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dianthusandhisreds · 3 months

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「 ✦ 𝕄𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕦𝕤 𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕓𝕠𝕪𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟙 ✦ 」

𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓾𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓹𝓵𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓪𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷:

♡ Malleus, like the dragon (fae) he is, is very fond of collecting/hoarding small trinkets or things he finds interesting, like his “pet” Gao-Gao Drakon-kun. It comes so natural to him that he believes everyone must feel that way, so expect him to shower you with gifts at every chance he gets.

♡ He also enjoys going on long walks with you in the middle of the night (he loves seeing you ramble on about the things you are interested in); so you often find yourself joining him on a stroll in the warmer part of the botanical garden in wintertime.

On that note, if he notices that you are cold, he’ll immediately suggest going somewhere warmer or he’ll cast a spell to warm you up.

♡ As for (public) displays of affection, Malleus is the kind of man who will ask you for permission before kissing you on the lips, often kissing your hand or forehead instead. As for hugs, you and him will probably have long cuddling sessions on your couch while you watch TV or while you game/read.

𝓗𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓼:

♡ He’ll be ecstatic if you ask him about his favourite places or gargoyles, especially the latter. Hoo boy, better get ready for a lengthy lesson about them, their use, their evolution through history… You get the drill.

♡ The thing is, you can’t really stop him. I mean, look at this guy, his eyes light up every time someone shows even the slightest interest on his tastes. He’s just, so, happy. Why bother yourself with buying lightbulbs when you have a gleeful Malleus illuminating the whole room?

Speaking of which, after repeatedly telling Malleus he can come and visit you at Ramshackle whenever he wants to (as long as it’s not at an ungodly hour in the morning), he starts coming over all the time.

At first, he’ll look very awkward, just standing there in the middle of your living room, unsure what to do. Eventually though, he will warm up to his surroundings, and kind of make himself at home: popping in just to say hi; chatting with the ghosts, helping you out in the kitchen…

𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝓪 𝓫𝓲𝓽 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷:

♡ To be honest, Malleus isn’t really good at knowing what to do or what to say when you are not doing well, but he’ll try his best because I mean, he’s going to be king, if he can’t help the one he loves, how is he going to aid his future subjects?

♡ He would usually ask Lilia for help, but because the old bat is emotionally constipated and just shrugs off his problems until people overblot , he decides to ask Trey or Deuce, as he knows you three get along.

♡ For the most part he’ll just hold your hand and draw circles on your back (if you are feeling like it) while he softly whispers reassurances in your ear. He doesn’t mind having to repeat words of encouragement over and over if it means that someday, you’ll believe them. After all, you have helped him numerous times, so what kind of person (?) would he be if he just left you suffering like that?

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akiiame-oldblog · 1 year

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mario and peach as an old couple ❤

#super mario #princess peach #mareach #mario x peach #my first post #am I doing this right

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0l23456789 · 1 year

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I only did this drawing so I could print it and tape it to my laptop

#my first post #amphibia #marcy wu #my art #amphibia fanart #cartoon #disney amphibia #I wanted to do my own sticker #I don’t know how this website works

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mrteaspill · 23 days

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The Moon Will Sing - The Crane Wives [Animatic] (f.t Zukka)

I've always wanted to try posting on Tumblr. So ill honor my first post ever, with a zukka post!

I wanna say how i HATE drawing those stupid shoulder pads ToT I enjoyed drawing book 1 Zuko more than anything (loved drawing all versions of Sokka tho)

#digital art #animatic #the crane wives #the moon will sing #atla #avatar the last airbender #sokka #zuko #fire lord zuko #zukka #sokka x zuko #my first post

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thehazelmist · 1 month

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I drew this a couple months ago when I started to love Puzzlevision, but I never posted it because I was pretty critical of it. But I dunno, It's okay.

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maralarsen · 25 days

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He's not that bad ✨

~Mattheo Riddle x reader~

Warning: None

Fluff

• Summary: The reader decided to read a book in the Common room, but she did not expect that she would be accompanied by an unexpected guest

• Mattheo and the reader are in the fifth grade, so they are 15 years old and the reader is in Slytherin.

