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If you ship Gwencelot or Mergana, this is the book for you. I can't find any good Gwencelot fics. I did not seek it out when I read this book. I went into this one blind so this was kind of a fix that I did not see coming.

GAAAAAHHH I NEED SOMEONE TO TALK TO ABOUT THE HACIENDA BY ISABEL CAÑAS. Gothic horror has me on a chokehold. It's my new personality.

This book creeped tf out of me.

The atmosphere.

The religious imagery.

The horrors of colonialism.

Also I don't think I've ever rooted for two people so much in a book in a long time. I actually SHIPPED them. Who knew it would be with a witch priest and the general's daughter lol. Please, thank yew

#the hacienda #gwencelot #mergana

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Mergana quotes throughout the seasons. Part 1/2

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me at 3 AM rereading the same fic for the 12th time:

#mergana

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Simple Google Docs -> AO3 posting script!

It’s been a little while since I saw one of these posts making the rounds and when I tried to look one up to share it had broken links, so I figured I’d make a quick one myself because there’s no such thing as getting the word out on this too much! 

POSTING FIC TO AO3 AND TUMBLR CAN BE FORMATTING HELL IF YOU’RE TRYING TO DO IT MANUALLY. But the lovely people of AO3 put this AO3 posting script (LINK TO GDOC HERE!) in their ‘Unofficial Browser Tools’ section of their FAQ: 

It’s pretty straight-forward. Follow the instructions in the FAQ, which are also numbered at the top of the sample script in the original doc you make the copy of. Once it’s a file copied to your own Google Docs you can open and edit it, pasting in whatever you wish to post to AO3. Then you just click the ‘Post to AO3′ (pictured below) menu, and the ‘ prepare for pasting into the HTML editor’ option under that, and BAM, instant HTML to post on AO3, or even just on Tumblr! 

Now if you’re used to using the Rich Text editors make sure you’re switched over to the HTML ones to upload your shiny new HTML versions of your fic! 

You can switch back to Rich Text to give it a look-over and make sure everything looks the way it should, or add in anything extra before posting! 

I hope this was easy enough to follow! I am, admittedly, not the best at explaining things but an attempt was made. I recently came across a few friends who didn’t know this existed so I figured a friendly reminder might help a few others as well!  

Happy posting! <3 

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okay but can we talk how rapunzel-coded arthur is?? 😭😭

complicated birth situation? ✅

magical princess? ✅

met a hot brunette man who’s secretly a criminal? ✅

BLONDE? ✅✅✅✅✅

and here’s their flynn rider <3

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THE WAY THE BOOK ENDED!! I WANNA KNOW WHAT BEATRIZ WROTE TO ANDRÉS

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Parts 1 2 3

“If you die, I’m gonna kill you.”

The fever seemed to play tricks on his mind, for Morgana’s unexpected words were the last thing he anticipated coming out of her mouth.

His blood-stained lips quivered, attempting a smile. “Once upon a time, we tried to kill each other,” he murmured.

“Exactly,” Morgana replied, her eyes fixed on the ancient book before her. In her hand, she clutched a vail containing the antidote. “I should be the one responsible for your demise, not some unseen serpent.”

“It wasn’t a snake—” The pain surged, electric and unyielding. He knew he was dying, and Morgana was his only hope.

After all, She had found him and brought him back to his flat. She had rifled through his magical tomes until she found the venomous creature that had bitten him.

Not only that, she was making the antidote.

How the hell did she know that he needed help? How did she find him?

As he caught his breath, Morgana was standing over him, her voice cutting through the haze. “Drink this,” she commanded, shoving the vail into his shaky hands.

No sympathy for the dying man.

He had no other choice but to accept, realizing that the consequences couldn’t be much worse than his current state.

He looked down.

His gaze lingered on the vial she placed in his hand, noticing that she had wrapped her fingers around his.

“I won’t drop it,” he assured her, struggling to sit down.

