#hes bisexual to me. and to you. and to everyone

[garaks-padded-bra]

i want you to know that this isnt coming from a place of shipping garak/ziyal like you seem to think. not being interested in one young lady doesn't mean he can't possibly be bi/pan/multisexual of some kind. and your response to all this has been really alarming and thoughtless headcanon what you like, cuz yeah a lot of this is based on beta canon + word of god, but you don't gotta be a dick to people who consider him multisexual. it comes across as biphobic, even if that isn't your intention. this whole thing isn't just you, there a lots of other people who INSIST garak MUST be gay and couldn't possibly be multisexual and it's really hurtful to bi people like me. so you've hit a nerve with people (i didnt even know this was in response to you at first, because this keeps happening btw) "being bi isn't more progressive than being gay" okay that you see this situation and come away with that says more about you. most people don't consider characters bi for progressive-ism or out of homophobia, you're putting words in our mouths and im geniuinely angry at you now. the proper response to all this is not to mock people, it's dismissive and mean spirited

I don't think garak is gay because he's not into ziyal? I straight up didn't say that. That's not why I think he's gay.

If you're bisexual and upset when a character without a defined sexuality is interpreted differently please remember that it is not personal because he ISNT bisexual. Or gay!! It is never touched on in the show!

Regarding the "progressive" comment,I was referring to anons from last night, not you. No one was mocked. I'm not insisting on anything or arguing with anyone's headcanons. I just have my own! I appreciate everyone's views. All I did was share a different opinion. You see yourself in Garak as a bi person, and I see myself in him as a gay person. Isn’t it cool we can both connect with the fictional lizard in a pushup bra? It is not serious.

I never meant to be dismissive or mean-spirited. I genuinely didn’t realize how deeply people cared about this. I’m not as involved in online fandom as most assume.

And jokingly disagreeing with Andrew J. Robinson doesn’t mean I’m disrespecting him.

I literally hc almost everyone in ds9 as bi. If I get any more silly discourse in my inbox I will be closing it.

[nacho-business1]

new head canon:

Rogue having an internal bisexual panic attack because of Kai and Nya since he’s been staying at the monastery.

[talenlee]

Game Pile: Why Do Trans Women Love New Vegas (Video)

Script and thumbnail below the fold!

This script is based on this original article.

Hello everyone, my name’s TalenLee, also known as the Wrath in Pride Month, and this is a video article that seeks to answer the question ‘Why do Trans Women love Fallout New Vegas so much?’ To accompany this I’m presenting a single segment speedrun of Fallout New Vegas All Sleeping Partners % as run by Tomatoanus, or as TiredTransbian called it, World’s Fastest Bisexual Trans Woman Goes on a Bender Around the Mojave. Tomatoanus did make the video but unlike in his videos, I didn’t get him to help me explain things and you really shouldn’t go bothering him to justify his relationship to things I say here just because he gave me permission to use his video. He is as best I know, very nice and doesn’t need any further guff. If you are going to go check out TomatoAnus’ work based on this video all I ask is that you

do

not

embarrass me.

I’m providing a specific Content Warning here for drugs and violence. Not that anyone clicking on a video about Fallout New Vegas would be surprised by those things. It’s just nice to do.

This is a video version of an article I wrote a bit over a year ago and if you’ve read that article you already know the thrust of what I’m going to say, but because this is going up on Youtube, I want to pre-emptively put some stuff out there that will get the snowflake crowd to petulantly comment and then piss off. Rent-lowering gunshots, as we say on Tumblr. Anyway, trans women are women and trans men are men, at least inasmuch as they want to be, and while I’m at it, all the popes are bad, even Big Poppa Pizza Pope you got now. This isn’t one of my hand-holding babymode conversations about how trans identities work, written as if I’m explaining a baseline gender studies concept to someone to afraid to look it up and do readings, this is about an extremely in-group cultural signifier. A meme. Specifically, the meme that trans women

love

Fallout New Vegas, explained in <>.

Released in 2010, Fallout New Vegas is a classic of the first-person-shooter role-playing-game genre or FPSRPG, which sounds like a file format your phone uses to save links, which sought to bring Fallout 1 and 2’s semi-open choice-driven narrative structure, into the first-person floaty Skyrim-with-guns combat in a ‘second parse’ at the – let’s politely call it – rough execution of Fallout 3. In this game you play a character called The Courier starting at the point in their story where Matthew Perry shows he won’t be there for you, then shoots you in the head, giving you an opportunity to discover and then intervene in the existing events of history with an all new, all exciting direction.

The story is a sort of noir cowboy steampunk fantasy – there’s the trappings of modern technology and post-apocalyptica, but the world that was and its infrastructure isn’t really important as much as the way it just sweeps aside a options for progress. Technology is chunky and heavy and there’s a durability to everything, where things break, but they can always be fed more technology to make them un-break. Everything has an independence to it, a scrounging, foraging, make-it-work, it’ll-do-for-now technologism all typified with a gun at your hip and your duster fluttering in the hot wind.

When it isn’t crashing.

The game has a lot of positive sentiment around it, seemingly beloved by fans and lauded by youtubers looking for long-form stuff ever since renowned solver of plagiarism problems Harris Barris Garrus dropped ‘Fallout 3 Is Garbage, And Here’s Why,’ nine years ago.

Thing is, if you’re not in the trans community, or at least not living next to it because they have all the good electronic music, you might not know that Fallout New Vegas is notorious for being a game beloved by trans women. This renown is a meme unto itself, a joke about being into Fallout New Vegas being a gateway to the experience of being a trans woman.

Now, I position myself as both an investigator of games, and I also serve what I think is a valuable purpose which is being up to several trans people’s token cis friend. This lets me return from the hidden city then explain their mystic secrets to the normies, in the hopes that you won’t ask them annoying questions.I thought, equipped with this understanding, I could, this Pride Month, explain why all trans women love Fallout New Vegas:

They don’t, largely.

Oh, sure, there are trans women who are fans of Fallout New Vegas. A bunch of them! And they tend to describe ideas in Fallout New Vegas that excite them, it tends to be things like:

I get to shoot Matthew Perry in the face.

The story is all constructed such that everyone’s story is somehow ensnared with the dam.

There is a meaningful dialectic between Caesar’s Legion and his own ideology.

You can do drugs and shoot baddies.

Cazadors are amazing.

The courier has a backstory, has a meaningful life and narrative that you have to reconstruct through play.

Cazadors suck.

