#idk have arthur being sad

[idkaguyorsomething]

me searching through bbc merlin fanart and fics for the heart of the show.

(IMAGE ID: Doomguy in a red area fighting off hordes of monsters, captioned “WHERE IS GUINEVERE”)

[idknotgonnapost]

does anyone wanna talk about the cliff scene parallels and how arthur’s ended in dutch saying they’re awesomesauce and john’s ended in his suicide like 😭

[ursaspecter]

Idk what it is about playing red dead that fills me with such YEARNING. Like I wanna go camping. I want a horse. I want to wander the wilderness even though my suburbanite ass wouldn't last a day out there on my own. And don't even get me started on the transmasc yearning. Like do I want to be with Arthur or do I just want to be him?

[onceandfuturelesbian]

merthur fanfic where arthur realizes merlin’s very obviously hiding something and after thinking and stalking, comes to the conclusion that merlin’s in love with him. he doesn’t know how he feels about it but he doesn’t treat merlin differently or says anything. after arthur becomes king, merlin nervously comes to tell him something. he’s very clearly nervous and fidgety so arthur’s like oh shit he’s gonna confess his feelings. instead, merlin confesses his magic. arthur’s absolutely shook cause what?!?? but he ends up being chill, removes the ban and makes merlin court sorcerer. a couple months later, merlin notices that arthur’s seemed really sad since the ban was lifted. merlin thinks maybe arthur wasn’t so good with magic after all. he goes to talk to him about it and arthur’s all like “no no it’s just- when you came to confess ur magic, i thought u were gonna tell me smthn else” cause obviously arthur’s the type of idiot that thinks someone can only have one secret and merlin’s been acting so much happier and lighter since the repeal so clearly he doesn’t care about arthur that way. “what did you think i was gonna tell you?” “it’s- uh- it’s stupid. i thought you- well i thought you were gonna tell me…” “what arthur” “ithoughtyouweregonnatellmeyouloveme” he basically mumbles but merlin hears. “…what?” he’s gobsmacked and arthur looks so insecure and won’t meet merlin’s eyes. before arthur can even blink, he’s being squeezed half to death by his own court sorcerer. “you clotpole, of course i love you.” arthur’s brain is short-circuiting and he’s all like “what?” and he can’t process what merlin said. merlin pulls back from the hug, grabs arthur’s face with both hands and forces him to make eye contact.

“arthur pendragon, i am in love with you.”

arthur’s eyes go even wider to the point where merlin thinks they may fall out, his mouth opens and closes as he processes.

when he says it, it comes out as barely a whisper.

“i love you too”

then boom merlin kisses him and it’s soft and sweet and arthur finally catches up to what’s happening and pulls merlin closer by the waist and they kiss for a long time then go cuddle on arthur’s bed and maybe talk idk

we love emotionally constipated arthur

[bluecanvasshoe]

platonic!Arthur Morgan & teen!fem!reader

reader being female is only mentioned, like, once at the very start, rest of the story has virtually nothing to do w it

based around the end of the game!!

Arthur notices you’re upset after some sulking around, so he takes you fishing.

warnings: slight rdr2 spoilers, a little smidgen of misogyny, maybe ooc? idk, no beta reader we die like MEN 🔥, little bit of angst, comfort, NO ROMANCE‼️‼️‼️, …….lazy ending, I HAVE WRITERS BLOCK OKAY

word count: 1.5k

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For the past couple months, it’s felt as if nothing you have done has ever gone right.

When carrying hay-bales to the horses, your arms grew tired. Micah laughed as you dropped the feed and breathed heavily. A few months back, Hosea reminded you that, as a child, you weren’t expected to do any of the more challenging work. However, the urge to prove yourself triumphed over his lectures.

Then Ms. Grimshaw approached you in camp, reprimanding you for your insistence on doing the more “manly” tasks. As a girl of the camp who was yet to be an adult, you, unfortunately, were not saved from her pressing you about your future in the gang.

Afterwards, while practising your handiwork with a needle, you pierced your index finger. It drew blood, so Strauss gave you a bandage and a disapproving look.

The gang slowly dwindled in numbers, leaving your already fragile state of mind in a bit of a crisis. Small things piled on small things that piled on big things, and you soon found yourself dreading chores, which turned into dreading every day that followed. The feeling of thinking you were actively disappointing every living being ever drowned out any sense of reasoning.

On a clear morning, you woke up groggy. All seemed well until you were punched in the face with the realisation that you had to actually get up.

Instead of wasting the early morning away, wallowing in the sadness of your flimsy canvas tent, you sat at the dying campfire. Your heart felt heavy in your chest, and your mouth subconsciously pulled down into a frown.

Arthur, ever the early bird, awoke not long after you and sat down on the next log over. His worn and muddied boots crunched on the gravelly terrain, interrupting the chirping of birds. The sun hadn’t yet risen, shrouding everything in a dusky glow.

“You uh… sleep well, kid?” said Arthur, holding onto a steaming cup of coffee.

“Yeah,” you replied simply, staring at the fire. Strauss told you not to drink coffee; he said it was “bad for a child’s development.”.

Arthur sighed, turning his head over as he propped his upper body up, an arm supporting himself by pressing on his knee. “You’ve been acting’ strange,” he commented, “we’ve all noticed. Is somethin’ botherin’ you?”

Your voice caught up in your throat, the words that formed in your head fighting to escape and pathetically losing. “No…just tired.”

The man next to you coughed lightly, clearing his throat. “You…uh, you wanna go fishin’? I oughta' bring some food back to Pearson.”

Fishing? Now there’s something you haven't done in a while. Maybe you could get out of the camp.

“Okay,” you fidgeted with the fabric of your sleep bottoms, your eyes darting from Arthur and back to the fire. It seemed Arthur hadn’t expected you to agree, as he hesitated to find a response.

“Alright, then. Be ready in...about half an hour.”

As promised, you were dressed a quarter after six; at least that’s what your pocket watch you pickpocketed forever ago said. Hopping up onto the pony you used on rare outings, you waited for Arthur to saddle up too.