As the liquid flowed past his lips and down his throat, Merlin glanced up just in time to feel her fingertips tracing the scar above his eye. It was a miracle he hadn’t lost it.

“Thank you,” he murmured.

“Don’t thank me just yet,” Morgana replied. “We still don’t know if it’ll work.”

But it was working; he could feel it. For some reason, he kept that revelation to himself.

Morgana’s touch remained on his face. “It healed badly,” she remarked, her tone betraying hidden pain.

“If only you’d healed it as promised,” he said, half-teasing.

Funny how fast time simply flew by.

She had left the hospital with a promise to return the next day. Tomorrow. she had said.

Unfortunately, that next day turned out to be ten years later, and once again, he was at his lowest.

She hummed, her expression suggesting she owed him no explanation. “How are you feeling?” she deflected.

“Better,” he replied.

Morgana nodded, satisfied. “I’m glad. I should let you rest.”

“Are you leaving?”

“Yes.”

Why? He wanted to ask. Or perhaps he wished she’d stay. But he couldn’t voice those thoughts—how pathetic it would be.

Instead, he settled on a safer question: “Will you be back?”

“Maybe.”

His voice sounded small, but he blamed it on the poison. “Soon?”

“Perhaps tomorrow.” Something flickered in her eyes as she offered a small smile. “We can try to do something about your eye.”

They both knew she wouldn’t return tomorrow.

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Parts 1 2 3

This one takes place in the early 20s

The air crackled with tension as Morgana and Merlin faced each other. Their shared history, the unspoken promises, and the years apart hung heavy in the room. Morgana’s wine glass trembled slightly in her hand, its crimson contents mirroring the storm of emotions within her.

“Well… this is awkward,” she finally murmured, her voice barely audible over the distant music. Morgana’s eyes darted around the crowded party, seeking refuge in the familiar faces of her friends. No one seemed to notice the reunion unfolding before them. Perhaps it was better that way.

Merlin, on the other hand, wore his emotions openly. His smile stretched across his face. It was a smile that said, I’ve missed you, and I’m glad you’re here.

But Morgana wasn’t ready to reciprocate. Not yet. Perhaps, not ever.

“On the contrary,” Merlin replied, his voice warm and familiar. “I think it is lovely running into you, Morgana. I have waited four years to see you again.” His eyes held hers, and for a moment, time seemed to blur. The scar above his eyebrow was gone.

Morgana’s heart fluttered at the sight, but she quickly masked it with a sip of her wine. “You’ve taken care of it,” she observed, her gaze tracing the contours of his face. “The scar.”

“Yeah,” Merlin said, touching the smooth skin above his eyebrow. “I’ve been learning how to heal. Can’t keep hoping you’ll do it for me. You’ve broken your promise twice already.”

Morgana’s breath caught.

Keep hoping. The words echoed in her mind.

But she couldn’t let him off the hook so easily. She was Morgana after all. “It’s not like you haven’t broken a promise or two yourself, Merlin,” she retorted, her tone sharper than she intended. She took another sip, savouring the bitterness of the wine. “Trust me, I should know.”

His smile faltered, and he looked away. “yeah,” he mumbled, suddenly fascinated by the glass in his hand. “I’ve made mistakes too.”

Why are you here? Morgana almost asked, unable to contain her curiosity.

Why come to America? Why leave England?

For all she knew, he was here for the same reason as her.

Coming to America meant a new life, a new beginning. A second chance.

But to her it wasn't just that. Deep down, she had her own reasons for crossing the ocean. Reasons she couldn’t share.

“Merlin!” someone called, rescuing them both from the awkward silence that threatened to engulf them. “It’s your turn, mate.”

Morgana sighed, her gaze flickering toward her friends. “I should go as well—” she began, but Merlin shook his head.

“Or you could watch me play,” he suggested, his voice tinged with nervous energy. “It won’t take long. I…” He ran a hand through his unruly hair. “I have so many questions, and I really—”

“Merlin!” The interruption came again, more insistent this time.

