#they’re idiots in love

[ink-through-her-veins]

Arthur stumbles upon the dragon purely by happenstance, but by gods is the beast a chatty thing. It goes on and on about destiny, Albion, peace, and Arthur’s favorite part how the once and future king (himself) and his fated other half (Emrys) are two halves of the same coin, and everything will become clear when they realize this. Then the beast tells Arthur that Emrys not only has magic, but is magic, and Arthur’s head begins spinning—not with fairy tale romance where he gets swept off his feet as he’d been imagining moments before—but how anyone could have magic and not be evil.

‘Merlin could do it,’ he thinks wistfully, his unrequited crush upon his manservant rearing its ugly head even as he contemplates his soulmate.

He’s pulled from his daydream by said crush ambling clumsily into the cavern, gaping wildly, and then blurting out, “I can explain!”

The dragon laughs. “I already have, Emrys.”

And Arthur’s head starts spinning again. He pushes himself off the ground, takes a single step toward Merlin, and pulls himself back as a landslide of realization clobbers him like a thousand stones. “You knew?”

Merlin looks completely broken when he says, “I didn’t want anything to change between us.” I didn’t want you to have to choose between me or your father.

Arthur’s heart aches. Tears burn behind his eyes. “Of course,” he bites out, but all he can think, is what kind of man can’t be loved by his own destiny? What kind of monster must he be?

Things do change. Merlin’s stiffer. Arthur’s quieter. The dragon beneath the castle becomes one of Arthur’s closest confidants even if it speaks in riddles and leaves Arthur’s clothes smelling so strongly of smoke even his father notices.

“I’m sorry,” Merlin whispers one night as the smell of Kilgarrah’s sulfurous smoke fills his nostrils as he prepares Arthur for bed. He misses the smell of Arthur’s sweat, and the combination of leather and grease that clings to his armor. He misses the way Arthur used to look at him, joke with him, befriend him before he knew about the magic. “I’m sorry I’m like this.”

I’m sorry I’m me, Arthur thinks as he silently raises his arms to let Merlin drop a sleep shirt over his head. He only grunts in response.

Months pass, and as the ground thaws so do Merlin and Arthur, because though he may speak as clearly as a mud puddle Kilgarrah isn’t wrong: one cannot truly hate that which makes it whole. Arthur clings to Kilgarrah’s promises. One day. One day. Hopefully one day soon.

And the day comes in late summer when Merlin’s nearly skewered by a bandit while he and Arthur are on a hunt. Arthur’s checking him obsessively for any signs that the blood on him is actually his, while Merlin swats at his hands insisting he’s fine.

“Why wouldn’t you use your magic!?” Arthur screeches shoving Merlin’s hands out of the way so he can look over every inch of him.

“So I could be burnt upon a pyre? No thanks.” Merlin manages to push himself free of Arthur and stalk away.

“We’re meant to marry one day. We’re two sides of a coin, soulmates. Do you truly think me so monstrous?”

Merlin’s eyes are big as eggs. “What? Married? Soulmates?”

“What do you think Kilgarrah meant?”

“He’s an overgrown lizard!” Merlin shouts suddenly feeling too warm and too confined despite the mild weather and endless amounts of fresh air. “That…He…Is that what two sides of the same coin means?” He’s pacing the meadow, ignoring the dead bandits scattered in the tall grass. “I’m sorry, Arthur, I am. I…I don’t think you’re a monster, and I’m sorry you have to choose between your father and I. I’m—“

Arthur sees something then in the way Merlin tugs at his hair, eyes full of concern when they swing toward Arthur. Fools, Kilgarrah had called them, and fools they absolutely were.

“There’s no choice,” Arthur murmurs, sidling up to Merlin to take his hand. “It’s you. It was you before I knew of our fate and your gifts, and it’ll be you no matter what stands in the way.”

[ff7-has-taken-me-over]

Guys I had a thought and it’s equally hilarious and adorable so here.

But GhostSoap falling asleep on a couch that’s just a touch too small to fit them both so they’re snuggled right up against one another, cuddling and so entangled with one another they don’t know where on begins and another ends.