“You got all your stuff?” He asked, storing away his fishing rod and hoisting himself up, grabbing hold of his horse’s reins.

You look at your saddle bag one last time before turning to Arthur, nodding. “Yeah. ‘Been a while since I've gone fishin’, though.”

“Don’t worry about that; I'll give you a refresher.” Arthur shifted his weight before clicking twice, lightly jabbing his spurs into the side of his mount.

Following his movements, — except spur-less, as you don’t do nearly as much riding as the other men in the gang — you began to move, your horse huffing gently.

You caught up to him thanks to his slow trot, swatting away a couple mosquitoes in the process. “Where’re we goin’?” you asked, your voice raised.

“Well, you ain’t too familiar with his area,” he quickly wiped his nose with his free hand, sniffling. “But it ain’t far. There’s a nice little spot on a lake nearby. You oughta' get a couple bites.”

“Uh-huh,” you sighed, looking down at your hands. Arthur was holding onto his horse’s reins with one hand. You had trouble steering your horse with two.

Arthur slowed once he approached a patch of gravelly sand, getting off his horse with you following. He took out his fishing equipment and walked over to the shore.

“Here,” Arthur reached into his brown satchel, pulling out a block of cheese wrapped in brown parchment paper. “Use some a’ this.” Reaching over, you broke off a small chunk and murmured a hushed ‘thank you’ in return.

“‘M guessin’ you remember what bait is and how to use it, right?” he remarked, preparing his rod. “I think I got it,” you muttered, fumbling with the fishing pole but eventually hooking the cheese onto the sharp point.

“Careful there. Don’t wanna poke your finger.” Arthur joked snarkily, waiting for you to get into a similar position to his, his fishing rod held in front of his body. The bandaged finger he was referring to was sliding the small bit of bait onto the hook clumsily. “Shut up,” you grunted, getting a good grip on the pole and holding it out in front of yourself. The water moved lazily, quietly washing up and down on the sand. The calm surface showed the fish that swam underneath. Minnows dashed around quickly, the small groups of fish moving together.

Crickets still chirped in the distance as birds were beginning to sing, too. The air smelled fresh and felt dewy, a light breeze turning trees into calming windchimes.

“You wanna hold it like this,” he said, tapping his index finger against the line. You attempted the same hold that he had, but with the limited information given, you didn’t immediately get the hang of it.

“No, like- like this, with your index on the line. Should be pressin’ against the rod.” Arthur peered over your shoulder as you adjusted your fingers, pressing the thin string against the wood of the rod. Arthur nodded. “Yeah, that’s good. Now pull back the bail.”

Now, you hadn’t a clue what the bail was, but that hardly mattered. Matching Arthur’s movements, you pulled a semi-circle piece of metal back and over the line spool.

“Alright, now be careful here; don’t wanna take out an eye. Draw back your rod over your shoulder, but not too far. The farther you draw, the longer the cast,” he advised, drawing the pole over his shoulder. You mimicked him.

“Now, you throw it over your shoulder and straight forward,” he instructed, watching your movements. The bait landed about 3 metres away from the shoreline, splashing pathetically before bobbing up and down.

“Just like that. Now, you pull back the bail and wait.”

Silence filled the space between you two—a suffocating, invisible force.

Deer galloped across the lake and within the thick brush. One stopped, a buck, and stared at the two fishermen across from it. His ears twitched before he joined the others.

Loons sang, their eerily beautiful calls travelling across the calm waters. Frogs croaked in the distance, and clouds languidly drifted overhead.

“Look, I… I haven’t a clue what you’re feelin’. But just know that you ain’t alone. We’ve all been stressed. I can’t imagine what you must be feelin’.” said Arthur, turning briefly to face you.

The sun peeked over the distant treeline, slowly casting a calming light over everything in the vicinity.

“I feel like I can’t never do anythin’ right.” You croaked, voice catching in your throat and a painful ache creeping up to your jaw.

“Aw, kid… whad’ya mean?" Arthur had never been great at comfort. He could do it, of course, though he certainly had his favourites when it came to his affections.

You stared off into the lake, your reflection looking right back. “Everythin’ I do feels like a failure. There ain’t a single thing I’ve been able to do right recently.”

Arthur sighed, reeling his line back in and casting it again.

“That ain’t true. You’re a kid. You’re learning. You ain’t… supposed to be great at everythin’, and nothin’ you do is supposed to be right; it’s just supposed to teach you somethin’. This’ll go away; trust me.” He chose his words carefully, coughing to the side before continuing. “Now I know this probably ain’t what you wanted to hear. Feelin’ sad feels... nice sometimes. But it’s true. Basically everyone in this gang is an adult, ‘cept for Jack, so don’t go comparin’ yourself to anyone, ya hear? We’re all goin’ through hard times; none of this is your fault, and you ain’t a failure for anythin’.”

The sun steadily rose, framed perfectly by the view in front of you. Your horses huffed occasionally as geese flew above, honking distantly.

He was right; you didn’t want to hear this. You don’t know what you want to hear. Maybe something about how awful you are, or maybe something about how great and amazing you are. You felt conflicted, confused, and even a smidge defensive.

“But I-” “but nothin’, kid. Do with that what you will, but just... think about it. Maybe see things from a different perspective.” He rasped, clearing his throat. “Or don’t; it’s your choice. But just give it some thought.”

Silence settled between you two again, leaving your conflicting feelings to dissipate.

You shifted your weight from one foot to the other, watching as your bait bobbed on the water’s surface. The chill of the north was soothed by the warmth of the sun, and everything, in that moment, felt okay.

[helpwhatsthis]

In honor of the current Joseph Quinn content, I'm giving everyone a categorized list of what type of character he plays and where to watch the media for anyone that is new and/or might be looking! Feel free to comment any mistakes please!!! This is supposed to be helpful and I would like to fix it if there is something wrong.

