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He's probably fine

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MERLIN | 3x04 “Gwaine”

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idc merlin could’ve told gwaine to let arthur die and gwaine would only ask one question of why before just nodding at what merlin says and letting arthur die. if merlin thinks it’s best, that’s good enough for gwaine.

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Gwaine: “I never stay in one place for very long. People get sick of me too quickly.” Merlin: “I didn’t.”

In case anyone forgot this glorious dialogue from 3x04. I feel the need to point out that Merlin and Gwaine had known each other less than 3 days at this point. And Merlin was still prepared to fight the King so that Gwaine could stay in Camelot. No wonder Gwaine loved Merlin so much tbh.

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my main ship is and always will be merthur but MY GOD i'd be lying so hard if i said merwaine isn't slowly taking over my life

sure arthur and merlin have the whole king and servant thing going on but arthur is bound by duty and his loyalty is first to camelot and second to merlin. you know whose loyalty is first to merlin second to camelot????? GWAINE!!!

like this man likes being a knight but he LOVES merlin. plus he doesn't give a jack shit about nobility or traditions AND he doesn't have the weight of a whole ass kingdom on his shoulders so he can just go off whenever and wherever with merlin

back to ealdor?? sure why not. to a random cave or something???? mans already packing his bags. go achieve the cottagecore dream that arthur had??? not even to start with how much gwaine would love having a little cottage with merlin, he would do it purely to spite arthur

gwaine is chaos and merlin is also chaos. double the chaos double the love

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Gaius and me, we... had a bit of a falling out. Look, I row with my father all the time. You should do what I do, just lie low and wait till he comes to his senses. It'll soon blow over.

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Dannymay Day 11: Underwater

A skeleton floated in Lake Eerie. A skeleton was almost all that was left. Some fleshy bits were still there. Not enough to matter. Maybe enough to smell gross but barely even enough to see. No one could smell it anyway. It was at the bottom of a lake after all.

The corpse wasn’t small enough to be immediately assumed a child’s if someone saw it. It was mostly adult sized. What could give it away was the fact that attached to part of the skull was single baby tooth that still hadn’t fallen out and two molars that had only half way grown in.

If any tests were done, it’s true that the skeleton would have probably have been estimated as female. Transphobes would treat that as a win. It wasn’t one though. They were really just using educated guesses, and did it even matter? The skeleton was no longer a person of any gender. It had no soul in it. It had no thoughts or feelings. It was only an abandoned home now.

If anyone investigated it they might’ve found some things very odd indeed. They would wonder why the skeleton was in a scorched hazmat suit. They would wonder how the body seemed to have been moved even though there were no drag marks or tire marks around. Even with those questions it wouldn’t take them long to connect the time of death and when that teenage boy went missing.

But of course, no one saw the corpse, no tests were done, and no one investigated it. Only one person even knew the corpse existed and he wouldn’t tell anyone. He certainly wouldn’t go back for it. He did, about a week after he left it there, but it was a mistake. In warm fresh water bodies decompose fast. Sometimes only in a couple of weeks. Still not fast enough for him to have had the mercy of only seeing a skeleton.

No, no one would find it. No one would investigate it. At least not until the trail had gone cold.

No one would learn about Danny Fenton and his friend’s experiment. No one would know how that out of body experience felt before he reentered his physical form. No one would know why his eyes were green. No one, not even his friends, would find out just how far he ran when he panicked. No one would know how long he sat by Lake Eerie before he realized he wasn’t getting tired. No one would feel the anxiety he felt when he realized he had no pulse. No one would understand how the lack of adrenaline only made it worse. No one would find the body he left in a hurry that had fallen in just the right direction to sink. No one would see the horrific sight he did one week after that.

The skeleton continued to float, and sink, and rot, and continue the cycle of life. No one knew. No one would know. Maybe one day Sam and Tucker would see a ghost saving their town and realize what happened in horror. Maybe one day his parents would realize they were trying to kill their son once again. That day wasn’t today. It wouldn’t be that day for a long time. If that day ever even came.

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meeee

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Yesterday found my unfinished first attempt at realistic Danny. I was in the right mood, so I thought… why not to just finish it already? It’s been laying for several months now.