The final building is exciting and beautiful and engaging.

Spurs go Jingle Jingle

The idea that the Las Vegas strip is the kind of thing that survives our worst and is darkly funny and what we deserve.

There’s an anti-nuclear thread running throughout the whole story.

There’s more. When I compose a list of this kind of thing reflecting on feedback, I’m typically trying to collapse together similar responses, and there really isn’t a lot of commonality between these unless you start to get really broad. And when you get that broad, what it tends to come down to is:

It’s an enjoyable game and I find it engaging.

What’s more there’s some feedback I got that doesn’t match the feedback given. Now, I did ask explicitly only to trans readers to respond to this question, so I have assumed that everyone who responded did, but normally, when I ask a question like ‘what’s something about this game that excites you’ and you find a way to structure your answer to be a dunk on the question or complaining about something unrelated, I think of that as not answering the question and not being helpful.

But still, in the sense of completeness we also got:

The game is buggy and I don’t like it

The game didn’t leave an impression on me

I’ve never played the game

And okay, was this what you were expecting? These are all pretty distinct opinions, some fine enough to be about individual mobs in the game, some are about the story structure, some are about vibes of the space, and some are uuuh just about the sheer enjoyment you can get out of shooting racists while high off your face.

Every explanation I’ve heard from trans people about why they personally like Fallout New Vegas has been specifically about liking the game as a game. Not as a piece of Trans Media, something in the canon from some sort of Trans Authority. It’s not even a game with a blatant expression of Trans Rights – you can turn the lens of this game pretty easily to see it making fun of ‘man in a dress’ narratives, if you want. You can play the whole game and never find the character I’m referencing here, which means it’s obviously way less prominent than Cazadores or the Dam or Nuclear Bombs.

This is the middle of the video, and a natural break between its two major thesese, so, in honour of the runner TomatoAnus here, I’d like to say, as he would, that I hope you’re doing well. If you’re not, then please remember, as always, that there is a tomorrow and that no feeling is final.

No matter what’s going on, it cannot take that away from you. How you’re feeling does not define you, and I do know that it feels like what’s going on is all there will ever be. But that isn’t the case. It happens little by little, so small you likely won’t notice day-to-day, but someday in the future you’ll be able to look back and see how far you’ve come.

You’ll see that where you’re at now, well, it’s just that. Where you are, rather than who you are. There is so much more to you than how you’re feeling, and you’re so much stronger than you realize.

Please keep that in mind.

Back to the point about the idea of Fallout New Vegas as a game that has a particular following amongst trans women. See, I think the idea that trans women love Fallout New Vegas is a great opportunity to explain what we call a kind of floating signifier.

A floating signifier is a term for ‘a reference without a referent.’ That is, it’s a term that doesn’t have a specific, actual thing it’s referring to. The easiest example I can point to is money. While we’re probably all familiar with money, there’s nothing that money represents that actually exists. Bills and coins and bank balances all reference money, but those aren’t money; money is a system, a shared fiction that we all accept exists. If everyone tomorrow decided to not partake in the shared, communal idea of money, then nothing disappears – there’s no Money Creature that starves because it’s not getting any fairy dust or belief or something.

That’s not to say a floating signifier is a meaningless term. It’s more like an empty box that we primarily understand because of the things we have put into that box. Even if that box is full of things that doesn’t mean the box has any inherent qualities of its own. When we talk about an elephant for example, elephants are things that exist outside of our human heads, so we can go check and see if an elephant is something. On the other hand, there are a host of very normal human social experiences that we need to refer to for one another, but which have no basis outside of the shared fictional space of Humans Talk About This Thing.

(Like Gender, for example.)

Lots of people like Fallout New Vegas. It’s not a secret mysterious cult hit. It doesn’t need special trans significance to be a beloved game in the trans community. Coming out in the right chunk of time for a community with common interests means that of course a bunch of them would relate to it. Since the game is good, and people like to talk about this game they enjoy, and the game has modding, and the game has a shared common conversation (a discourse), that means you’re inevitably going to get The Trans People Who Like Fallout New Vegas, who talk to one another. They notice it’s a thing, they notice one another, they share common space, and in so doing, a meme forms. You might as well point out the common thread of trans women using Windows 7, because in the same general band of time they probably did.

(Not all trans women run Linux boxes.)

(I mean, of the four I immediately thought of in my friend space, they do. But not all of them.)

The meme that trans women love Fallout New Vegas is based on the meme that trans women love Fallout New Vegas. Stating the meme, sharing the meme, is not about a scientific fact, but rather it’s a matter of representing that you are aware of that meme, just like if someone’s coming up Milhouse. It’s a cultural marker, something that shows that you are in on this specific joke.

Now, I don’t know if you’re aware of this, but memes are not particularly complicated things to understand – as a discipline, that is. They’re sticky, which isn’t the same thing as clever. Sometimes people think a meme is like a punchline or an image, but really, what a meme is, is a unit of communication. A meme transmits meaning, and that meaning needs to be shareable. You might already be familiar with some memes like this, such as, y’know, words. The purpose of memes is not to be explanatory in and of themselves, but to be useful for explanation. The fancy term we use for this, in describing a network of memes with related meanings that indicate a communal space, a sort of ‘meme dialect’ that a community holds to, is the word memeplex. A memeplex can be seen as a specific set of memes you get that indicate a shared space of meaning, in almost any fandom.

(In cult studies, they call it ‘distinguishable vernacular!’)

There is another thing here.

It’s what I think of as permissive diagnostics.

The nature of being trans is often an end point of a series of conversations with the self and with others that are entirely about undoing a series of mental hurdles that are meant to stop trans people from considering themselves trans. Some folks have rock-solid ironclad long-term considerations of their gender in one way, but for some folk it’s a lot more complicated.

Maybe you think ‘I would be a trans woman, but’ or ‘I mean, if I was a trans woman I’d be unhappy because I wouldn’t be attractive’ or ‘man, I’m jealous of trans women getting to solve something so simple about themselves,’ and those thoughts are often part of this same trapping matrix of ideas. These are things that trans folk often wind up talking about, after the fact, looking back on themselves later and going, ‘wow, it was really obvious and I didn’t notice, huh?‘

And look.

Maybe there’s no special reason trans women love Fallout New Vegas, but maybe you love Fallout New Vegas because you’re a trans women. And if that sounds like incoherent nonsense to you, then don’t worry about it.

It’s not a message for or about you.