Rolling her eyes, Morgana relented. “Fine, I’ll watch,” she conceded. But answers wouldn’t be exchanged tonight.

She followed Merlin to the billiard table, observing as he lined up his shot. The cue ball missed its mark, and his friend took over. The game flowed around them, a dance of precision and chance.

Then, in an instant, chaos erupted. Morgana must have stood too close to the rail or rested her hand too casually on the edge. The billiard ball collided with her wine glass, shattering it against her palm. Pain flared, and blood welled up.

She hated the sight of blood. Merlin was at her side immediately, concern etching lines on his face. “Are you all right?” he asked, reaching for her injured hand. “Let me see—”

Morgana yanked her hand away, shoving him with her other. “Do not touch me!” she snapped. The nerve of him, showing concern after all these years.

His hurt expression went unnoticed as she hurried away.

The restroom’s harsh fluorescent light cast shadows across Morgana’s face as she washed the wound. The pain pulsed with each beat of her heart, a reminder of her vulnerability. But then, like an unwelcome apparition, Merlin appeared in the doorway.

“Bloody hell, Merlin, get out of here,” she snapped, her patience fraying.

He ignored her, his gaze fixed on her bleeding hand. “Damn it, that’s a lot of blood,” he muttered urgently.

Morgana scoffed. Of course there would be blood—it was a shard embedded in her palm. “Don’t worry about it, leave.”

“You have to stop the bleeding,” he insisted, stepping closer.

“It’s just a cut,” she retorted, her voice sharper than she intended. “I’ve seen worse. Besides, I can’t just heal it.”

“What?” His eyes widened, and Morgana cursed herself. She didn't mean to say that aloud.

“What do you mean you can’t heal it? What about your magic?” Merlin pressed, concern etching lines on his face.

“I cannot deal with this right now.” Morgana sniffed, pushing past him and fleeing the restroom. He didn’t follow.

The truth was, she’d left England to steer clear of him, but fate had other plans—plans that involved shattered wine glasses, bleeding palms, and a reunion she hadn’t anticipated.

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Mergana is both Yuri and yaoi. People's minds aren't apparently ready for that yet.

#i understand this deeply #mergana #somehow i gravitate towards ships like this #sifki gives this energy also #mage and shieldmaiden

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“Get back! He's mine.” My voice came out as a rough snarl; I barely recognized it.

– The Hacienda, pg. 156

lemme tell ya I screeched (internally) when I got to this part. I love protective Beatriz.

#the hacienda

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"I could rationalize this decision away. It was easy, too easy. She was a lost soul who sought help and I gave it, thus was my vocation. I could repeat that sentence like a litany, like a prayer, a meditation of pious deceit, but it still would not change the truth. I was giving in to temptation. Every decision I made that kept me close to her, that offered the opportunity to be close enough to touch her hand or smell her hair, was a sin. I wanted it all the same."

— Isabel Cañas, The Hacienda

#this book is killing me #the hacienda #yearning priest

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Childhood can be scary.

A collection of some of my hand-drawn horror looping animations!

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muscular woman of the day: striga from castlevania

#i need her biblically #i need her in a way that is concerning to Christianity #striga #castlevania

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#the vibe i bring to the function #gothic horror

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GAAAAAHHH I NEED SOMEONE TO TALK TO ABOUT THE HACIENDA BY ISABEL CAÑAS. Gothic horror has me on a chokehold. It's my new personality.

This book creeped tf out of me.

The atmosphere.

The religious imagery.

The horrors of colonialism.

(the love interest being a sexy priest was a bonus)

Also I don't think I've ever rooted for two people so much in a book in a long time. I actually SHIPPED them. Who knew it would be with a witch priest and the general's daughter lol. Please, thank yew

#the hacienda #isabel canas #books #bookblr #gothic horror

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i made a thing

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He’s mine.

#she's talking about me guys #valkyrie