So here you go — my realistic Danny Fenton/Phantom👻

P.S. Realistic Danny minus the well colored clothes — for the clothes I wasn’t in the mood😅

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AI threat to Ao3 and Fanworks

Betsy Rosenblatt, the legal chair for Ao3′s umbrella Organization for Transformative Works, is advocating for allowing AI developers to use fanfic. :

This is a betrayal of Ao3′s mission, a betrayal of the worldwide community of fanfic-writers/readers, and a betrayal of Betsy Rosenblatt’s job to legally protect fanfiction. Please keep an eye on this situation and speak up where you are able to- there is at least one petition out already.

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A reminder to never measure your worth or talent as a writer by notes, likes, comments or kudos. Your writing is still worth sharing!

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Dannymay Day 12: Traditional Media

Freehand in bic pen without a reference :3

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there is a sufficient evidence supporting that maddie and fenton are more often than not, good parents. like ive been going on a dp rewatch (although im skipping episodes im not too interested in) and even without the episodes focusing on relationships between their parents and kids (maternal instincts, one million dollar ghost, etc).

like theres little scenes like when jazz calls down the parents in my brother’s keeper maddie is very quick to go ‘is there something with danny? do you need to talk about something?’ theres jack going to bat for danny when he thought he was in danger in girls night out. they were overprotective about jazz in the episode 13. the entire episode reality trip for the reveal nerds. even like the episode with the strongest evidence that theyre neglectful (fright before christmas) maddie rushes out to get danny when the trees attack. hell even in the one episode where danny nearly got absolutely blasted/vivesevted by maddie in masters of all time he still got through to her that he’s her son even when he has the most flimsy evidence being a family photo. like she was remarkably easy to convince that danny was her alternate universe son she had with jack who she at the time believed wanted nothing to do with her. seriously if he can convince her that then I’m sure he can prove he’s half ghost to her with enough backing.

anyways the fentons are pretty good parents and i will die on this hill

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Tags are for organizational purposes.

Tags are not communities.

If people don’t tag their problematic content with the main fandom tags, then it not only becomes unsearchable, it also becomes unfilterable.

What if I hate undertale, and I don’t want to see any undertale posts? If people who post problematic undertale content don’t tag it as undertale, then I can’t filter it out, and I end up with a bunch of problematic undertale content on my dashboard that I’d rather avoid.

Use the main tags.

The main tags are for everyone.

Tags are not a community.

If you really want a community tag that isn’t for problematic posts then post them as “#fandomname community” or something.

TAGS ARE INFORMATIONAL AND ORGANIZATIONAL. TAGS ARE NOT COMMUNITY.

If people don’t tag their problematic content with the main fandom tags, then it not only becomes unsearchable, it also becomes unfilterable.

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My beloved Hinatita and her hubby when they were starting to come out. ❤️🍥

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I just know for a fact Martin would buy this

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Percy walks through the forest at camp after the whole Labyrinth battle. Someone said Nico had disappeared into the trees a while ago. He hasn't emerged since. Percy is worried, of course he is. The kid has a habit of vanishing on him, and he just wants...

He wants Nico to be okay. To have a plan. A place to go. He doesn't have to stay if he doesn't want to, although Percy would much prefer his little cousin stay where he's easily accessible and Annabeth and Grover's eyes can watch him while Percy lives life in the city. But if he doesn't want to stay at camp, Percy wants him to know that he can always come to Percy if he needs help. Or really for anything.

As he walks through the trees, over torn grass and shattered rubble, it reminds him of nearly six months ago. The first time he looked for him. The realization of who he was. What he was.

The words Percy spoke that night. The promise he made.

He stills in the silence of the stars and bristling trees. The ground is solid, the air is chill, but something... Something is wrong. He can feel it like the pull of a tide. He pulls Riptide of his pocket, uncaps the pen, and steadies the sword in his hand. Another monster, still lurking?

The ground bursts beneath him. He jolted back as muddy hands claw their way out from the earth. Seconds later, Nico's head emerges with a quiet gasp. Percy's heart freezes in his chest.

Nico's face is smeared with dirt. It sits in clumps across his hair. There's a jagged cut, small and healing, just about his left brow. And there are tear-stained tracks across his cheeks that glisten in the moonlight.

He digs himself out a little further, then quietly grunts as he struggles to push himself out of the hole. Percy's heart beats again. Riptide slid into his pocket as he walks the two, three long strides back to Nico, and pulls him out with both hands.