Soap wakes first and takes a moment to relish in the peace and safety, smiling at a still sleeping Simon (cause the man doesn’t have his mask on for once and he’s not Ghost unless he has the mask) before he decides to get up.

What he doesn’t realise though, is just how entangled the two of them are. So when he goes to get up he ends up just tripping, falling over the side and pulling Ghost with him cause they’re legs are still tangled together.

Ghost wakes and manages to catch himself before he fully crushes the Scot but something has definitely been strained and his knees are definitely bruised as all fuck now.

Soap groans underneath him, rubbing at his elbows and head. A moment of quiet goes by before Ghost huffs a laugh and that just triggers Soap to start laughing his ass off cause he’s positive that they probably looked so stupid just then.

Johnny doesn’t mind too much tho, forgets the pain of the bruises quick when he looks up to find a smiling Simon looking down on him. The man’s expression fond but exasperated, and it’s the softest Johnny’s ever seen him.

[daddiesdrarryy]

Pansy: Listen, Draco, at some point you gotta admit, Potter’s a 10 but he’s your arch enemy

Draco: If anything, that makes him an 11

Pansy: ...

[aaandbackstabbed]

Goldie(about Scrooge): I can fix him

Someone: you are infinitely worse

[wyrm-mlm]

Imagine Hob trying to Rick roll Dream but Dream not understanding memes and so is just like “oh my bf surprised me with a love song how nice” and Hob doesn’t have the heart to explain it to him

[thefanciestborrower]

Happy Birthday to my friend @ellavorer!! She wanted some doodles of some Jack and Katherine vore shenanigans and of course I was more than happy to provide! It’s been a while since I drew these sillies and honestly I had a blast finishing this up, so I hope you like it! And once again, happy happy birthday!!

Closeups under the cut

[morganneedssomehelp]

*the Steve and robin scene, where Steve is unhinged and I love it*

Steve: you like boobies, I like boobies, Vicky likes boobies

Robin:

*Billy’s head popping out from the backseat fondling his own chest*

Billy: Harrington especially loves my boobies

Robin: ugh guys

[superspookyjanelle]

SHIP AESTHETIC: Phercabeth ( Phoebe Eirwen, Percy Jackson, and Annabeth Chase )

Annabeth: Having two partners is both amazing and complicated. But all our problems are solved with communication.

.

Percy : It’s my turn to cuddle Phoebe .

Annabeth: FIVE MORE MINUTES DAMMIT!

TAGGING: @witchofinterest @fiercefray @sweetenemyfire @eddysocs @arrthurpendragon @villanele @bookstorebunny @roseygirl203 @valdrinors

[wanderingchocolateeclair]

Neon souls: holographic flowers and roombas <3

[read: left -> right]

Aka: The origin of Penelope the roomba :)

I spent so much time on this- it was only meant to be a few pages long but alas, here we are and I went overboard again fsdjsjjd /lh

[stellarisstars]

Complication of my Fem!Soukoku fics

You can find me on ao3 as stellesanecdotes (https://archiveofourown.org/users/stellesanecdotes) ! My fic request forms are also available on my carrd and you can request a prompt on the ask box!

My Sapphic Soukoku series

- R u Mine - A beast!fem soukoku fic featuring toxic soukoku, possessive Dazai and jealous Chuuya. https://archiveofourown.org/works/44082427

- in old remains - Soukoku, reuniting in the dungeon where Dazai finally tells Chuuya about their daughter https://archiveofourown.org/works/44579566

- Sunflower - A Valentine’s Day fem!Soukoku fic with a surprise bonus chapter! (Atsulucy make a special appearance) https://archiveofourown.org/works/45002089/chapters/113232211

- Midnight Rain - fem!Soukoku with witch!Chuuya and cat familiar!Dazai who find comfort in each other https://archiveofourown.org/works/45299347

- Hanakotoba - the 5 times Dazai denied she was in love with Chuuya + the 1 time she finally admitted it https://archiveofourown.org/works/45447847

- The Fisherman Who Caught The Moon - the tale of how an average fisherwoman like Chuuya fell in love with the moon goddess, Dazai Osamu https://archiveofourown.org/works/47714680/chapters/120273934

[baja-blaced]

wip Wednesday!!! I still have an hour so technically I didn’t miss it!!!