Free, Subscription, Premium, Price, Not Available, Can't Find

Baby Angel:

Stranger Things/Eddie Munson (Netflix) Subscription!

Make Up/Tom Grant (Tubi) Free!

C.B. Strike/ Billy Knight (Max) Subscription!

Les Misérables/Enjolras (Prime Video) $16.79

A Quiet Place: Day One/Eric (Not Yet Available)

Hot Bad Guy:

Hoard/Michael (Not Yet Available in the US so idk) [this will be released in September for US watchers!! there are way to find it currently but I only support pirating for big Hollywood, sorry]

Cathrine The Great/Prince Paul (Max) Subscription!

Gladiator 2/Emperor Geta (Not Yet Available)

Not baby but not downright evil:

The Hoist/Hash (Youtube) Free! [I only put him in this category bc he's not a full character, just seems like a weird little freak]

Howards End/Leonard Bast (Starz) Subscription! (Hulu) Premium! [Kind of has good intention (to an extent) but also kinda a dickhead]

Timewaster/Ralph (Not Available) [Also a weird little freak, endearingly ofc]

Mosquitos/Luke (National Theater At Home) Subscription! [Commits crimes but as far as ik, it's bc of mommy issues]

Dickensian/Arthur Havisham (Tubi) Free! [Mean and sad bc he's gay in a bad time period, you can pull Aurthur from my cold dead hands idc]

Kin/Jamie (Youtube) Free! {Seems kinda mean but is also being fucked by modern foster systems I think]

Don't be fooled, he may be credited but he doesn't have any screen time:

Small Axe/PC Dixon

Overlord/Grunauer [Still a great movie!]

Game Of Thrones/Koner

Instinct/Dan [Only because I can't find it]

Postcode/Tim [Also can't find]

TBD:

Fantastic Four/Johnny Storm [Ik he's a good guy but I also know that in movie cannon he is normally kinda an ass so I guess we'll see]

Warfare/No name yet! [They gave him a buzz cut so it's not looking good gang]

Relapse/Matt Cullen [Probably crazy but idk if he'll be evil crazy]

[theroundbartable]

I'm gonna be annoying for a second here, consider this:

It's been a few years since Lancelot's sacrifice, today is the memorial of his death and Merlin is feeling quite saddened, so, when the knights and Arthur invite him to the tavern (thinking, by Gaius’ accusations that he drinks regularly), he accepts, to wash out the sad thoughts.

Turns out Merlin is a hilarious drunk, and keeps doing lots of stupid things, like claiming the glass that fell over two tables away was his fault (it was), or that he caused that bird to shit on Arthur's hair (he did), even said he started the soft pouring outside that got them all wet on their way back to the castle (he didn't). The knights believed none of this, of course.

Before going to bed, he told Gwaine that he'd been missing Lancelot lately, and he might have brought him back. Gwaine only laughs at it at decides to take Merlin to the tavern more often, 'cause he's just hilarious.

Gwaine wakes up next morning, very early, but he's got a weird feeling that's not letting him sleep, so he goes for a while. Turns out Merlin did bring back Lancelot after all, and he has a lot of explaining to do.

After that Gwaine learns about Merlin's magic and now all three of them have a little problem, because of course they won't just kill Lancelot again, nor let him go, no matter how much he insists; they can't just walk around with a supposedly years long dead person either.

As they solve that problem, Merlin has Crush™ problems, because Arthur is for some reason acting all cold and distant with him, ever since he's started hanging out more with Gwaine and a disguised Lancelot. He's also been pretty mad with Gwaine and totally-not-Lancelot, and he refuses to tell Merlin what's wrong.

He's just jealous of how close Gwaine and that new guy are growing to Merlin, he doesn't like it one bit.

Idk I just like to share my silly thoughts with ppl I like, and I love your work and I just found out you had a Tumblr so ya. Consider this a lil' thank you gift for all the amazing works you've published, if you want, of course.

You're not annoying, this is wonderful :D Thank you so much for sharing!!!!

I love when Merlin doesn't have his magic under control when he's drunk! And also not knowing what he's actually controlling and what he isn't. :D and Lancelot accidentally being revived O.o And jealous Arthur, naturally ;)

I wish you a wonderful day! I really like your gift ❤️

[agendabymooner]

here comes the sun ! daniel r. x ofc (måneskin member!ofc)

“little darling, the smile’s returning to their faces.”

summary: daniel and their fans (altogether) made sure that lorelei ‘lester’ ricciardo’s weeks of return in both the paddock and stage are bearable as their son, beau, made his presence known to the public a year after being born.

OR lester continues to prove that she'll always be with the tifosi first and be a red bull driver's wife after.

content warning: dad!daniel x mom!ofc content, red bull and ferrari admins being themselves (again), baby ric/little parmesan’s paddock debut, fluff fluff fluff, grid uncles and måneskin uncles, arthur leclerc being a piece of shit on twitter but i love him or sumn like that

note: i’m back from a lecture mwehehehe. check out the prequel for the rush series, own my mind!! enjoy xx

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danielricciardo posted a story !!

tagged loricciardo, maneskinofficial, _thomasraggi, ethaneskin, ykaaar

liked by ethaneskin, charles_leclerc, scuderiaferrari

user1 MOOOOOMMY 😍🥵

user2 do y'all ever wonder if charles had a crush on her?

user3 where did that even come from?