Maybe next time I’ll do a long form video on how Doom Eternal explains the way that so many trans dudes own a short-sleeved collared blue shirt with a repeating pattern of small white dots on it.

If you made it to the end of this video, thank you so much and also thank you especially to TomatoAnus who gave me permission to use this footage without knowing if I’d do a good job of this video or not. I’ve been a fan of his channel for years and even copying his scripts like this as a bit is a reminder of how thoughtfully put together his work is and the level of attention to detail he takes in delivering excellent explainers.

If Fallout New Vegas speedruns interest you at all, or speedrun explainers do, you should check out his channel, and if being trans is a thing that interests you, you should check out your local informed consent clinic, and seek out your nearby queer community because we all need to stand together these days.

And a huge thank you to my Patrons for helping make this video possible. My Patrons don’t get anything at all out of being my Patrons which is why it’s so amazing to me that they bother to spend any money to encourage me to keep doing the things I do on the internet to give them things to read and watch in the moments before the workday really kicks in and nobody notices them scrolling on their phone having a coffee.

I know that things are super uncertain right now though, so please don’t feel compelled to support.

It’s greatly appreciated but not at all necessary.

And that’s what makes you all so so special.

Thank you all, truly.

That’s all for this video though.

This was a video article about Trans Women and Fallout New Vegas and you learned the word memeplex and the term floating signifier, all told in the style of Tomatoanus. I’ve been Talen Lee, and I hope you have an above average day.

[countyourfreckleslikestars]

That’s her best-friend, she bisexual. I like seein’ them girls on girls

Pairing: Heeseung x Fem!reader x fem!oc!character

Word count: about 4,000

Warnings: — f!reader, threesome, oral (f!receiving & giving), 69 position (wlw), fingering, reader eats pussy while getting fucked, praise kink, messy sex, slight jealousy, voyeurism, filthy dirty talk, spanking (light), overstimulation, reader cheats on Heeseung but he likes it? , drunk but consensual sex, mild name-calling (“slut”), use of pet names (baby, good girl), LOTS OF WLW, reader is wrecked and loved on by both, everyone’s a little too into it

Inspired by: this fic series by @mattsstarlet so go show love. If your the owner of the fic and don’t want me using your idea just DM me and I’ll be more then happy to take it down!

Now playing: Good Loyal Thots - Odertari

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You and your best friend Star always had some tension. The kind that lingered in the air like a spark just waiting for the right moment to catch fire. You both came out to each other as bi around the same time—some random late-night conversation that spiraled into vulnerability, confessions, soft laughs that held more weight than either of you admitted.

Ever since then, things were never quite the same.

Even when you started dating your amazing boyfriend—Heeseung, that tension with Star never faded. If anything, it got worse. More noticeable. More dangerous.

And Heeseung knew. Of course he did. It was impossible not to see.

The stolen glances. The subtle brushes of your fingers as you passed each other something. The way she’d look at your lips mid-conversation like she was imagining how they’d taste. Like there was a secret buzzing underneath everything, one that he wasn’t fully a part of.

And fuck—he’d be lying if he said it didn’t make his cock hard beyond belief.

He tried so hard to convince himself it was wrong. That his girlfriend couldn’t possibly be messing around behind his back. That even if something was happening, it couldn’t be real.

But deep down, some dark, needy part of him didn’t just notice.

He wanted to see it.

⸻

One night, you all went out together.

It wasn’t anything fancy—just drinks, music, and too much teasing in a tight booth—but you’d dressed up anyway. You wore that dress that barely covered your thighs, the one that clung to your waist and rode up every time you shifted in your seat. Star showed up in something even more dangerous—low cut and backless, hugging her curves, practically made to draw eyes. And it did.

Heeseung couldn’t stop looking at the two of you. Legs brushing under the table. Lip gloss shining under the dim bar lights. And those laughs—those goddamn breathy, tipsy laughs that made him twitch in his jeans.

Before long, shots were being passed around like candy.

You were a few drinks in, warm and giggly, leaning on Star more than you needed to. She rested her hand casually on your thigh and you didn’t stop her.

You leaned in to whisper something to her—something stupid, probably, but the second your lips got close, you both froze.

Her eyes flicked down to your mouth.

Yours did the same.

And you didn’t know who leaned in first. Maybe it didn’t matter. A second later, your lips met.

Soft. Careless. Just a brush at first. Then a little more pressure. Just enough for your lips to part slightly, enough for it to feel real.

Hee saw the whole thing. Watched you kiss her right in front of him like it was the most natural thing in the world. Like you’d done it a hundred times.

And fuck—his cock throbbed. He shifted in his seat, trying to hide it, trying to keep breathing like this wasn’t the hottest thing he’d ever witnessed.

You and Star pulled away a second later, giggling like nothing happened.

“Girls will be girls,” he told himself. “It’s nothing.”

But he couldn’t get the image out of his head.

⸻

The next time it happened, it wasn’t in public.

It was late. Just a girls’ night.

You and Star curled up in your bed, oversized shirts and underwear, fresh-faced from cleansing and already halfway through a bottle of wine. Your legs tangled as you lounged across the blankets, faces flushed and limbs loose with that familiar wine buzz.

There was music playing low—something soft, something sensual—and the air between you was thick.

You laughed at something dumb she said, your head falling into her lap. Her hand came up to brush your hair back from your face. Slow. Lingering.

“You’re so pretty,” she murmured, voice low and sincere, fingers still stroking through your hair.

You blinked up at her, heart racing. “What?”

She smiled. “I said you’re pretty.”

There was a pause.

And then that same tension hit again—like déjà vu. Your faces were close. Your eyes locked.

One of you moved. You weren’t sure who.

But this time, the kiss didn’t stop after a second.

It deepened. Turned hungry. Tongues sliding. Teeth clashing softly. Her fingers gripping your jaw as she tilted your head just right.

You pulled back, breathless. “We shouldn’t…”

But she was already kissing down your neck, her hand slipping beneath your shirt, cupping your breast.

You moaned softly, your thighs pressing together.

And then her fingers were in your panties, slipping between your folds, rubbing slow circles over your clit before sliding in—two at once. Her ring and middle finger, curling perfectly inside you as you arched against her.

She fucked you like she knew exactly where every nerve lived. Wrist-deep. Palm flush against your pussy. You came hard, thighs trembling, her lips at your neck whispering filth.

You swore to each other the next morning it was accidental.

But it kept happening.