He hiccups a little cry, but nothing else comes from his mouth. Percy lifts the edges of his shirt and cleans Nico's face off. He doesn't complain. But he does flinch at the start and Percy's heart crumbles rapidly.

"What happened?" he whispers when Nico's face is finally clean. His cut has fully healed by now, but Percy can't stop staring at the space where it once sat. It was too small, too delicate, for a monster's touch.

Nico sniffs. He won't look at Percy. "I'm the son of Hades." His voice is a cracking whisper. Like crumbling sand. "I belong underground."

They're words Percy knows Nico believes. He is made of darkness and death and dirt the same way Percy is made of salt water and floods and a chilling cold as you sink, sink, sink. But his tone is too flat. His voice is montone. He is reciting words spoken to him. Not words he thinks.

"Nico."

He flinches, curls his arms around himself. His jacket is a little torn. He fiddles with the ring on his finger. Then, with a shaky breath, "This isn't the first time campers have tried to bury my father's children, Percy."

He states it like a fact, something meaningless to him, but his voice hitches on "bury", and blinding rage as strong as the crash of waves against rocks courses through Percy's veins without hesitation.

"Someone tried to kill you."

Nico tugs at his ring. "I-"

"Someone," Percy repeats, "tried to kill you. Yes or no, Nico." Weakly, Nico nods. Percy bites back to the urge to punch the nearest object. "Look at me." Nico hesitates, then slowly brown eyes meet green. His eyes are wet and wide, desperate and miserable and resigned to fate. "Do you know who?"

He shakes his head. "I don't- I don't know their names."

Names. That cuts through Percy like a knife. He grits his teeth. "Would you recognize them?"

"I-" Nico swallows. Looks away. "Yes. But. Only one by face." He twitches nervously. "I would. I would know the others by their souls."

"That's a really cool power." Percy smiles, but he knows it doesn't quite reach his eyes. The rage is boiling, threatening to spill over the top of the pot. But Nico is shaking, and Percy needs him to know that there's nothing wrong with who he is. "What does my soul look like?"

Nico falters. Surprise sits in his eyes as he turns back to Percy. He watches Percy's face for a second or two. Then, "Green usually. Like a soft green. Feels like..." He closes his eyes. "A sea breeze on a warm day. The sand on your feet. Comfortable. But when you're fighting, it's like a storm. Harsh. Tastes bitter. Angry. Turns dark blue. Sort of gray." His eyes open and he whispers hoarsely, "Feels like a tsunami right now."

Percy gets it. He does feel like a tsunami. He's hit his crest and he's just waiting to fall, to inflict damage, to break, to shatter, to drown.

He doesn't fall though. Not yet.

"Can you take me to them?" he asks slowly.

Nico tugs at his fingers so hard Percy's surprised they don't dislocate. He wraps his hands around Nico's. Nico jerks and shakes. He opens his mouth but there's no sound. Percy squeezes his hands.

"I promised Bianca that I would make sure you were safe. And I told the fucking Fates that I would be the prophecy child so I could uphold that promise," he says and Nico's eyes go wider. He tries to speak but Percy cuts him off. "So tell me who tried to kill you, so I can make sure they never do that again. To you, or anyone else they deem unworthy of being here."

The ocean is not fair. That sits in Percy's gut like a curse. The ocean will swallow anyone whole. There is no worthiness. There is no separation. Everyone is the same.

Everyone can drown.

Nico stares for a while. Then slowly nods, and let's Percy pull him to his feet. They walk hand-in-hand out of the forest, Nico's steps timid and slow the closer they get to the light.

Percy gets it in a way. There were moments he would sink as far as he could go, and look up only to see darkness. And he would be comforted by it. The swimming towards the light, the sky, was always a little sad. It meant breaking out of his element. Meant leaving the ocean behind to stand on land and breathe in air.

Sometimes he wishes he could just drag the people he loves to the bottom of the ocean and never deal with anyone else again. He wonders if Nico wishes the same. He didn't die being buried alive. He is made of the underground. It doesn't kill him.

That's where those idiots went wrong.

Nico points them out with subtle fingers. They're separated from the other campers, milling about before the bonfire, before the sing-along. They're laughing and smiling. They are not ashamed of what they've done.

Percy grits his teeth and thinks bitterly, They will be.