user2 idk he's been listening to them for as long as he knew them lmfaooooo it's just a question

user4 drivers in the attendance were charles, lando, max and pierre (with danny ofc) btw

user5 oh bless 🙏

charles_leclerc watching the concert was one thing but to experience it firsthand with the little parmesan was incredibly priceless liked by danielricciardo

landonorris in the end, little par is THE VIBE. no exceptions liked by danielricciardo

oscarpiastri saw little par kick a football in monza 👌 he can still make it to the socceroos team liked by danielricciardo

danielricciardo he's bout to be australia's pride

colabebe you're half italian, danny. if you're half and lester's full, bambino beau is 3/4 😽

oscarpiastri i refuse to accept these ideals, cola. i'm sorry. once an aussie, always an aussie

scuderiaferrari she's so back, welcome her 😭😍

redbullracing she is the moment your honour 🤭

ykaaar nice to see you again dan! not that i don't see your insufferable ass every other week 🤔 liked by danielricciardo

danielricciardo you're making me really sad with these claims, damiano 🥲

ykaaar do u want me to kiss it better 🤕

loricciardo omg my biggest fans 🥺 liked by danielricciardo

loricciardo i love you and the little bear soooo much 🥰 liked by danielricciardo

danielricciardo my favourite musician 🤩

tagged loricciardo

liked by charles_leclerc, lewishamilton, maxverstappen1

landonorris slee🅱️y boys liked by danielricciardo

colabebe LOOK AT MY LITTLE NEPHEW !!!! beau beaaaaar!!! 🐻 liked by danielricciardo

nora_alessandro such handsome boys!!! 😍 liked by danielricciardo

georgerussell63 excuse me, ma'am? 🤨

danielricciardo go back to your tea, my dear brother-in-law georgerussell63

georgerussell63 🙄

user1 DADDY RIC!!!!

maxverstappen1 daddy ric ^^ liked by danielricciardo

user2 this is the kind of shit that we do NOT say aloud alright max 😭

user3 us maxiel enjoyers cannot take it 🥲 stop keeping our hopes up

oscarpiastri me and colabebe would babysit him if you'd allow it 🙌

landonorris i think you and i would have to talk about the babysitting privileges first, oscar.

user4 THE PERIOD IN THE END IM-

user5 bro really said "watch yo mouth" 😭

lewishamilton it wouldn't be a surprise if beau's just as energetic as you are 🤣 liked by danielricciardo

ethaneskin the next time i see him, i will spoil the f out of him 🤧 liked by danielricciardo

_thomasraggi uncle tommy's otw to get him everything he wants 😍 liked by danielricciardo

ykaaar he is so uncle dami-coded 😊 liked by danielricciardo

danielricciardo he doesn't look like you but ok 🙄

ykaaar just wait.

loricciardo my loveeeeees 😩😍 liked by danielricciardo

danielricciardo is it bad that i'm trying to outdo the little bear when it comes to your love? 🤔

loricciardo you will not need to try that hard, mio tasso. beau will always have the first place in my heart. you're a close second though 😽

danielricciardo aw it's all good, i guess. he is number one in mine too 🥰

loricciardo i'm glad we can come to an agreement then, my love 🤝

danielricciardo 🤝

[babyaiker]

Been trying to work on school stuff and original art/stories but I literally have no ideas this month has been hell. I miss my cowpokes and just enjoying media that wasn’t self-made

Fuck it, my silly modern (redneck) rdr2 au, since this idea still rattles in my brain a lot:

Basic idea is that the gang all resides in the same, small, horse focused Texas highway town. I traveled through a bunch of these towns last month, so that’s what gave the inspiration. Clarendon, Texas was a big visual inspiration

The Van Der Linde’s have a horse ranch with a lot of open property a handful of other gang members live on. But otherwise there are members all over town, with their own houses and whatever. There’s a community college, general stores, just enough amenities to keep you inside the town, but a good doctor or chain restaurant is still a 30 minute drive away.

While the story of the AU is undoubtedly softer, with a lot less death and a lot more casually queer undertones, the gang is still,,, like a gang, illegal money is 100% being made. Drugs, sabotage, hell even extortion, a lot of government hatred all around. Small town getting away with big crimes idk

You can probably tell this idea is still very juvenile, but it makes me smile. Anyway some very clustered random ideas:

The VDL ranch has a main house, where Dutch and Molly live. Micah crashes on their couch. Hosea and Bessie have their own place in town, but are on the ranch so often they basically live there too.

John and Abigail have their property on the same land as the ranch, aiding in much of the horse-care work. Arthur used to as well, but he’s now got a nicer place in town (doesn’t mean he isn’t at the ranch every day)

Lot of the canonically younger characters (19-23 smthin) live in the housing near the community college. Lenny is the exception as he probably rents a room from Hosea and Bessie’s place. Those two are everyone’s parents, and there gonna make sure that even the youngest are well taken care of

Swanson likely works at the church in town, I straight up imagine Susan being apart of the towns leadership if not the straight up mayor, Pearson owns a shop or restaurant. Everyone else either works with the horses, makes money somewhere else, or is getting an education. Everyone is aware and complicit  in the crime

And of course Kieran already has a lot of unique, still very sad, lore, I already changed his last name dude. He’s my favorite of course he gets some major spotlight >:)

But ya anyway if anyone wants to make headcanons or as questions go ahead, I’d genuinely love to get some more people on board so we can make silly dumb headcanons

Red neck redemption babyyyy

[staralite]

I’ve always thought about why Francis taught Matthew to called him “papa” while Arthur told Alfred that they were brothers.

I suppose once personifications get colonies they have the power to create whatever relationship they want with that colony. And remember, they’re still “human” in a way. So most of them decide that they want their new colonies to have a sort of familial relationship with them.

Arthur went down the “older brother” path with his colonies because of his own older brothers. He grew up the youngest and wanted to be the older one for once. He was probably picked on when he was little and was under the impression that he would be a “so much better and nicer” older brother.

Also throughout history he was pretty terrible and cruel to his older brothers. So he kinda screwed up his relationship with them. I can see Arthur looking at Alfred, thinking that this would be his “second chance.” Ya he ended up screwing that up as well. Nice job Arthur.

Idk as nations familial relationships are just complicated. Imagine being someone’s older brother while also being their literal colonizer. But as beings who outlive any humans they meet, they’re really only able to make that sort of connection with each other. Because getting that close to any human will inevitably just lead to heartbreak.

I can go on a whole nother rant about how the nations are probably always battling with what it means to be a personification—with what they feel is their duty to their own people and country—and battling with just being human. Like humans they want to experience love and friendship and want families.

