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Just two little guys!!! Ready in time for AX!
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So I watched Kpop Demon Hunters and that stupid tiger is my son now. That is my child and I love him.
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KPOP DEMON HUNTERS (2025) dr. Maggie Kang and Chris Appelhans
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The internet loves this, and the internet is never wrong! - KPop Demon Hunters (2025)
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One of the cutest parts of my job was being a virtual makeup & nails stylist for Huntrix - here are concepts for some of their looks!
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In The Garden, for giant robot’s Fruit and Veggie show.
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Merlin, legs shaking, slides down against the tree at his back. Arthur, breathing hard beside him, slowly sheathes his unused sword. The woman on the ground, a sorcerer, remains still, body crumpled like a puppet with its strings cut. Dead.
Silence.
Painful, vibrating silence.
Merlin's fingers flex, brittle with tension. He feels unmoored, unbalanced. Mouth dry, throat catching as he swallows, he stares up at the taut line of Arthur's shoulders, stiff and still as an animal sensing danger, threat.
He feels torn—between begging, desperate, for Arthur's understanding; or shouting at him. He's angry. He's frightened—aching, already, at the thought of Arthur turning to him with a cold gaze, or worse, a fearful one.
Arthur lifts a hand to his face, and rubs at it.
"Well?" Merlin can't help but break the silence. Can't help the provocation that follows: "Are you going to execute me?"
"For God's sake, Merlin," Arthur says, quietly, and finally turns.
A stone plummets heavily through him at the look in Arthur's eyes. Not fear. Not hatred. Not distrust.
Shock.
Hurt.
He scrambles to his feet. "Arthur—"
"How long?" The words seem wrenched out of Arthur now, heaved up, like he's choking on them, body desperate with agitation. "How long have you—lied to me? I thought—"
"Arthur," he says, louder this time, stumbling towards him, head still light from the magic he'd cast only minutes ago. "I couldn't fucking tell you."
"Yes, you could have!" Arthur shouts, wrenching his gloves off and throwing them hard at the ground, fingers trembling at the fastenings of a vambrace. "What, did you think—Did you think I would—?"
Merlin reaches him, gets a hand on the back of Arthur's neck, bare skin to skin. "I couldn't afford to trust anyone, alright?" He presses their foreheads together, damp with sweat. Arthur's eyes are shut now, mouth twisted, grief-stricken. "Not with this. No matter how badly I—wanted to. I wanted to, every fucking day. Arthur, you prat."
And helpless, burning up with it now, he does the other thing he's wanted to do, every one of those days:
He kisses him.
unbalanced @merthurmicrofic {354 words}
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