⸻

Little kisses. Lingering makeouts that left you breathless and needy. Her fingers sliding under your skirt at dinner parties when no one was looking, fucking you slowly with a smirk on her lips. You’d bite your lip to hold in your moans while people chatted just feet away.

Heeseung always pretended not to see.

Pretended he didn’t notice the way your lips were swollen when you got home. Pretended he didn’t see the bite marks under your shirt or the way your thighs trembled when you walked.

But every night, he’d fuck you harder than ever, gripping your hips like he was trying to brand you. Whispering in your ear, “Is this what you need? Or do I need to bring her in next time, huh?”

And you’d moan, because you couldn’t answer honestly. Because the thought of both of them wrecking you at once made your head spin.

⸻

Then came the party.

You were there with Hee, drink in hand, his arm slung around your waist protectively.

You’d only had a couple drinks, but your body was already loose, warm, floaty. You turned to say hi to someone and bumped into her.

Star.

She looked good. Unfairly good. Her eyes lit up when she saw you, and before you could even speak, her hand slid into yours, tugging you away from the crowd.

You didn’t resist.

She led you down a hallway, past a dozen closed doors, and slipped into a guest room tucked at the end. The second the door closed, she shoved you up against it, lips crashing into yours.

You moaned into her mouth as she kissed you hard. Sloppy. Desperate. Her hands roamed everywhere—your waist, your thighs, your tits, gripping you like she hadn’t touched you in weeks.

By the time she pushed you back on the bed, your lips were red and swollen, panties soaked through.

That’s how you found yourself in this position.

Her tongue buried between your thighs, suckling your clit like she was trying to drink your soul out of you. Her hands gripping your thighs, holding you in place as your hips rolled against her mouth.

And you?

Your tongue was flat against her pussy, her taste smeared all over your lips. You licked into her heat, slow and deep, moaning as her thighs trembled around your face.

Sixty-nining with your best friend in a stranger’s guest bed. Half the party just down the hall.

Your moans vibrated into her, your tongue gliding through her folds, dipping into her slick heat before flattening again, drinking her in like water.

The air was thick—hot, sweaty, desperate. The bed creaked with every grind of hips and press of fingers. You could barely think straight. Just the taste of her. The way she whimpered. The pulsing ache between your thighs she never gave you time to recover from.

You didn’t even hear the door creak open.

But Heeseung did.

He stood in the doorway, frozen.

His eyes dragged over the scene—the arch of your back, the way Star was moaning into your cunt, the pure filth of you both, completely absorbed in each other.

His breath caught in his throat.

You pulled back from Star just enough to pant, your lips glistening, voice wrecked. “Hee—”

Your voice died the second your eyes met his.

He didn’t speak.

Didn’t blink.

His jaw was clenched. His hand twitched by his side like he didn’t know whether to leave, to speak—

Or to start touching himself.

Star didn’t even stop.

She looked up at him from between your thighs, lips still wrapped around your clit. She smirked, licking a slow, deliberate stripe up your slit before whispering against it, “Are you just gonna stand there…”

She paused.

Sucked your clit into her mouth hard.

You cried out.

“…or are you gonna help?”

That snapped him.

In seconds, Heeseung was across the room, door shutting behind him with a soft click. His eyes never left you. Not once. His movements were slow, calculated. Like a wolf circling prey he’d been stalking for weeks.

He peeled his shirt off first, tossing it carelessly to the floor. Then his belt. Then his jeans. His cock strained against his boxers, thick and hard and already leaking.

“I knew it,” he muttered under his breath, voice low, gravelly. “Knew you two were doing shit behind my back.”

You sat up a little, breathless, still pinned under Star. “I—I wanted to tell you—”

“Shh.” He leaned down, capturing your lips in a slow, filthy kiss. His hand tangled in your hair, holding you still as he devoured your mouth, tongue deep and possessive. “You think I didn’t see the way she looks at you? The way you look back?”

He broke the kiss with a low growl, eyes dark.

“You think I didn’t notice the marks? The way your thighs shake when you come home?”

You whimpered, hips grinding into Star’s mouth again on instinct. She moaned against you, still licking, completely content to keep you open and needy for him.

Heeseung’s eyes flicked down to the sight of Star still between your legs, tongue moving in slow, wet circles. His cock throbbed.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “You’re such a slut for her, aren’t you?”

You didn’t answer.

Didn’t need to.

Your body said it all—arched, trembling, mouth parted in desperate moans. You looked ruined. And he hadn’t even touched you yet.

He shoved his boxers down, letting his cock spring free. He wrapped a hand around it, pumping slow as he knelt behind you on the bed.

“Let me see that pretty mouth,” he said, guiding his tip to your lips.

You moaned and opened instantly, letting him slip in, warm and heavy on your tongue.

You were being devoured and fed at the same time—Star sucking and licking your cunt like she owned it, Heeseung fucking your mouth slow, low groans rumbling in his chest every time your tongue swirled around his tip.

You were shaking between them, the filth of it all making your brain foggy. The taste of him. The taste of her. The hands in your hair. The wet, obscene sounds of your soaked pussy and your greedy mouth.

Your jaw was slack, lips stretched around Heeseung’s cock as he fucked into your mouth in slow, shallow thrusts—just enough to tease, to taste, to claim.

His hand stayed tangled in your hair, guiding your head gently. But his voice?

His voice was pure control.

“You like this?” he rasped, hips rolling forward, cock hitting the back of your tongue. “Getting fucked in your mouth while she eats your pussy?”

You tried to nod, but Star moaned against your clit, her tongue flicking fast and relentless, and your eyes rolled back.

“Fuck,” Heeseung groaned, pulling out with a wet pop, smearing the tip across your spit-slick lips. “You look so pretty like this. All messy and used.”

You gasped for breath, drool running down your chin, pussy throbbing as Star buried her tongue deep inside you again.

“She tastes so fucking good,” Star purred against your cunt, her voice soaked in hunger. “You’ve been missing out, Hee.”

Heeseung let out a breathless laugh. “Trust me, I’m about to catch up.”

His hands gripped your hips, dragging you up off Star’s face. You whimpered at the loss, your pussy clenching around nothing, aching to be filled again.

“Lay back,” he ordered, voice low, cock heavy in his hand.

You obeyed, your body pliant, dizzy from pleasure. Star slid up beside you, lips glistening with your slick, licking her fingers clean like she was savoring every drop.