Arthur viewed Alfred as his little brother, but he also viewed Alfred as his colony. America was this child he loved cared for and America was this piece of land that he colonized and controlled.

Anyway I’ve made myself sad now.

[renslo161605]

LITTLE BABY ISAAC MORGAN :O

I have a comic abt Isaac Morgan on my blog btw 👉👈

Fun headcanons below

Idk why but i imagine Isaac being born really early, premature and not breathing at first. Arthur rubbing at him and making big breathe whilst Eliza recovers. Because of this he's just an ITTY BITTY BABAY and thats the first thing everyone comments on and how small he is - ESPECIALLY compared to Arthur. Also added Bessie (not sure if i drew hee right but whatev) young John, and younger Miss Grimshaw. And Miss Grimshaw wanting a baby with Dutch hope that makes you sad <33

Also shite at drawing Hosea for some reason??

But yeah Arthur just wanted to show Hosea his baby for a few seconds and suddenly his whole family is just sitting there talking about how tiny his son is.

Arthur Morgan and he maternal instinct man 😔

Some random Ren (me) lore-

One time i was in a hotel and saw a father and a wee baby girl, the baby couldn't of been more than say a few days old IF EVEN a day. And she was tiny, the father was holding her in one hand but he was being so gentle. She didn't seem unhealthy or anything, just really small. I think about that baby and her father alot and how the father was so tall but he was so gentle cradling the baby with one arm outstretched. The baby will probably be 6 or 7 now. Crazy

[gracelaurie]

Falling into your ocean eyes 🌊 | Orm Marius x Fem!Reader

Part 7

Warning ⚠️ : really jealousy Orm, kinda angst.

A/N : idk if it's just me, but Patrick Wilson is getting more hot in his 50s 😋, he’s so fresh and yummy.

for the next part click here ➡️ masterlist

Y/N woke up in the morning with Orm hugging her body. They used a thick blanket, and surprisingly she heard Orm snoring in his sleep. It makes her smiling.

She really wanted to continue sleeping because it was very comfortable in her position now, still being hugged tightly by Orm. But when she wanted to close her eyes again, she heard a knock on the door.

Y/N heard the knocking on the door that didn't stop. “Hello? Y/N? Are you there?” said a man from in front of the door.

“Oh fuck.” She said with a quiet voice, “Yeah wait a minute!” She shouted, making Orm wake up from his sleep.

Y/N quickly kissed Orm’s lips and then smiling, “Don’t bother it. Just continue your sleep, Orm.”

“There's someone there...” Orm whispered, getting up from his bed. He’s shirtless and….sexy.

“Yes, let me see him.” said Y/N while wearing her night gown again and kissing Orm’s cheeks.

Y/N walked towards the door while rubbing her eyes. She opened the door and saw a guy who’s much younger than her, that guy was smiling at her with his brown eyes and messy hair.

“Hi, I know you don’t want to see me anymore, and I totally understand why, I’m sorry about what happened last time Y/N, I should’ve told you that I have this superpower thing, I just have to wait until the right time—“

The guy’s words stopped when he saw Orm walking towards the door wearing a white shirt that looked tight on his body. Orm looked at that guy with full of jealousy.

“Well I guess you are her new boyfriend...” said Barry Allen with a surprised expression but he still smilling, he held his pizza box nervously.

“Her future husband.” Orm said with a sharp gaze.

Y/N turned to Orm and glared, “Orm? Didn't we talk about this last night? You said you weren't ready for that and-"

“And I changed my mind." Orm grabbed Y/N's shoulder, “Is that food for us?" Orm raised an eyebrow.

“Yes, of course,” Barry said with a smile that had sadness in it, and gave them the pizza box.

“You know I'm actually here to tell you that I found the house that you’re talking about and the location is on the Northeast coast, I can take you there.” Barry said in a fast tone because he was nervous.

“No need to bother, we've got the house we meant.” Orm said with his eyes still sharp at Barry as if he wanted to finish him off right then and there.

“Orm!” Y/N snapped, “we need to see it. Besides, we just arrived at this hotel yesterday and haven't looked for a house yet.”

Y/N turned to Barry and said, “you can take us there, but i’m afraid it’s really far away.”

“I just saw it and it looks very good and suitable!” Barry said in a reassuring tone, “maybe it’s only 1 hour away”

“No need for that, we can go there ourselves without a tour guide,” said Orm in a sarcastic tone.

“Orm!" Y/N sighed, “this is for us…”

“You can teleport us to that place, we don’t need to bring this guy...” said Orm then turned to Barry, “thank you for the information, you can go now.”

“Orm! How can I take us there if I don’t even know what the place looks like?” Y/N made an annoyed face

“That’s not a reason, you bewitched my mind, entered my mind as if you really lived in Atlantis.” Orm answered.

“Wow, are you from Atlantis?" said Barry, who previously looked listless but now looked amazed. “You know Aquaman?”

“Who the fuck Aquaman?” Orm asked confusedly.

“That’s what surface people call Arthur.” Y/N answered.

“Oh, yeah, he’s my half-brother.” Orm replied in a lazy tone.

“Wow! That’s really impressive. I used to work with Aquaman when we wanted to defeat Darkseid. Before that we had talked a few times, maybe we talked a lot, but he never said anything about you. Oh or maybe he thinks that I'm not that close to him so he doesn't say much about his personal life.” said Barry very enthusiastically but it was clear that Orm really didn’t like him.

“I was the King of Atlantis at the time.” said Orm briefly, “now, my future wife and I need some private time…” Orm quickly closed the door.

when the door is completely closed. Orm walked to the bed and opened his clothes again, showing his very sexy six pack body with a pitiful face.

“So…. Is he your lover since I was in prison?” Orm asked in a very low voice.

“He was. I broke up with him 2 days before I met you. When I found out that your mother wanted us to get married.” Y/N said.

Orm tucked Y/N’s hair behind her ear, “how could you like a weird surface dwellers like him?" Orm said in a dismissive tone

"Well, he was nice to me, and he seemed cheerful. You could see from his cheerful personality, and that made me have a feelings for him.” She said, then Orm making a jealous face.