(This is my first story so sorry for the mistakes I made + English is not my first language)

I went into the Common Room to read in peace. I go here after curfew when I can't visit the library. I love to read when there is peace and quiet. Well, as soon as I went downstairs to the common room, I found out that I will have company today.

Mattheo Riddle was sitting there. I didn't really like him. I would hate him if I could, but I can't hate him completely. I have a feeling he noticed me because I stopped hearing the pencil running across his sketchbook. Yes, Mattheo draws. It surprises me too. Honestly, what can that boy even draw there...."Are you just going to stand there or are you going to sit down?" his voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

"I was on my way to sit down," he grinned. Fool. I don't know what he can find funny about this. I sat on the other seat at the other end to be further away from him. "Are you afraid of me?". "No! Why?!" I asked confused. "It's just that you sat not a kilometer away from me. I have a feeling that if you wanted to, you would turn around and leave, but your pride won't allow you to," he grinned again.

His grin is already getting on my nerves. "Oh, maybe it bothers you that I'm not with you under one with a blanket," I said mockingly. "Honestly, I don't mind, but judging by the chills on your legs, you might need a blanket." I looked down at my legs. I really had chills down my legs, because I only had shorts on because I thought dear Riddle wouldn't be here and the big blanket with which he is now covered will be free. "Well?..." he smiled at my situation and asked me "if you want, you can sit on the other end of the sofa." The blanket is long enough".

I was surprised by his dear... dear... whatever it was, it was definitely nice. "Thank you, but no," "don't be silly, sit down and you'll catch a cold," so he was definitely right about this, unfortunately. "Okay," I sat down on the other end of the sofa he was sitting on and opened my book. I read in my muggle book, and Mattheo started drawing again, at least I think so from the sound of pencil on paper. "Can I ask you a question?" I looked up at him, surprised but a little irritated, "of course." "You know. I was thinking about us...how do I think so differently, no...," I started laughing "Stop it!" "Sorry. I just...ugh...it was very funny to see you embarrassed," "Hahaha very funny," I smirked "So what did you want," "I was just thinking that why do we get along so badly why do we poke each other ," "does that bother you?" I asked "no way...but it's annoying to be honest," "um, I don't know. All I know is that it started with your taunt about my hair back in October," "honestly it looked seriously like a nest," he said with a laugh in his voice, "I know and I'm sorry for how I snapped at you back then....actually you're totally fine. How about we start over?" I offered.

He really wasn't bad, you could talk to him normally when he didn't have his bunch of friends around, otherwise he acted like a cocky brute. "I'd like that," he said. I don't even know why, but it surprised me. I smiled "Okay. So I'm (y/n) (l/n)" and I shot my hand towards him "I'm Mattheo Riddle my pleasure" he shook my hand "me too...ugh,".

I was scared when the clock struck eleven in the evening. "Well, I should go now," I got up to leave "I should go to sleep too..." he also got up at the same time as me, so when we stood up, we were only a few centimeters apart.

It wasn't even that close, but for my 15-year-old self, it was enough to make me blush and so did he. "Um, I should be going now...good night Mattheo," and I left for the dorms, "Good night (y/n/n)," I was taken aback at that nickname, since not many people call me that. I came out of the trance immediately. I finally reached the stairs that lead to the students' rooms, I don't know why, but the journey felt like 5 minutes, not 5 seconds, I quickly went up the stairs and I was gone.

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If you liked the story, please leave me some feedback so I know if I should continue to write down stories that come to mind during the day 😅.

#slytherin boys #harry potter x reader #mattheo riddle #mattheoxreader #mattheo x y/n #fluff #harry potter fandom #fanfic #english is not my first language #slytherin #Hogwarts #my first post

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becoming-who-ive-always-been · 8 months

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EARLY DAZE...