Heeseung leaned over you, cock in one hand, the other bracing himself beside your head. He kissed you—deep, messy, tasting Star on your tongue—and lined up with your entrance.

You were soaked. Ruined. Practically dripping down your thighs.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he hissed as he slid in, inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt.

You cried out, back arching, hands gripping the sheets.

Star leaned over, kissing your neck, trailing her tongue up to your ear. “You look so hot when you take him,” she whispered, fingers already trailing down your stomach.

You didn’t even have time to respond before she was rubbing your clit again, perfectly in sync with Heeseung’s slow, brutal thrusts.

You were shaking.

Crying out.

Fucked full by one of them, played with by the other.

Heeseung groaned, hips slamming harder now. “You like this? You like getting fucked while she watches? While she helps?”

“I’m gonna be doing more then just watching,” Star giggled, then slid two fingers into your mouth. “Suck.”

You obeyed without thinking, tongue swirling, moaning around her fingers as Heeseung pounded into you.

Everything was slick and wet and obscene.

The sounds—skin slapping, breathless gasps, Star’s filthy encouragement in your ear—sent you spiraling.

Your orgasm built fast, right there behind your ribs, a raw, burning need that grew with every thrust, every circle of her fingers, every filthy praise falling from Heeseung’s mouth.

“You’re gonna come, huh?” he growled, slamming in harder. “Gonna soak my cock while your best friend makes you suck her fingers?”

You sobbed, nodding frantically, thighs trembling.

“Good girl,” Star purred. “Come for us. Show him how wrecked you get for me.”

You came hard.

Violently.

Back arched. Mouth open in a silent scream. Pussy clenching around Heeseung as he groaned and fucked you through it, chasing his own release.

And just when you thought it was over—

Heeseung pulled out.

Star climbed over you.

And they flipped you onto your stomach.

“You didn’t think we were done, did you?” Heeseung murmured into your ear, cock pressing against your ass. “Not even close.”

You barely had time to catch your breath before Heeseung was flipping you over, pushing your chest into the mattress and dragging your hips up.

“Hands and knees,” he growled, voice rough, cock already rubbing between your folds from behind. “Just like that. Fuck—look at you.”

You trembled, legs spread wide, ass in the air, your slick dripping down your thighs. Every nerve was still buzzing from your last orgasm, but the moment he gripped your hips again, your body ached for more.

Star was in front of you now—sprawled back on the bed, legs spread, already playing with her clit as she looked down at you with that same wicked glint in her eye.

“C’mere, baby,” she said sweetly, voice dripping with lust. “Use that mouth again.”

You didn’t need to be told twice.

You crawled forward, shoulders low, your face level with her dripping cunt. The scent of her arousal hit you all over again—sweet, intoxicating, familiar. Your lips parted, and you licked a slow stripe up her slit, moaning at the taste.

That’s when Heeseung slammed into you.

You cried out against Star’s pussy, your tongue stuttering against her folds as his cock filled you to the hilt from behind.

“Fuck,” he groaned, already fucking into you with slow, punishing thrusts. “You feel even tighter like this.”

Star whimpered above you, her fingers tangling in your hair as she rocked her hips toward your mouth. “Don’t stop. Keep going. Just like that.”

You moaned into her, tongue sliding back into her heat, lips wrapping around her clit as your body rocked between them. Each thrust from Heeseung shoved you forward, pushing you deeper into Star’s cunt, your mouth wetter, messier, more desperate with every stroke.

The rhythm built fast—his cock driving into you, your tongue circling her clit, her thighs tightening around your head as she began to tremble.

“God,” Heeseung hissed. “Watching you eat her out while I fuck you? You don’t even know what you do to me.”

He reached around and slapped your ass, hard enough to make you jolt.

“Such a dirty girl,” he growled. “Taking my cock and making your best friend come at the same time.”

Star was panting now, thighs shaking. “She’s so good, Hee. Her mouth—fuck—she’s gonna make me come.”

And you wanted that. Needed it. You pressed your tongue harder against her clit, lips sucking, moaning into her like your life depended on it. The vibrations of your voice only made her cry out louder.

Heeseung’s thrusts grew rougher, deeper, his grip on your hips bruising as he chased his own release. You could hear the slick sounds of your cunt taking him, your spit on Star’s pussy, her whines as her orgasm built—

And then she broke.

Star came with a cry, her whole body shaking as her thighs clamped around your face. “Fuck, fuck—don’t stop,” she gasped, riding out the waves, her fingers tugging your hair as she pulsed and shuddered on your tongue.

Heeseung was right behind her.

“Shit—baby, I’m gonna—fuck—” he growled, slamming into you one final time before he buried himself deep, spilling inside you with a broken moan.

You collapsed between them, face still sticky with Star’s slick, your cunt still fluttering around Heeseung’s cock as he stayed buried in you, panting.

The room was silent except for your heavy breathing, the faint thump of music from the party down the hall, and the sound of skin still sticking together from sweat and cum.

Star giggled softly, brushing hair from your face as she leaned down to kiss you.

“You okay, baby?”

You couldn’t even answer.

Just smiled against her mouth, wrecked and satisfied, and moaned softly as Heeseung pulled out behind you with a wet, sinful sound.

“Don’t fall asleep yet,” he murmured, lips against your shoulder, thumb brushing between your legs to collect the mess he left behind. “We’re not done.”

Authors note: Hi guys!! Hope yall liked this one (personally a few tears ran down my thighs while writing) but yeah as I said early is it inspired by a fic series from @mattsstarlet so go show love and support to them!

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[undying-love]

‘Has any insider implied that there were not-so-platonic vibes between John and Paul?’ I knew of a guy who’s dad occasionally worked as a part time driver for the Beatles and he told me that his dad had heard talk within the circle of staff/hangers on about something romantic going on between John and Paul. This guys dad was bisexual, and apparently so was pretty much everyone around them - kind of like Marianne’s quote about how the blurring of sexual lines was part of the creative scene - so this wasn’t a particularly big deal for him to hear this kind of gossip. (It is a pretty big deal to me!!). This isn’t probably the kind of insider you mean, but it always reaffirms to me that talk about JP is not something that just came about by over-excited fan girls, desperate to squish John and Paul together and make them kiss 60 years later. There was talk back then.

Wow, thank you so much for sharing that! Honestly, even if it's not a "major insider," I find those kinds of anecdotes fascinating, especially because they come from people who were at least somewhat close to the scene. You're totally right: the fact that there was talk back then, says a lot. I've heard similar things before, that there were rumours about John and Paul back then. It's great to see that this is nothing new.