He said in a cold tone, “if you really love him why haven't you slept with him yet?"

Y/N laughed softly, "Because I wasn’t love him. I mean, I know I’m bad, but when I was dating him, deep inside my heart, I wanted to wait for you.”

“Is that true?” Orm said with those puppy eyes.

“It is,” Y/N smiled, she held Orm’s face and touch it gently, then said, “You have to believe me this time. We need Barry for this. After all, this is for our house, Orm. It's close to the beach... you can imagine, you have a house in Atlantis, and also on the surface…”

Orm looked at Y/N for a moment then said, “Okay, but don't get too close to him. We're going to get married.”

Y/N pressed the button on the hotel telephone then said, “Do you really want to get married or is it because you’re jealous?”

“I really want to marry you. I realized when I saw that silly guy’s face really want you, and that’s not because I’m jealous. I should have realized that other men out there would really want to have you completely if they saw you. I mean, you’re just so perfect.” Orm said with a smile in his face, and then he got up from his bed.

“Wait a minute.” Y/N said briefly to Orm, and then she said on the phone, “Barry, I'm sorry about Orm's behavior earlier... Orm and I have thought about your help and we are happy to go there, and we want you to take us there if you still can.”

Barry on the phone said, “Oh yes of course, with pleasure. After lunch, maybe I can—“

Orm knelt on one knee in front of Y/N who was sitting on the bed with the phone receiver, “Orm? what are you doing?” Y/N whispered

“Y/N will you marry me?” Orm’s words apparently reached Barry who was on the telephone line.

“Is he proposing to you? Sorry, I don’t want to interrupt." Barry said in a low tone, immediately hanging up the phone.

“Orm? What is this? You can propose to me later after I hang up the phone!”

“Is this wrong? Arthur said that the surface dweller’s way of proposing to their lover was this way?” Orm asked, confused and disappointed.

“That's not what I meant. You did it perfectly. It’s just that you sounded very rushed and you did it when I was calling Barry!” She said in a slightly annoyed tone, "marriage is not a joke.”

“I certainly know that marriage is not a joke. I am an Atlantean, I am a member of the kingdom, I know how important it is in moments like this, and I’m sure with you, I am not just be playing around. I just—“

“Jealous? Yeah I know that,” she said, “you know, marrying you is something I’ve been waiting for, Orm. I know that when the time comes I will marry you, but if you marry me in this way, I can’t accept it yet." She said and then quickly get out of bed and left Orm who was still kneeling on one leg while holding his mother's sparkling engagement ring.

[secret-sageent]

I don't think we as a fandom are appreciating how wonderful John is, nor acknowledging how toxic Arthur is. Like, Arthur rarely ever asks how John feels about a situation, and even if he does they almost always do what Arthur wanted in the first place. I know that John says that it is always Arthur John's choice but??? John has never had any sort of friendship before?

I just wonder if John realises how much he is being taken advantage of. And I wonder if Arthur even realises how badly he is treating John because I feel like, based on how he acted with Bella, Faroe, and John, he wasn't taught how to properly treat people he cares about. I get that Arthur gets better after all the stuff in Bedrock but still, I am getting really sad about John right now because he is being treated as pretty much a tool to Arthur.

Idk, these are just my thoughts about them. I'm not sure if I am forgetting stuff in canon that strongly contradicts this (I know there are small things but not enough to really change my opinion on this) but I have big feelings rn about it

[bettsfic]

I'm so interested about why Vincent and Marilyn are so similar and about what in their biographies haunt you.

first and most prominently: marilyn died when she was 36 and vincent died when he was 37. both of their deaths were considered suicides largely because in the immediate aftermath, men with specific vendettas were the first to write about them. for marilyn, that was norman mailer who had beef with marilyn's husband arthur miller. for vincent that was irving stone, who wanted, idk, profit i guess.

both deaths are likely to have been murders. for vincent, it's all but proven; his murderer confessed shortly before his death, but people are more eager to believe vincent was suicidal and perpetuate the "suffering = art" myth. i'm still researching marilyn's death, but it fell in a long line of assassinations of high profile leftists, and she was 1) married to arthur miller, who was constantly being hounded by the fbi for his ties to the communist party, 2) a political activist and vocal supporter of civil rights, and 3) she was "close" (sleeping with) with JFK and RFK, who were also assassinated.

both marilyn and vincent suffered from psychotic illnesses greatly worsened by substance abuse. for marilyn, that was barbiturates and sleeping meds. for vincent, absinthe. he also had a psychiatric form of syphilis and ate a lot of lead paint. both were institutionalized.

both marilyn and vincent were eager for (and driven by) widespread acclaim, and had an unwavering belief they would achieve it. unlike vincent, though, marilyn achieved her fame in life while vincent died before he could see it. you could argue that he's famous *because* he died. it's not like he was the first or best impressionist painter. his work was only accessible and his story was sad. his sister in law johanna also diligently kept all of his correspondence, so we have an excellent record of his life through the letters he sent his brother theo.

both marilyn and vincent wanted to achieve success for feats akin to, but different from, what they became iconic for. marilyn wanted to be taken seriously as an actress, not just seen as a brainless sex idol, but she died shortly after filming the Misfits which is arguably her best performance. vincent liked painting portraits, not landscapes, but he was fucking awful at it, and his brother theo told him repeatedly, hey why don't you do more of those pretty landscapes, to which vincent doubled down on portraiture, spending what little money he had paying random townspeople to sit for him.

both marilyn and vincent were raised in environments that prepared them for their future careers. marilyn grew up in california and was raised mostly by her mother's friend gladys, who groomed her into becoming the next jean harlow, which is exactly what happened. vincent's uncle got him a job at goupil, an art store, and so even though vincent was a talented writer, he was surrounded by art so that's what he did. his brother theo also worked at goupil and became a prominent art dealer. after theo's death, his wife johanna used those connections to put vincent's work into the world. i'm pointing this out not to diminish either of their accomplishments but to connect part of the reason they were so dead certain about their eventual lasting fame.

