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Hi, I love him.

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My brain is itching again :)

First set, next set will feature Tucker and my updated Dash and Paulina :))

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Walking in on a conversation that you’re not a part of

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Another Tuesday Night

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Stay away from my brother >:(

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more of the dark cryptic merlin au :]

og post

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In The Next Life, My Love

A quick little bitter drabble that I didn’t have time to develop fully but needed to write.

TW: The ending is not open. Everyone’s dead yo. Angst.

It’s dark and cold, where they are, The King and his servant, and the end is coming. They know it’s coming, no point denying it, or fighting it; they’ve been locked up for so long that their wrists, once strong and thick and soft, rattle in their chains. The mould is getting to them, making their heads ache and their skin crawl, but they have each other, and in the darkness they each have a light in the form of the other’s exponentially bony fingers intertwined with their own:

“Merlin,-”

The King coughs, and this one word—this name that now means everything to him, and perhaps always had—quiet and rasping and so very very pained, saps almost all his remaining energy. His companion comforts him the only way he can, a cold, damp-wrinkled thumb scraping the back of his hand, and waits patiently until The King’s chest calms enough to allow him to continue:

“-in the next life,-”

Merlin interrupts him, his voice more quiet, more rasping, more pained, but far, far more determined:

“I’ll serve you. Always, Arthur.”

“No.-”

His dismissal, his order, is the loudest noise either of them have heard in days, and Merlin flinches, moaning quietly as the pounding in his head, which he had managed to forget about, magnifies significantly:

“-no, Merlin, no.-”

Arthur’s continuation is so quiet, so soft, Merlin has to think for a few seconds before he can process what he’s said:

“-In the next life, Merlin, I… I…-”

He sighs, or sighs as well as he can when every breath he takes in is as shallow as a puddle on cobblestones and painful as a knife to the chest; his eyes close, though he couldn’t really tell they were open before, his vision having become so blurred he couldn’t tell his thinning legs from the rotten floor. There’s a long pause, and the only evidence Merlin has that his King hasn’t passed on between one word and the next is the rattling breaths he hears from beside him. 

Breathing is what he focuses on, what he holds on to. It had been a cacophony before; an orchestra of inhalations and exhalations had surrounded them, before the candles they’d been left with had burned to nothing and the others had stopped breathing, one by one.

Merlin has always known his King well, so when he stops speaking—stutters, stutters, stops—he doesn’t worry, Merlin knows Arthur is just searching for the right words. Always, always searching for the right words, and never quite finding them. Always searching, always being too afraid of settling for something subpar, so never saying anything at all. Every time it happens, it breaks his heart a little, but every time Arthur tries again… it mends him.

He lets him think.

Think.

Think.

Think.

Another stroke along the back of his hand prompts Arthur to continue. He’s not sure he’s found the right words, but he thinks they’ll have to do:

“-In the next life, Merlin, you will not serve me for a second. Not for a second. In the next life, I’ll find you, you won’t have to find me, I’ll find you, and I’ll tell you that I… that I love you, and we’ll spend our lives together again, but… but better. I promise, Merlin, next time it will be better.”

His voice cracks and crumbles and falls apart as he whispers his secrets to the darkness. He wonders, for a moment, if Merlin were really alive. If perhaps he’d died days ago like the others and he was just imagining the squeezes, the strokes. The hand he’s holding is cold enough and stiff enough to be from a corpse. He thinks maybe the breathing and coughing were just echoes of his own, that maybe he is alone in the depths of the earth. The silence—other than the rasping rasping rasping breaths so similar to his own—stretches long enough that Arthur is halfway further to being mad when Merlin finally, really, replies:

“Ok. I… Ok. Just… promise me one thing?-”

Arthur hums, and the choking noise is something terrible, but it gets the point across, and he figures the clicking sound coming from his right is Merlin twisting his head, so he can at least pretend that they’re able to look at each other; Arthur follows his lead, and he likes to think that, when he opens his tired, dry eyes, and squints through the pitch blackness, that he can see something blue peering back at him:

“-Have better timing, next time?”