[boobxrry0]

Here’s a list of HCs for Amphoreus college AU. Warning there’s a lot below the cut

Phainon

- Who is his roommate you ask? None other than Mydeimos. Who else??

- He used to use a skateboard all the time in Highschool, but he doesn’t use it that much anymore so it just kinda. Stays in the corner of his dorm (yes this is a sk8 reference. Sue me)

- He came out as bisexual about a month after first year started. who was surprised? …No one.

- Doing bullshit nonsense competitions at 2 am with Mydei, and they get noise complaints all the time.

- He leaves his hair on the shower wall. Mydei yells at him for it.

- Been trying to learn piano since 5ever. They own a keyboard that is currently collecting dust in the living room.

- When Mydei leaves to take care of his library, Phainon tries to bake something. It usually ends up being terrible. I mean it. Black crisp over the top of that thing type shit.

- Forgets to wash rice.

- Whenever he actually sits down and tries to study, he gets distracted on his laptop. It got so bad Aglaea had to literally yank it away from him and now he’s not allowed to have a laptop. Even at the dorms

- ^ Ever since then he’s been actually doing better in his classes

Mydei

- Cooks basically every night for Phainon, but if he’s being a little bitch he’ll order him shitty food and then makes something for himself.

- ^ This got so bad he just started cooking for him again. Because nobody in college has the time or money for that

- He plays electric guitar! If they go anywhere and there’s a guitar of any kind, he’ll just sit down and start playing something.

- Mydei tried skating. He was not good at it.

- He works for his mom and dad at the family owned library occasionally. It’s quick money, really. He genuinely thinks he’s gonna take over full time. If Eurypon and Gorgo don’t mind.

- Phainon tried convincing Mydei to get an odd tattoo. He did not speak to Phainon the rest of the day.

Tribbios

- A professor!

- Literally the best history professor you could ask for. Ain’t nobody failing her class because she’s that good of a professor.

- Super fun. Breaks in her class constantly, fun stuff at the beginning of class. Etc.

- Genuinely cares for others

- Surprisingly old??? She taught Prof. Aglaea when she was in college. Which wasn’t that long ago but still!

- She loved teaching. And her subject.

- Sometimes goes into other classes and everybody cheers. Typically she goes into Aglaea’s class.

- Sometimes her younger sisters will come visit the class. Everyone is surprised by how young they are, considering Tribios’ age.

Tribbie/Trinnon/Trianne (whatt!)

- They’re not in college! Um…

- Tribbio’s younger sisters

- Triplets

- Chaos Co.

- All of them are super observant. Sometimes they go up to people in class and point blank “You look like you’re struggling with your love life. Remember communication is key!” (They get a lot of their advice was watching/listening to Tribbios)

- Trinnon in specific has really good intuition. When someone is about to walk onto the road, she’s grab the nearest piece of cloth/their hand and say “wait” and the next second a car going a kjadraillon miles per hour will rush by. People have cried and hugged this girl for saving their life.

- Tribbie has a keen eye for lies and truth. Tribbios has never been able to lie around her. No one has. She will just huff and say “don’t deceive me.” (Tribios said that one time. ONE TIME to a person and now Tribbie uses it all the time.)

- Trianne will literally encourage people to take the first step. And then she will remember everything and makes sure she sees it to the end. She doesn’t know why. She likes watching over people, and then if they ask to help she will gladly do so!

- They all collectively write/draw on walls.

Castorice

- Good grades in everything. Everything.

- She and Polyxia are inseparable. You will never see them apart.

- If Polyxia is sick she will stay home until she feels better. Take care of her.

- Physical touch.

- “it may be my last year but it doesn’t mean I’m not going to try hard.”

Polyxia (?!?!???!)

- Everyone sees her and immediately thinks she’s just a ghost.

- She is the one who cooks. Castorice helps occasionally.

Aglaea

- Yes, she teaches fashion design. And yes, she also teaches debate. So what?

- chill when it comes to debate. Fashion design? Absolute critic. Gordon Ramsey of fashion design.

-Literally the newest professor. Used to be a student not too long ago. But she’s already highly respected as a teacher.

-There’s some rumors going around about her relationship with Prof Anaxa….

- She addressed said rumors. Turns out they’re exes!

Anaxagoras

- We already know he’s a Professor.

- Math (Calculus) and Science (theoretical physics & Astronomy)

- There’s already so much about him and his teaching style and it’s all canon here.

- Yes this includes the gun

- ^ Insert the video of the Choir teacher with the nerf gun except its kids answering questions.

- “THEY GOT GINA!” Vine

- Extra thing, people keep commenting about his eyepatch. He has never addressed it. And he never will (it was something stupid)

Cipher

- Absolute troublemaker.

- Falls asleep in class even if she was right on time.

- Struggles with money.

- Kleptomaniac

Hyacine

- Volunteers for everything. Everything.

- Training to be a doctor

- Tries to help the teachers as much as possible.

- She sometimes brings little Ica to the campus. A lot of people gather around.

Probably going to add a bunch of stuff later when we get more info on Hysilens/Cerydra!

[agardenandlibrary]

The Ships

Queen’s Thief: a woman who has been turning into (metaphorical) stone, learned over the course of her life that she cannot trust anyone is asked to trust and believe someone who is a notorious liar and who she . well. Key quotes:

“She thought of the hardness and the coldness she had cultivated over those years and wondered if they were the mask she wore or if the mask had become her self. If the longing inside her for kindness, for warmth, for compassion, was the last seed of hope for her, she didn't know how to nurture it or if it could live.”

.

“He could tell her he loved her. He ached to shout it out loud for the gods and everyone to hear. Little good it would do. Better to trust in the moon's promises than in the word of the Thief of Eddis. He was famous in three countries for his lies.”

Also, bonus quote because it’s also a fun book even with all the *gestures*:

“This is the stupidest plan I have ever in my career participated in," Xenophon said.

"I love stupid plans," said Eugenides.

Vorkosigan Saga:

Cordelia & Aral: what if a bisexual man from a very conservative, war-torn, bellicose planet currently attempting to conquer other planets met the coolest woman from the planet of socialist queers with excellent healthcare and weapons technology and they had to do a survival trek together across the wilderness? He calls her his captain. She helps him reform the government on two planets.

Miles & Ekaterin: what if you found someone who cared about your messed up planet as much as you do? What if she was tall and hot and competent in a crisis? Everyone falls in love with Ekaterin and they’re RIGHT.