This is how I looked and dressed (and felt), as a teenage "girl" growing up as an assumed teenage "boy" in the mid-70's during my middle and high school days... wearing a slightly oversized tee-shirt, cut-off jeans (and yes, cut off this short - it was the fashion for both boys and girls back then...), even the Chucks... My hair wasn't this long, though, as Dad was, after all, retired Navy, and I can't count the number of times he said, "No son of mine's gonna have long hippie hair..." as he marched my brother and me to barber shop in town...

By the time I was in my early "tweens," I knew I was not like the guys I went to school with or hung out with in my neighborhood... and I felt this way all the time, even as I shared a room with my younger brother - which I did shortly after he was born all the way through to graduation and going off to college...

My pre-teen years - pre-school through grammar school, I'd always preferred the company of girls, long before guys "discovered" girls and began preferring their company for the obvious, different reasons...

My best friends were Jill, across the street, Diane on the corner two doors down to the right, and Janie, on the corner, two doors to the left.

We played together, with the boys in the neighborhood of course, but also just us - with their Barbies and baby-dolls and doll houses and play-kitchens... and as far as I could tell, none of us thought anything about it... We were "always" at each other's houses... but I felt "guilty" not having the same kinds of toys to share with them when they were at my house, though we did color and play boardgames and do puzzles - and watch TV, of course...

I didn't give any thought to how we might be "different" - other than their haircuts and clothes... and I recognized that sometimes I found myself wanting to wear the dresses and knee socks they wore... but also knew I couldn't it bring up to my parents... (as a side note, being in the Cub Scouts in those days allowed me to wear knee socks... which was - almost - everything I'd imagined)...

Things didn't become confusing until we moved to a small town in another state just before I went into the sixth grade - and as I was moving into puberty... as the new kid, I had to wrestle with being the new kid, especially among kids who were already discovering adolescent sexual expression and feelings...

...this is the beginning of mine... More to follow...

#MY First Post #My Story - The Early Daze #Autobiography #Part 1

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velvet-china-doll · 10 months

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A painter seeks your true image

the poet will expose your soul.

#me #mine #myself #my face #selfie #black and white #books & libraries #poetry #words #my first post #hi #oh hello #aesthetic

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rainbowsmagicandshit · 12 days

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Fanfic prompt/idea:

Mordred is Emrys (not really tho)

(Super long. TL;DR at bottom)

Someway, somehow, Arthur and his knights (Leon, Elyan, Percy, Gwaine, mordred) + Merlin meet someone while they’re away from the citadel who tells them about Emrys. Might be someone trying to kill them and boasting about the all mighty Emrys or might be a friendly, peaceful magical person who stopped for a chat or something else, choice is yours. Anyway, that night as they eat dinner around the campfire, they start talking about this Emrys. At first they’re like “that’s kooky” and laughing but then Percival speaks up quietly and a bit nervously. He says that while he’s sought sanctuary for the night or a few days in Druid camps before he became a knight, he’s heard about Emrys. Now, everyone is actually interested instead of just laughing it off.

Arthur: tell me more.

Percy: well.. the druids highly respect this man almost as if he’s a deity. I don’t know too much, and it’s been a while. I do remember that everyone knew about him no matter which Druid camp it was, even the children. It seems they tell a lot of stories about him to their young’uns.

Arthur: anything else?

Percy: sorry, sire, that’s all I remember. But if you really want to know more you could try to ask the druids.

They all became quiet and continued to eat, Merlin and Mordred relieved this conversation is over. …Until,

Arthur, remembering Mordred is a Druid: Mordred, you’re a Druid. Do anything about this?

Mordred and Merlin: *sweating bullets just wanting this dangerous topic over with* *glances at each other nervously*

Gwaine: WHA? Mordred, you’re a Druid?! You’ve been hold holdin’ out on us, mate!

Arthur realizes that Mordred’s heritage had not, in fact been a known thing, but they’ve made peace with the druids, it’ll be fine.

Mordred, nervously: oh, um, yes, I am…

The knight all take a few moments to be like “wow… never would’ve guessed” and “aren’t druids normally peaceful people? How you become a knight?”

