#i’m gonna finish this tomorrow

[poisonedfate]

arthur is the king, and, really, there should be no surprise that others have his best interest at heart. it should be no surprise they tell him to be careful, be safe, stay on the good side of things. it’s not like this is the first time it’s happened. though, usually, the sentiments aren’t so fractured, full with abrupt sentences and changed minds, always buzzing past the him’s. it was as if everyone had the same person in mind, but no one was willing to spell it out.

he wanted to ignore it, he did. arthur had other things to worry about, but there was something, somewhere in his head that couldn’t quite let it go. and so he asked. he inquired from servants, though they only shook their heads and whispered quiet apologies. a knight it was then. he had planned to seek out leon, but before he could make that happen, the day changed course and suddenly lancelot practically offered himself up.

the knight began his regards just like the others had, with well wishes. for a second arthur thought maybe, just maybe, lancelot would escape his brewing fate, wouldn’t mention the him that everyone else had. where the others had looked away at least thrice, lancelot kept his eyes steady, no tangible nervousness or stutter of a blink. but alas, there it came.

“just don’t allow for him to stay this way,” lancelot said, continuing on as if arthur would understand.

and well, maybe he would have, but arthur had stopped listening. he retreated into his head, attempting to explain away the confusion on his own.

“lancelot,” he said, not sure if the other had finished speaking or not, “who is everyone referring to?”

he could see lancelot hold back what seemed like a sigh.

“just talk to him,” he replied unhelpfully.

arthur wasn’t about to let him off like that, but as lancelot’s gaze flickered away for a mere second, returning back to arthur quickly, as quickly as his expression had changed to reflect a pointed look in his eyes. arthur looked back, and there he was.

of course this was about merlin. wasn’t it always?

*

“do you have something to say?” he asked merlin later that day, the two of them alone in his chambers.

“me? no, not all,” merlin replied quickly, without even looking at him, as he continued with his task.

arthur wished he could remain ignorant for longer, coaxing merlin to answer his questions honestly without having to lay it all out for him. but arthur was set to leave early next morning, and there was simply no time for it.

“then why is everyone suddenly so worried about me on your accord?” he let the annoyance bleed into his voice, but only slightly.

“you’re blaming me for people’s worries? oh, don’t be so modest,” the other replied with a defiant smile.

“merlin, i need you to not…do you not trust me?” he was staring at merlin now, trying to read whatever the other was trying to hide.

“of course i trust you, i have done so until now, why would that suddenly change?” something short of offended played in the way he spoke, though arthur was quite sure it was an act.

they continued the back and forth for a little while, the familiarity of it distracting arthur. he knew he could be quite unaware sometimes, but even better than he knew that - he knew merlin. he recognised how the smiles didn’t feel the same, how his eyes had almost fallen to a darker shade of blue lately.

he got up from the table, walking closer to merlin, not wanting him to slip away somehow.

“it’s going to be alright, merlin,” he said, eyes locked pointedly on merlin’s own.

the other glared back, not saying a word, a shine appearing as he blinked.

[fewderpewders]

READY, STEADY, ROLL!!

[daily-castiel]

Day 48, take this Wip

[sapphosclown]

you’re the greatest thing we’ve lost

You’re Gonna Go Far by Noah Kahan

[crybaby-bkg]

wanna teach virgin Bakugou how to kiss and watch the confused scrunch of his eyebrow when he suddenly cums in his pants after sucking on his tongue and licking up the leftover spit sliding down his chin 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[circusfable]

I am a day late but this is for day 1 of Trigun body horror week: Eyes

[sunnibits]

poor little magpie, caught in a web

[lilypixels]

I (after @void-imp asked) have discovered an appalling lack of high waisted shorts so I have decided to take matters into my own hands and deliver what the people have been missing😤

Here’s quick wip pic from me testing process out

[nina-ya]

GOOD MORNING EVERYONE!!! Happiest of Tuesdays!!! I hope your day turns out well I’m sending much love to you have a chopper to make your morning a bit better

[inga-don-studio]

Carbonation angel

AKA the first thing you see after nearly drowning while being attacked by an entire room of evil killer grampa clones

[theloveinc]

two took edibles now all I can think about is you being takiishi’s little drug obsessed housewife that wanders around his home and annoys the crap out of Endo for taking up so much of Chika’s weird affection even tho you’re too spacey to acknowledge it fully

[spinjitsuburst]

I’ve been reading a very very very dark Skybound Fic all night and I feel slightly ill but I’m so so obsessed with literally every “how Jay’s lightning works” headcanon

[khazadspoon]

[killerandhealerqueen]

Am I ever gonna finish this loscar fic? I god damn fucking hope so

[wispscribbles]

*whispers* hey gang. i finished writing ‘no rest for the wicked’. will post it one of the next days after reading it through <3

[crybaby-bkg]

Dabi is surprisingly a lightweight. You honestly would’ve never figured by looking at him, but as you think back on it, you’ve never really seen him drink a lot. Not when there were celebratory parties, or when things didn’t go right for him. It’s why you’re so shocked when you convince two shots into his system, why he suddenly looks so loose, why his grin splits so wide.

He’s a clinger, you’ve also learned as you’ve started observing the blue eyed man where he shoves his face into the crook of your neck. His body bends over almost uncomfortably to fit into the position, and you can’t help but flinch a little when his damp breath blows a quiet little raspberry on your flesh.

omg wait my favorite thought is of you not even necessarily being a heavyweight, you can just handle your liquor a little better than anyone expects. you love to knock back drink after drink, convince Dabi into some stupid competition that he falls for because he’s such a little nerd and secretly wants to impress you. he does it thinking you’ll be the drunk one first, the one hanging off of his arm and hopefully his dick by the end of the night.

it belatedly shocks him when it’s the exact opposite. when he’s slurring a little and smiling at you, when you watch him through low eyes with a wide grin, when he wraps himself around you like a python, when you shake his face gently as you squish his cheeks together in hand. he’s just so utterly obsessed with you in these moments, and maybe it’s the liquor in him, but he knows his lowered inhibitions are only bringing forth the feelings he’s always suppressed.

drunk sex with Dabi where he’s the one too loose limbed and limp and weak. he flops onto bed like some rag doll with his arms and legs spread wide, but he musters up enough strength to release the heavy weight of his cock from its confinements. doesn’t do much besides lift his head from the pillows with a point to his crotch and a lazy grin, an announcement of, go ahead and hop on already before he’s flopping back down again, ready to lay back and get fucked like how he knows he deserves.