Phoenix Extravagant:

I don’t remember the specifics but Yoon Ha Lee loves to write a messed up relationship. I think one half of the pair killed the other half’s family member. They’re on opposite sides of a conflict. Artist x swordswoman.

Serpent Gates (Unspoken Name etc.):

ORC PROPHET LEAVES HOME WITH MESSED UP WIZARD, finds another messed up wizard to have complicated feelings about. Gods and sacrifices and. I think it stands out to me for the time skip and the long game of trying to rescue someone even when it seems all hope is lost.

What are your all's favorite (canon) romantic relationships in books/book series that aren't primarily romance? As in, the main plot would be filed under mystery/fantasy/etc., but there is a compelling romantic subplot. Looking for recs but also I have just been thinking about what elements makes these romances good and interesting vs. just there for the bit.

Interested in queer couples but also maybe a little more curious about straight couples b/c in my (non-exhaustive) experience it seems maybe a little more likely for writers of straight-romance-subplots to sort of phone it in by going "and here's an attractive character of the opposite gender...oh look they got together. the end."

[tedsasso]

i started making ted lasso edits today. never made an edit before in my life. please enjoy let me know what u like or dont like. i Will be making more and if u have suggestions please make them

*i doubt theres even a risk BUT dont repost w/o asking me first pls. xo*

[fanfic-gremlin-ft-trauma]

happy pride month beautiful people ‼️

[do-you-know-this-queer-character]

Do you know this queer character?

Dr. Eggman is Bisexual and uses he/him pronouns!

[faunandfloraas]

[mattastr0phic]

REPRESSED HOMOSEXUALS EXPOSURE THERAPY

[linkcharacter]

For your consideration: both curly and Anya being some flavor of ace-spec and aro-spec, AND they’re in a QPR!

That's the idea!!!! They're the qpr of all time

They're both on the aroace spectrum for me, and in my arts it's always in the back of my mind (but anyone can read it however they want!!)

[pushing500]

Remember back when we were doing a whole bunch of mysterious brain scans? Well, Alistair is using the persona subcore we got from those scans to build himself a new android friend. I want to see if the "surrounded by androids" mood buff stacks, and androids are very cool in general, so why not?

In between working and clearing memory space at his standing spot, I sent him over to grab a cup of coffee. I always try to keep his mood up; you never know what might be the catalyst for his awakening.

But, you know... he was built by the Jones boys, after all. Of course it was coffee.

Anyway, he's awake!! My boy is sentient at last!!!!!! Welcome to life with clarity and a sense of self, Alistair. We've been waiting for you for so long. He's got the "muscular" trait which means people think he's nice to look at (and by people I mean me), and my Sexuality Traits mod has also decided he's bisexual, which is nice.

I'm so giddy and excited to have him awake at last, and just in time for a new android to join us!! This is so cool!!!!!

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[usertoxicyaoi]

"Are you crazy? Why did you forcibly suspend your cultivation and bring about your own destruction?"

FANGS OF FORTUNE (2024). EPISODE THIRTY TWO.

[bisclavret]

like many who have suffered at the hands of bbc merlin before me, i recently indulged in a thought experiment in which i outlined my own version of seasons 3-5 that stay thematically and tonally in line with the show (except they're less fucking stupid). but then i quickly realized that focusing on details is pointless: all you need is to solve the one Big Problem the show has, and the rest will follow. the problem in question? ✨morgana✨

i like the first two seasons. s1 achieves what it sets out to do and has fun while doing it, and s2, while flawed, sets up a ton of potential that the following seasons unfortunately squander, beginning with the insidious season 3. you can only distract me with cute knights and goblins and fart jokes for so long before i start seeing through you, evil, evil season of television.

my hypothesis is that if the writers had crafted s3 morgana into anything more sympathetic than a violent half-alive poltergeist that can never be reasoned with because she's suddenly terminally off her rocker, everything would've fallen into place. a sympathetic morgana would've made real, valid arguments against uther (and arthur) that wouldn't just be the ramblings of a woman possessed. her betrayal of arthur would have stemmed from her feeling increasingly morally superior to him because of his complacency in the face of their father's tyranny. under morgause's guidance she would stop believing that arthur is capable of change, and the whole point would be that she might actually be right. arthur would have to actively try and prove her wrong, instead of getting praised for doing the bare minimum because the bar is on the floor.

furthermore, morgana's prophetic dream about arthur and gwen becoming king and queen and her decision to prevent this however she can is a direct parallel to merlin learning about that same prophecy and making it happen by any means necessary. merlin's desires about his and arthur's futures are subtextually fueled by gay love and devotion, so why couldn't morgana's be? why couldn't she properly express her bitterness that arthur gets to be with gwen in a way she can't "took gwen away" from her, instead of suddenly declaring that gwen is nothing more than a servant, after two seasons of demonstrating again and again that she loves, values, and respects gwen more than anyone else in that godforsaken castle?

following this, an angry and emotionally volatile but still sensible morgana asking gwen to stay by her side during the coup of the castle in the s3 finale and gwen going behind her back to help arthur and the knights would've hurt like a bitch. double-sided betrayal! gwen having a real plot! the proper beginnings of a toxic yuri that would shape a generation!

then there's the utter hubris of having morgana shoot arrows at the same civilians she worried herself sick over for 2 seasons — even morgan, her medieval counterpart that was rooted in every sexist trope in existence, doesn't just go around killing senselessly but instead has (often petty!) personal vendettas against gwen, arthur, and the knights. morgana had every right to be sick of the pretensions around chivalry in camelot (she was always quick to mock it, even in s1), and to lash out at the knights and soldiers after years of feeling powerless in a castle full of armed men that blindly followed her oppressor. the show conveniently forgets that morgana was victimized as a woman as well as a sorcerer those first 2 seasons.

but like i said, this is not just about morgana. allowing her to remain a real and multifaceted character even as she betrays everyone in pursuit of her ambitions would've given the rest of the core four more interesting conflict to work with: merlin because he would have to experience real consequences to his actions, arthur because he would watch his sister go against his father (and his knights, and his birthright) and experience some actual internal dilemmas about it, and gwen because she would be forced to choose between morgana and arthur without the pretense that it's an obvious or easy choice for her to make.

even morgause and gaius would come off more interesting as mentors: neither one inherently evil or inherently good, both jaded by events that happened before our protagonists were even born, both heavily influencing morgana and merlin into fulfilling roles that they think are appropriate, but that morgana and merlin may not have chosen for themselves had they not been under their care.