Arthur, wanting to get things back on track: so, Mordred, do you know anything?

Mordred, nervousness increasing, knowing Merlin doesn’t want Arthur to know who he is, but not wanting to lie to his king, eyes darting between the two and all over the camp: uh…um… I… uh, I..I… I guess, yes. *Merlin’s glare intensifies*

Arthur, not noticing Merlin’s death glare at Mordred: tell me more.

Mordred, trying to figure out what to say to satisfy his king’s curiosity but not incur Emrys’ wrath (Emrys already hates him enough for some reason, he doesn’t want to make it worse): well… um, there’s… well there’s Emrys… and there’s this prophecy involving him. Most druids know of it; it’s centuries old.

Percival: oh, that’s right… Something about a magical king, right?

Mordred: the Once And Future King.

Gwaine: hold on a minute.. that sounds familiar… Ah! That’s right! I heard about it from a storyteller at a tavern once. I thought it was an odd name so it stuck. It’s a love story, right?

Mordred, nervously glancing between Merlin and Arthur (Merlin now looking at Gwaine with exasperation): um… I don’t know if that’s what it is.. but there definitely is a deep bond between Emrys and the Once And Future King.

Arthur: continue.

Mordred, trying to stay focused on Arthur instead of the once again glaring warlock beside him: so the prophecy says that the Once And Future King will unite the land of Albion, return magic to the land, and bring about a golden age of peace and prosperity for all. And Emrys is foretold to help him. * internally: please let be enough to satisfy him🥺😣😖*

Elyan: so the stories are about this king and Emrys is just there to help?

Mordred, sweating: um…

Gwaine: if that’s the case shouldn’t you druids be worshiping the king instead?

Sounds of agreement around the fire.

Leon to Mordred: is there more to us than that?

Mordred, under curious and intense gazes again: uh, yes… Emrys is a very powerful, immoral warlock said to—

“IMMORTAL??!!!” Merlin squawked, surprised.

Mordred, very nervous, whispers: ….um…yes………. *telepathically: did you not know?*

Merlin, telepathically: I am not immoral.

Mordred, telepathically: it’s what the prophecies say

Merlin, telepathically: they’re wrong

Mordred, telepathically: …um,, there’s a lot who say you are.

Merlin, telepathically: No. I’m NOT. I can’t be immortal. That’s ridiculous.

Mordred, telepathically: they say you are. That’s why the call you Emrys.

Merlin and Mordred continue to glare and the knights and Arthur look on wondering when those two got close enough to communicate only looks and without talking. Arthur is not jealous. Not. At. All. That would be ridiculous.(Yes he is, he’s the only one who’s supposed to communicate with Merlin silently. How dare Mordred)

Suddenly Merlin stands up: I’m going to wash the dishes *aggressively goes around the camp and grabs everyone’s dishes, then stomps into the woods to a nearby stream*

Arthur: you were saying Mordred?

Mordred: oh, right! Yes, so Emrys is said to be the most powerful warlock to ever live. He and the Once And Future King are said to be equals and without him the Golden Age can’t happen. While the Once And Future King is the king, Emrys is said to be his advisor and teacher of sorts. He also protects the Once And Future King and supports him any way he can.

The knights and king look thoughtful taking in this information. They ask Mordred more questions, just little stuff and clarifications, and Mordred, relaxing that he’s getting through this without blowing Emrys’ identity let it slip that “the time of the prophecy is upon us” and that Arthur is said to be the Once And Future King. Whoops.

Everyone around the campfire is now totally interested in this and wanting to know if it’s true and Mordred’s like “um… yeah, that’s what everyone is saying…” and REALLY wanting this conversation to be over with before he slips up about Merlin. He’s also really glad Merlin is still washing their dishes far enough away that he can’t hear the conversation.

Of course, just as Gwaine asks “if Arthur’s this Once And Future King, the where’s this Emrys guy?” Merlin returns in time to hear it.

Merlin, glaring at Mordred: what?