I have not made any progress on any writing this week so enjoy this snippet of the sasharcy focused oneshot that I’ve been slowly working on

[kniesys]

I Think I Like You (More Than I Should)

That’s the thing about fire Eddy,” His mom had held him tight as he cried from the pain the burn had caused. “It can look so nice, but it can be dangerous.”

[ff7-has-taken-me-over]

The moment Soap realised he was in love with Ghost he nearly broke his ass.

They were in a mission and for once Soap was playing over watch while Ghost went in for recon. There was no good spot that allowed him a full vantage so he has to climb a tree for it.

He’s sitting up in a tree, making all his usual comments as he watches his lieutenant make his way through the compound.

And it’s so stupid and so embarrassing that Soap swears to hell and back that he’ll take the mistake to his grave.

But there’s a moment where Ghost bends over to snap a guys neck and his ass is just on full display for Soap and he very nearly falls out of the tree he’s in because of it. Then the man so effortlessly pulls off another kill, looking like sex on legs and Soap suddenly realises that he’s in love with the man.

He doesn’t know what the hell does it for him or when it even happened but he watches the kill and his immediate thought is, “fuck, I love him.”

And that makes him actually tip out of the tree, barely managing to roll at the last second so he doesn’t break anything, before falling flat on the ground and groaning in embarrassment. He’s just lucky Ghost had found what they needed and was on his way out.

When Ghost realised he was in love with Soap he nearly stabbed the man in a blind panic.

They were walking down the halls of base, usual ribbing and chatter from the Scot bouncing off the walls in an all too familiar fashion.

Ghost is nodding along, giving noncommittal hums as if he isn’t listening intently and taking in every little detail he possibly could, when Johnny’s eyes are widening, hand shooting out toward his face and making him tense.

Ghost nearly throws the other against the wall but then the hand is going past his head and grabs something from behind him. Soap’s eyes are hard and angry, his body manoeuvring around him so he can slam the person who was apparently behind them in the wall.

Ghost is too shocked to do anything, watching as the Scot threatens the ever loving shit out of a rookie for god knows what. When he shoves the rookie away and said man scampers in order to escape Ghost thinks he’s got enough control of himself to try and ask what that had been about.

But then Soap’s turning to him, bright smile on his face as he gestures to the still fleeing rookie as he speaks, “Couldn’t have him ruining the reputation aye Lt.?”

Ghost finally realises what that had all been about and he sees the worry and understanding in Soap’s eyes because somehow, the man had managed to worm into his heart and figure out every little flaw and vulnerability. But despite it all, he’s still here, standing by his side.

And Ghost could kiss him with how much love overwhelms him in that moment. And in the very same moment he could stab the man and kill him for the panic those feelings induce in him, cause he’s never allowed anything nice. Not in this lifetime and probably not in the next.

[mo-mode]

Percy Hugging Annabeth: Yay :) Annabeth is hugging me. I love her hugs— oh wait, it’s just because she’s gotta whisper to me about Clarisse without looking suspicious. Okay. Mhm. Yeah, cool cool. So cool.

Annabeth Hugging Percy: Okay, I need to tell Percy about Clarisse without looking suspicious…Well, the only way to do that is to hug him like I never want to be apart again. Uh huh. The only way. Yeah, cool cool. So cool.

[drawerbread]

the funniest thing about tlt is that harrow canonically has more bitches than gideon

[kipper-face-penny-bottle]

I love that Adaine goes, “Oh, she’s STUPID” whenever an NPC has an off moment when her best friends are:

-a guy who tried to fight hardened pirates with the members of his dad’s pyramid scheme

-a girl who tried to ribbon dance down a tower

-a guy who got tattoos of incomplete anagrams because he thought they were clues

-a guy who thought every stranger was his dad

-Hilda Hilda