both marilyn and vincent have become commercial byproducts. you can find marilyn's likeness on products all around the world. you can find vincent's paintings on any item you can think of. their presence is so ingrained in society that i bet many of us can't identify when we first came into contact with their cultural presence. they enter our lives by osmosis.

both were extremely sensitive and emotionally distraught. both had tenuous relationships with their mothers. both had a family history of psychotic disorders that historians seem very eager to dismiss. both had religious backgrounds that deeply influenced their self-perspectives. both loved literature. both were deeply insecure despite the aforementioned professional certainty. both were lonely; marilyn had a series of husbands who mistreated and abused her, and many people find comfort in believing vincent had theo, but in truth, theo was simply the only one who didn't firmly cut vincent out of his life. i do believe theo loved vincent, but i also believe vincent pushed theo to his limit a number of times, and for his own health, theo had to push him away. after vincent's death, theo went mad with grief and died soon after.

to me, vincent's story is more haunting than marilyn's, because his murder is all but proven and its motives can be reasonably speculated about. vincent was notoriously heckled and bullied by kids wherever he went, because he was very overtly unwell and eccentric. a boy obsessed with american westerns shot him with a pea shooter, and although we don't know the exact circumstances of the shooting, i think it can be reasonably ascertained that he didn't shoot himself, although that's what he claimed in order to protect the boy from punishment, and also because he chose not to be treated.

but marilyn's great tragedy is that her addictions were basically forced on her. everyone in her life had a personal stake in her success, so they kept plying her with pills to help with her anxiety. everyone in her life was manipulating her in some way. i'm also personally interested in the fact she was a sex icon who notoriously had a lot of sex with a lot of people but all evidence points to her being asexual. obviously i can't put a label on her, but she's quoted many times saying she had no interest in sex. the caveat here is that there are no truly reliable sources on this front, not even her, because she often said whatever she thought people wanted to hear, even if it was an outright lie. she has some personal writing, though, which is possibly the only real insight we have, but i'm still combing through all of that.

i don't quite have my thoughts in order about why i'm so drawn to both of them. i guess the short answer is that i'm curious about the turns their lives took, how they were (mis)perceived, and the distance between their real selves and the work they left behind. society is so eager to believe they were people who suffered for erroneous reasons--they were talented, special, exceptional, and therefore tortured by their own unique gifts--and very few people seem to recognize that their deaths, regardless of the actual causes, are still the result of the way they were treated.

[just-a-bit-of-a-nerd]

Idk if you take requests, but if you do I think it would be cool to do a part 2 on your Captain Jack Sparrow x daughter reader if you feel like it. Have a good day 💙

Stolen maps and hurt hearts

(gif not mine)

Warnings: talks of dead mother, boys being mean, and like one curse word

Summary: You get in a small fight with a few boys but when they say something that hits a nerve you dad is there to comfort you.

Parring: Captain Jack Sparrow x daughter Reader

M/N= Your middle name

Enjoy!

You and your fathers crew were making their way to the Faithful Bride Tavern to take a small break from sailing the seas. Your father sat in the corner of the room drinking his rum while you sat at a bar not to far away, talking to some random person you didn't know before today.

All was going quite well until you heard a voice from the entrance.

"Y/N M/N Sparrow," a young boy who you knew as Harry shouted and once he did it seemed the whole place went silent and your fathers eyes were on you.

Before anyone could do anything you got up and ran for the back exit while whispering "Buggar buggar buggar," under your breath.

As you were just about to make it out, one of Harry's friends, Arthur grabbed you by the waist and swung you face to face with Harry who slammed you against the wall.

"Now now lads, that is no way to treat a lady," you joked but no one was in a laughing mood.

"No games Y/N," Harry started, "what did you do with my map?"

So it may be true that the last time you saw Harry you did indeed steal the map to a treasure you and your father were looking for but you sadly no longer have it.

You bit your knuckle as you answered, "Oh yes that map, I'm afraid it was destroyed," you explained with a fake nervous smile, "not that it'd be any use for you now for I've already collected the treasure."

Harry's eyes turned a shade darker in rage, " You little witch!" he shouted in your face.

"See again with this talk, is this how your mother taught you to speak to women?" you smart mouth.

"Well I suppose mine did better than yours, it's a shame yours isn't around to teach you how to be more of a lady," Harry sassed back taking you off guard for a second not long enough for him to notice, but long enough for your father.

"That's quite enough," Jack speaks as he walks out of the watching crow.

"I see," Harry starts, "to much of a daddy's girl to fight her own battles-"

You then cut him off with a swift punch to the jaw and that's when Arthur wrapped his arms around you once more but you managed to aim a kick right for his groin making him fall back in pain.

"Would anyone else like to tic me off?" you question as you look around the crowd and everyone goes back to what they were doing.

You look at your father and you see the worry he has in his eyes and before you could do something you'd regret you walk right out of the bar as your father follows not far behind.

You walk out to the ship where one of the crew mates take watch, "you go have fun, I'll watch the ship," you explain and he just agrees. Everyone takes orders from not only Jack but you as well.

"Have a nice night Miss. Sparrow," he says as he walks into town.

The quite you longed for didn't last long as you saw your father walk up to the boat.

"What?" you asked as he got aboard ship.

"You know what," he stated as he leaned on the railing that you were sitting on, "you have the skills to hide what you feel from everyone in that room but you cannot hide your sadness from me," he explains, "do you want to talk about it?" he asks.

"Not really," you say honestly.

"Alright then I'll just drink this rum until you do," he states as he takes a swig of his bottle.

You and your father have talked about your mother before, it's not a subject either of you like to discus considering it's a sad topic for the both of you and neither of you like feelings. Though every time you have the talk about your mother Jack reminds you that you had nothing to do with her death though you simply cannot believe that. It's not entirely a regret you have because there's no point in having those, the past is past and you cannot change it so don't wish to. But you do wonder where your mother would be if she never had you. At least she'd be alive and at the end of the day you were the reason she died. Not only that but it was hard for you to grow up without a mother. It was a learning curve for you father needing to learn about all the ladies things and you never had anyone to get first hand advice from, everything Jack knew he had heard or was told.