Mordred, telepathically: I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! 🥺

The group fills Merlin in on what he missed while Mordred continues to apologize endlessly. The knights then go back to asking Mordred about Emrys and he tries to navigate the questions without giving anything away while also dealing with a furious Merlin in his head telling him to “FIX THIS NOW!! And don’t you tell Arthur who I am!!” The poor boy!

Mordred continues to navigate the conversation mostly emphasizing how loyal Emrys is and how he and the Once And Future King are said to have a strong bond and there’s nothing to worry about when they start to question if Emrys is a threat. Eventually someone (probably Gwaine) brings up that Emrys doesn’t seem to be doing a very good job of protecting Arthur considering how other he’s encountered by magical thing. And Mordred, who knows how busy Merlin is and how hard he’s been working to protect Arthur (and that’s just since he’s become a knight! He knows there’s so much more he doesn’t know and is in even more awe of Emrys for handling it all) sees Merlin look over at Gwaine like he’s actually concerning strangling the man, says, “he’s very busy! And, he’s just one man! He’s really trying his best!!”

Mordred doesn’t realize what he said wrong and why everyone is quietly looking at him like that until Arthur asks, “You know him?”

Mordred, who just realized that he did kinda just admit to knowing a very powerful, immoral warlock to a king and his knights that are of a kingdom where magic is punishable by death: ……………uh

Arthur, realizing why Mordred looks so terrified: Mordred I understand you are a Druid and have grown up on stories of this man. I will not punish you for knowing him. I’m sure you’ve met many sorcerers.

Mordred, letting out a big breath of relief: thank you, sire. And yes, I have met him.

Arthur, nodding: I see. And he is in Camelot?

Mordred: yes, sire. He’s been working very hard to keep you and Camelot safe.

Arthur, looking at his other knights: I’ve never heard of anyone in the kingdom by that name, any of you?

Leon: he’s likely using a fake name.

Arthur: hmm. Yes that makes sense.

Mordred, wondering if he messed up again: uh, sire? Is something wrong?

Arthur, looking back at Mordred, and trying to reassure him: I wouldn’t really say something is wrong, per say, but the fact that there is an unknown and powerful sorcerer hiding in Camelot is something I need to be aware of. Since you’ve met him, do you know who he’s hiding out as?

Mordred, glancing subtly at Merlin who’s glaring at him threatening again, realizing he really f’ed up: ……

Arthur, realizing Mordred does know who Emrys is: who is he, Mordred?

Mordred: ……

Arthur, starting to lose his patience: Mordred. Who is he? Or does your loyalty lie with him first and me, your king, second?

Mordred, startled: No! That’s not it at all, sire! I’m very loyal to you! I swear it!

Arthur: then…

Mordred, sheepishly: well… in the prophecy you two are equals, so I’ve always weighed your words and orders as equal as well. And Emrys asked me not to reveal him, so…

Arthur: ……

The knights: ……

Merlin, telepathically: you’re not done yet, keep going. The prat’s not going to leave it at that.

Arthur, trying to figure out how to word it: Mordred… you do realize that that is…. worse, right?

Mordred: ????

Arthur: there is someone who one of my knights has valued their words as equal to my own who I have never met and know next to nothing about and who is a sorcerer. I have not appointed this man and if he were to contradict one of my orders… Do see how I really need to know who this man is?

Mordred: …but he’s loyal to you…🥺

Arthur, wondering if he’s actually going to have to turn this into an official interrogation: Mordred.

Tension rises again as Arthur keeps pushing and Merlin starts yelling in his head again and Mordred just Doesn’t Know What To Do. Please make this stop! Until he can’t take it anymore and just blurts out, “I’M EMRYS!!”

Silence.

Mordred can’t believe he just said that. Did he actually just claim to be THE Emrys? It feels sacrilegious. He peeks over at Merlin, but the man seems just as shocked as the rest of them at this development and raises an eyebrow in question.

Mordred, telepathically: …sorry? I didn’t know what to say…

Merlin, telepathically: ..no, im not mad at that. I am a bit curious about where you’ll go with this though…

Arthur: you’re Emrys?