you get the gist. if the show followed its own setup, morgana's mistakes wouldn't lie in cheap and senseless acts of violence but in alienating the people she loves because she is too hurt and jaded to trust them. meanwhile, everybody else would feel guilt over "failing" her and yet they would be too caught up in their own (sometimes flawed!) beliefs of right and wrong to truly see her point of view.

arthur would convince himself it was sorcery that corrupted her. merlin would know that isn't true but he wouldn't be able to argue without confessing everything, which is the defining conflict between him and morgana and it's cheapened when she's just an evil witch caricature and merlin is framed as inherently virtuous in contrast. gwen, too, would become a more active participant in her own life by choosing arthur over morgana and choosing to rule camelot with him instead of just waiting politely to see where things go.

and, of course, uther's downfall and death would be quick, final, and completely earned — when and why did the show even decide he of all people was the sympathetic villain, anyway?

lastly, and perhaps controversially, i think morgana should've learned merlin's true identity by season 4. her being the first of the main characters to find out makes perfect sense considering their shared history and their interconnected and mirrored arcs. even the show seems to agree, considering she does find out a little before arthur. but the narrative itself tried pointing flashing neon arrows towards this way earlier — there is a whole entire episode in s4 where merlin being emrys is repeatedly spelled out for morgana and she still isn't allowed to see it. that episode makes her look like the stupidest person to ever live, which is pretty funny im not gonna lie, but also another frustrating thing in the endless string of frustrating things that make up this show.

morgana learning that merlin has magic would've transformed the source of merlin's anxiety from a crippling fear of being outed someday to the crippling fear of knowing she could out him at any moment. this would make him want to beat her to the punch (perhaps he'd consider killing her for a minute and decide against it because she isn't a cartoonishly insane evil person in my version of events) and maybe he would even feel some tentative excitement at the idea of coming clean, now that it seems inevitable. after all, he always intended to tell arthur eventually! and i think gaius would have to admit outright that he does not want merlin to tell arthur he has magic because he, gaius, simply cannot risk such a gamble. it would be so interesting to see gaius and merlin clash and disagree once it becomes obvious that it's not merlin that isn't ready for the reveal, it's gaius. delicious!

with morgana's knowledge looming, things would inevitably spiral into a magic reveal by the end of season 4. i picture this season as an absolute mess of miscommunication between everyone at camelot, which is, y'know, canon. growing increasingly cunning and vengeful, morgana would use this tension to her advantage, destabilizing the court from the outside while she creates alliances with other sorcerers outside of camelot (instead of living alone in a hovel for no reason — morgana le fay i'm sorry i'm so sorry they gave you agravaine instead of your all-female entourage oh my god).

and here's where the events would change beyond recognition (aka here's where the meta becomes the fanfic i refuse to write). picture it with me: a militia of sorcerers infiltrates camelot and arthur and gwen have to set aside their differences (assuming gwen kissing lancelot and arthur overreacting happens, which it should) for the good of the kingdom as well as for love. picture high priestess morgana in her element, side by side with a bunch of misfit sorcerers that aren't so easily vilified, chopping down camelot's soldiers and knights and assuredly making their way to the newly-minted king.

then, just as it starts to seem that all hope is lost, in swoops merlin (the actual merlin, not his old fart disguise) on dragonback (kilgharrah hates morgana so much i know his sexist ass would stoop to anything to stop her)!!! imagine merlin showing off the extent of his powers in front of everyone and preventing the sorcerers from getting any further, declaring loud and clear that camelot is protected by him, by emrys. imagine that display of power alone being enough to send everyone home.

imagine the loyalties clearly drawn: merlin on arthur's side, morgana on the sorcerers'. imagine arthur, feeling confused and betrayed by everyone at this point, banishing merlin despite everything he's done for him in the angstiest, most emotionally dysregulated scene the show had ever put to screen. imagine merlin starting season 5 free at last but very lonesome, an embittered dragonlord like his father. imagine the absolute mess camelot would become without him, even with gwen — now queen guinevere — there to pick up the slack. imagine arthur actually earning merlin back, finally growing into his role as king as he does so. imagine the reunion.

all this and more could've been not just possible but inevitable if morgana was allowed to remain a complex character that is neither inherently good nor inherently evil: it was undeniably the biased and one-note treatment of morgana's downfall by the writers that set the precedent for literally everything else that happened after merlin chose to poison her. the show wouldn't have even had to jeopardize its tone or the monster-of-the-week vibe, all it would've had to do is admit that even the "good guys" are capable of mistakes and what makes them good is the ability to feel remorse and change for the better. (as opposed to uther, who was miles beyond redemption since way before the pilot and deserved to lose everything and die alone. OBVIOUSLY???)

in a world where morgana remains multifaceted and sympathetic, mordred would get a better arc as well, so if we really wanted to, we could still end on the same tragic note that the show ended on. with so much harm inflicted onto so many innocent people by the pendragons for so long (including mordred and the many druids and sorcerers that raised him), it could realistically end up being a little too late for anything more than one shining glimpse of king arthur and the sorcerer merlin's short-lived golden age before fate catches up to them. glimpsing that reality just to immediately lose it would've been far more satisfying and far more tragic than whatever the writers thought they were doing with all that pointless carrot-dangling.

and finally, an ending in line with morgana's new and improved arc. in this version, rather than bleeding out on the forest floor alone, she would channel the morgan le fay we know from the legends: sobered up by the reality of her brother dying, she would use her high priestess status (and perhaps also her pendragon status) to be granted passage over to avalon alongside arthur on the boat — a one-way ride — just to make sure he gets there safely. this is her penance for the harm she has caused, the same way arthur's penance is to die and leave the true ruler of camelot (gwen) behind to achieve everything he was too slow and indecisive to build while he still had time.

merlin's penance, then, would be to stay behind and watch them cross over without him, waiting and waiting and waiting until they come back or until he can finally join them. which is a bit fucking harsh if i'm honest, so i'd at least make it slightly more faithful to the legends by having him return as an old man and letting him take a long nap under a tree by the shore, his body slowly enveloped by vines like the cobwebbed fisher king in 3x08, never fully sure if he's dreaming or if there really are strange shapes fading in and out of the fog over the lake. still tragic, but nevertheless a little more open-ended and whimsical than [TRUCK NOISES] THE END!