Arthur can hear the smirk in his voice, and he thinks, if he’d had enough energy, he could cry and wail and scream at the prospect of the next life not being promised, and even if it where, their meeting in it not being guaranteed. He can’t conceive of a world, or an unworld, whatever comes after he stops hurting so much, in which he doesn’t have Merlin’s smirk. As it is, the only reaction his starving mind can manage is a single, small tear slipping down his cheek as he tactically twitches his pinkie finger in Merlin’s grip, and mumbles back:

“Promise.”

The silence descends once more, and when Merlin speaks, or, more accurately, when Merlin forces his last breath to take the form of words, he realises, in his last spark of thought as his tongue collapses over the very last syllable, that his last remaining companion may not have remained long enough to hear him:

“I love you too, Arthur.”

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The End.

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Anyway.

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Hope you enjoyed😅

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English teachers making us watch Romeo and Juliet as we read it. Had to warn me that my parental unit signed off on me watching a shot of ass and ties without my knowledge. Damn that teachers really thinks he has a nice ass tho.

#soft porn #Note she replayed a scene and moved to the back of the classroom to do it #Complimented the Zach Efron lookin Romeo first act as well #Did I mention she had us do a whats your type assignment? #My teacher probably watching this movie like porn behind her desk

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My bio teacher assigned us a bug project aka pin the bug to the board party. While she was explaining it you heard: "I dont like this anymore than you do", "my room will stink for days", "one time a cockroach that wasn't dead was pinned and I could hear it crawling about from ten feet away", blah blah blah. But her eyes said "Bring me the bugs so that I may feast on their little corpses and enjoying the stench of their rotting flesh. Whispering asmr? More like asmr of a cockroach escaping my claws. No generic brands, store bought is acceptable however not tasty and I WILL know the difference."

#Bug lady terrorizes senseless beetles #Her eyes were basically popping out of her skull like pez from a dispenser #We were also warned against starting a black market

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Dog: Ooooo owner walking to the bathroom? Oh no owner in danger I must ENTER THE ROOM

*smashes door open*

Me: WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU HEARD OF PRIVACY MY PRECIOUS DOGGO PLEASE LEAVE MY PRESENCE MY PUPPER GREAT NOW I CANT CLOSE THE DOOR FULLY

My dogs are the smothering type. They howl and they whine and they STOMP ALL OVER YOU CAUSE ONLY I DESERVE THE LOVE HOW DARE YOU CUDDLE MY SISTER

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CAT?! OFFICE CAT?! I must GREET THE TINY RAGE KITTY

My dogs are the smothering type. They howl and they whine and they STOMP ALL OVER YOU CAUSE ONLY I DESERVE THE LOVE HOW DARE YOU CUDDLE MY SISTER

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My dogs are the smothering type. They howl and they whine and they STOMP ALL OVER YOU CAUSE ONLY I DESERVE THE LOVE HOW DARE YOU CUDDLE MY SISTER

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Mammon: JEEZ! i am so stupid!

Lucifer:

Mammon:

Lucifer:

Mammon:

Lucifer: mammon, if you are waiting for me to disagree, then this is going to be a very long night

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Take me out

Public execution prom night

#you figure out if I mean food a date or murder #watch as we elegantly fistfist surrounded by a chanting circle of people

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So I was texting my friends and she was so tired she accidently but her phones in salsa and I couldn't stop laughing for five minutes because

SALSA PHONE

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I'm glad a ton of the comments are about The Princess Bride. I expected nothing less.

i suggest things should be BIG again

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Eat a bagel and curl yourself into a ball feeling the existential loneliness of the world at the same time! Its a win win!

sometimes it's like am I upset or do I just need to sit somewhere quiet for 30 min and eat a bagel? and the answer is honestly 50/50