Mordred, with Merlin’s permission to continue: yes. I’m Emrys.

Gwaine, whistles: damn mate, you’ve really been holding out on us!

Everyone looks at Mordred in a new light, trying to reconcile what they already knew about him with this new information.

Arthur: so you have magic then?

Mordred, nervously: yes.

More silence.

Gwaine, very interested and not at all wary: lots of it too being the most powerful and thought of as a deity.

Mordred, who is quite powerful, but not on Emrys’ level, obviously: yeah, I suppose.

After a bit more of an awkward and tense conversation of stilted sentences, and some debate about magic, Mordred and Merlin finally relax at the fact they’re both keeping their heads and the true identity of Emrys is secret. It was pretty much decided that Mordred had already sworn fealty to Arthur when he became a knight and even saved the king’s life in the Northern Plains, so he was most likely still trustworthy even though he was a sorcerer. Arthur and the knights are surprisingly okay with this turn of events; they’re still tense, but no one’s drawn their sword. Gwaine even asks Mordred to do some magic, and with Arthur’s very tense go ahead, Mordred levitates a water skin for a bit much to Gwaine’s delight. Gwaine keeps asking Mordred to do more magic as they head back to the castle like make things float and light some campfires.

I was thinking that it will mostly be about the antics from this point and how it would change things for the better. Like, now Merlin needs to enlist Mordred in his secret magical adventures and work together to keep Arthur and Camelot safe. The two would make such a funny dynamic. Merlin being all huffy and suspicious but begrudgingly including him while Mordred is so happy at being able to help his idol out, a dream come true for him.

The group ABSOLUTELY keeps Mordred’s magic and him being Emrys thing a secret at first, not sure when that’ll change but it definitely will. Gwaine probably spills about the prophecy and Arthur being the once and future king while he’s drunk in the tavern one night, but not about Mordred. The group eventually start warming up about magic and not being so wary of sorcerers since they’re now seeing Mordred using it to protect them so much. When the knights ask about what he’s done so far he tells them about Merlin’s achievements (with his permission, of course) and gets some more stories from him.

When the actual reveal comes it will be after word has already spread that Mordred is Emrys, so then Arthur and everyone will have to be like “no, that was a lie/misunderstanding, it’s actually Merlin” but people will still mistake Mordred for Emrys even years in the future. They’re never living this down.

Also there is DEFINITELY at least one scene where they go to a Druid camp and Arthur’s all like “yep, this is Mordred. Emrys” and the druids, telepathically, are like “boy, what are you doing? Mordred, you know you’re not Emrys.” And Mordred’s like “I have permission…” so the Druids subtly look at Merlin and he’s like “yeah, he’s got permission, just go with it” So, they do.

There’s also going to be scenes where Arthur is trying to get to know Mordred better because they apparently are supposed to have a super strong bond or whatever and yes, he and Mordred do have a bond, but he wouldn’t say it was any different than his bonds with his other knights and is all confused by it. And when he’s confiding in Merlin about it, he advises to not try and force it.

I know this is season 5 and Arthur and Gwen are married, BUT if you decide to go the merthur route, there can even be some prophecies about Emrys and the once and future king being soulmates and destined to be together or something. That would make Arthur even more confused/troubled because while Mordred is only a little over a decade younger than him (I headcanon that Arthur was 20-21 in 1st season and Mordred ~7-10) and age gaps that big weren’t unheard of, he just can’t look at Mordred that way. He’s too much like an innocent little puppy or something. Merlin is probably mortified because he can’t believe they have prophecies about his love life and why was he only finding out about this NOW?

Also, LANCELOT!!! Maybe there’s some way to actually bring him back from the dead. Or, there could be some scenes of him in Avalon watching this comedy unfold and talking and laughing about it with Will and Fraya and whoever else has died. And they’re all shaking their heads at the crazy situations Merlin gets himself into.

TL;DR: It’s basically crack about Merlin and Mordred working together to pass Mordred off as Emrys with a side of fix-it.