That's what sent the tears running down your face. You never liked to cry, not even alone and never the less in front of your dad. You've only cried 3 times in your life besides when you were in infant, and every time it's been about your mother, this was the third time and only the second Jacks ever seen you cry.

He takes notice as soon as your first tear falls and he pulls you into a hug as you sob in his chest. It was only you and him, which you did love but sometimes you wished you could see how it felt to have a lady to look up to all your life. And by no means did you strive to be your mother, you knew the kind of person she was and you knew the kind of person you wanted to be. And it sure as hell wasn't her.

"It's alright love," your dad comforts you, "fate can be cruel sometimes."

"Am I really that bad?" you ask feeling waves of insecurities, "Am I in desperate need of a mother?"

"Trust me love I've met odder women than you," he jokes, "you're just stronger and braver than all the women Harry have met, and that's good because those kind are the fun ones," he explains.

That makes you giggle, Jacks not always the best at comforting but he's learned how because of you and he's gotten much better at it over the 14 years he's had with you.

"Anyway, you did good dealing with those two, amazing shot on the big one," he congratulated as you wiped your tears, again neither of you liked feelings that much and it was time to change the subject.

"Thank you, I remembered you teaching me that one."

"That's my girl," he said as he put an arm around you, "do you wanna go back in there?" he asked.

"Sure, lets see if Harry wants a round two," you said with a smirk.

Jack made a face at that, "Yes I'm not sure about that, I wasn't to keen to the way he was grabbing you," he said worry and annoyance in his tone.

"Really? you're afraid he's flirting?" you sarcastically asked.

"That's how I'd do it," he says honestly as he takes another swig of rum.

"You have no need to worry," you reassure, "I'd go on a date with the Kraken before I go on one with Harry."

"Well I'd rather you go on a date with no one," he deadpans.

"Of course you would," you sigh.

[i-may-be-an-emu]

Hija!! Do yk which of the guys had the most characters with sad, tragic or bad endings? Asking for an edit >:))

Hmmmm I’m not sure! It’s pretty even I think? Idk let’s see :D

SFTH SPOILERS BELOW (also long-ish post so be aware of that I guess)

All of them have a kind of messed up time in habberdashery (Luke’s child character not the wife) (Tom wasn’t there though)

Lost in your eyes Tom and Sam have a tragic love story

Long John’s I haven’t watched in a little bit but Luke killing his brother (I think) was pretty messed up, Tom’s character dies and AJ holds him as he does.

Jockey is VERY messed up, Sam’s probably the one with the most tragic stuff.

AJ’s character in hare says she’s had a tough life, then Jimmy the Hare dies in her arms

Midnight mystery ends with Scottish Batman being in the middle of dying (I think) and Robin like kills someone or something??? The ending confuses me a little

Cube has Bubba and Jeremiah which like, Bubba loses his legs and Jeremiah has to deal with that, then yk, Jeremiah DIES in Bubbas ARMS and everything, so those two (I could ramble about Bubbamiah for the rest of this post but I won’t lol)

Bus is kinda tragic with the whole thing of Arthur BD getting imprisoned inside the vagina cage (…yeah. that’s a Sentence alright.) and then dying from the acidity

NIGEL IS SOOOOO MESSED UP AND I LOVE IT Andrew being imprisoned and his uncle not even caring or looking for him for two weeks!? Nigel getting him hooked on cocaine (and also doing whatever he did consensually with Andrew tied to the chair- even if it was consensual it might have been the drugs or the Stockholm syndrome… which is REALLY dark.)

Caravan has Jericho (Tom) who is terminally ill and dying of some disease and he has dreams of being an actor and then gets replaced with no remorse.

Stegosaurus is SOOOOO dark and i think that Chip and Cliff could both be said to have tragic backstories- even that French guy actually if you look at it from his point of view. So Sam and Tom, and AJ as chip if you include that part as well.

Lefternmost window is kind of dark but not really tragic, cause it’s all resolved in the end but you could say Tom’s Scottish character who was shot in the throat maybe

Neighbours you could argue it’s tragic for every character, really. Johnny and Janae mostly, though Annabelle dies and idk if she did much wrong. Definetly Johnny and Janae.

Milkman you can say Peter, Toby (the boy in the room) and The other kid (AJ) and also probably Mr Steven, plus Hank (the Texan bartender) all of them have pretty tragic stuff happen.

Beetroots Sam is pretty tragic, all of the stuff that happens in that. Justin’s parents died in a fire so maybe also him.

The evil make a wish kid you could say Luke’s character as the father, cause, well, his son is evil and also died and kills his mother. (And blew up every petting zoo in the entire world)

Priscilla is pretty dark too so probably Priscilla, she goes through a lot

Circus you could definitely say Watson, he kills a bunch of people cause he’s in love with Sherlock and goes crazy and becomes a creepy clown (hi if you’re reading this and don’t know the fandom, welcome! Everything is so normal)

Murders in space would definitely be Mary, with working on the whole time penetration/dilution thing her whole life only to have to fade away to save the world.

I’d need to rewatch Hugh and moist and magical for the specifics but characters from those two are not having a good time

JIMMY DOESNT KNOW HOW TO USE A DOOR AND NO ONE WILL SHOW HIM (also Clancy did doohicky’s wife but who cares about that when there’s Jimmy)

Alexa and Janusz from Ballet are both pretty tragic but again I’d probably need to rewatch it to have more details

OK SO

adding all of this up here’s an extremely rough tally just based on this

AJ llllllll (8)

Luke llllllll (8)

Sam llllllllllll (12)

Tom llllllllll (11)

So Sam, but Tom’s close (although I think Sam has more like main characters?? But I’m not sure)

I hope this helps!!! :D can’t wait to see the edit if you make one