In the future I might decide to write this myself, but I’m in the middle of reading TGCF and want to finish that and a couple other things before I rewatch Merlin. It’s been a couple years since my last rewatch so things are a little fuzzy and I don’t want to completely mischaracterize someone. So, here, take it. Do with this what you want, but let me know if you write this or something, cause it would be supper fun to read.

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oneiric-heart · 3 months

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#hxh #hxh fanart #leopika #kurapika #leorio #watercolor art #traditional art #my first post #my art

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yourlocalstranger123 · 1 year

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Genshin SAGAU x Reader. Part 2

You know, when people degrade themselves, saying horrible things about themselves.

So you made a rule that when you hear EVEN ONE thing that degrades themselves, they will be punished personally by you.

It involves lipstick💄 so if you don't like wearing lipstick and being a ✨️bAdDiE✨️ then this ain't for you.

Characters: Xiao, Scaramouche

Xiao

You were trying to find Xiao, you also made some tofu for him. You were about to call him until you heard him. You heard him saying not good things about himself and you publicly said about the rule so you sneaked up on him and hugged him. He was surprised, panicking that you saw him vulnerable, and weak. He tried to get away but your inhuman strength was no match.

"Xiao, remember the rule I made?"

"I'm sorry your grace, I didn't mean to! I'll gladly accept any punishment you give me."

He looked at you, wondering what you were getting out of your pocket. A lipstick? Why? (Oh, He was about to know.) You were putting on the lipstick, (idc if you are a dude, YOU WILL.) And looked at him smugly. You grabbed him and kissed him all over his face, he was a blushing mess! Poor xiao, he's still processing. If you kiss him anymore, he might just be redder than your lipstick and ascend to the celestials.

"Xiao, the lipstick is gonna be hard to get off. This is the punishment. Now everyone can see how much I love you! Also, here's some tofu for you."

He was covering his face with his mask and grabbed the tofu, disappearing into particles. He didn't want to admit he enjoyed it. But the only problem was that Ganyu or Zhongli was asking why was there a smudge of pink, reddish on his face. He was blushing and tried to change the topic.

*bonus*

If you tease him more about it, he will be a blushing mess but silently saying that he didn't mind it, he thought you didn't hear him but oh, you heard everything loud and clear. You will so gonna tease him about that later.

Scaramouche

You were in your bedroom, reading. You were halfway through finishing the book when you heard a crashing sound. You thought it was just one of the vases that fell off of the table, but you were too tired and just put down the book and went to sleep. You felt a presence next to you, you opened your eyes to see Scaramouche holding you tight, crying. He kept repeating the same words, 'Don't leave me, I'll be better, please! Don't abandon me again!' You woke him up and comforted him. He was saying shitty things about himself again. As much as you wanted to just stay silent and let him bathe in your warmth, you had to remind him.

"Must I remind you about the rule? I must punish you now."

He began to hold you tighter.

"Idc how bad is the punishment, so please don't leave me!" He cried harder. Silently begging you to not let go, when you got up and went to your closet.

You got your lipstick and quickly put it on, you grabbed both of his wrists and kissed all over his face.....as the same thing as Xiao, but worse. He is malfunctioning, saying random muffled words that you don't understand but didn't give a damn. If you tease him a bit more, he will scoot away and begin pointing fingers at you. His ego and pride won't let him admit, he wanted you to do more and maybe slyly scoot closer for you to kiss him even more. Well the next day, he didn't even try washing it off. No one would dare ask him about it unless they want to suffer the wrath.

*bonus*

If you were gonna tease him about it, he will just change the topic or say that you are shameless!

(Sir, you are the one who didn't even try to wash it off properly)

Part 1

Next part will be albedo, diluc. If you want, you can ask me to do other people.

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schrodingers-deadbitch · 11 months

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It would have been easy for anyone else to miss. Having black hair and blue eyes wasn't uncommon, especially in Gotham. But for Damien it was like a flash in the darkness. A single star peeking through Gotham's forever cloudy sky. Overwhelmed by emotions, familiar but usually unfelt, he ran after the star.

And he did so relentlessly. Through crowds and endless twist and turns he chased and followed until he could see it no more. Till he could no longer see him. But that was okay. Damien knew that he was here, and that he wanted to be found. And find him he would.

Soon they would be reunited. Soon they will be whole again.

#dcxdp #danny phantom #dc x dp #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc #demon twin au #batfam #dc universe #batman #batfamily #damien wayne #batman and robin #tim drake #my first post

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sakuralovespossums · 2 months

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Yandere Dazai x Fem Reader

(Part 1)

Yandere Dazai x fem y/n story, where Dazai had kidnapped y/n and is determined to persuade her to commit double suicide with him on a specific date. So y/n has to try to avoid falling for his mind games, all the while trying to escape before the day of their planned double suicide arrives.

Warning: Romanticized talks of suicide

During your captivity, Dazai acts very patient and calm (pretty much like his everyday self) almost like he’s isn’t holding you hostage in his own apartment.

He studies your flaws, personality, fears, traumas, everything to figure out how he can best manipulate and break you.

Every day he’ll ask you if you’ve decided to commit double suicide with him in a casual tone or silly act. If you say no, he’ll shrug and ask again the next day. They still have plenty of time before the date of their double suicide, he’ll break you eventually.

There’s a high chance you will eventually break. This is Dazai we’re talking about out. He wasn’t known for being the Port Mafia’s best interrogator for nothing.

If you still haven’t broken by the due date, he’ll be surprised (and maybe a bit impressed) by your mental durability. So he’ll just use more aggressive manipulation tactics.

He’ll take away more of your freedoms (books, drawing, tv, etc) to make you feel more isolated. He’ll also focus on finding what it is that keeps your sanity intact and break it.

During the time of your captivity, he’ll be trying to get to know you more and always ask questions about what your life was like, any loved ones, interests, etc.

Not just so that he can manipulate you, but also because he genuinely wants to get to know you more and form a real bond. You’re gonna be his suicide partner, after all!

You probably won’t get to know much about him though since he’s already pretty secretive of his past life. But he’ll tell you things like his favorite foods, books, his associates at the ADA and how much he likes to bother them.

I imagine a lot of moments between you two being shared in peaceful silence. Like, you guys eating dinner in quiet, cuddling on the couch together while watching TV, reading, or napping.

Dazai loves those moments, while you’re playing along as you think of a way to escape. He knows this though but doesn’t say or do anything about it since he knows you’ll eventually give in and learn to love it as he does. If not, well………like I said earlier, he still has time to work on that.

He’s a very affectionate and cuddly person. Always has you wrapped in his arms whenever you cuddle, sleep, or when you’re doing chores.

It scares you the way he easily sneaks up on you from behind and wraps his arms around you as you cook your breakfast. He nuzzles against your neck before asking why you left the bed (putting on a fake pout). You simply play along into your strange “loving couple” facade and say that you were just craving French toast. He kisses your shoulder and asks for some himself.

“Well, I would make some for you. But someone ate all the bread!”

“But belladonna!! It was just too delicious that I couldn’t help myself!”

“……………maybe I can…….go out and buy some—”

“No”

The finality in his voice as he whispered into your ear felt like a knife slicing into your heart.

What terrified you the most about your captor wasn’t his final plan with you (as concerning as that sounds) but rather the fact that you could sense an underlying darkness to him that kept you on edge.

Beneath his smiles, goofy acts, loving acts, and comforting demeanor was a dangerous being who you had no idea if you could manage to outsmart or avoid not being killed/injured by.

“What if we made French toast our final meal together!!”

“I won’t do it, Dazai. Not matter what you say or do, I won’t let you drag me with you to death.”

“………………my love, who said I would drag you with me? When we both leave this life, I’ll make sure we do it willingly together.”

That might have been the most horrifying sentence you’ve ever heard.

#bungou stray dogs #yandere dazai #dazai x reader #dazai x y/n #yandere #dazai osamu #fem reader #dazai x fem reader #my first post

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