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sexy-sapphic-sorcerer · 15 days

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1: Magic is a Metaphor < 2: Morgana is a Lesbian < 3: Merlin is Gay > 4: Arthur is Bi

Again with the whole metaphor thing, Merlin's entire character is about having to hide his identity and wishing that he could be free to be himself so that he wouldn't have to lie about how much Arthur means to him. So that's all very gay, but he's also just very queer-coded generally. There are so many jokes about him being more effeminate or wearing women's clothing, most notably in this episode where he dresses in full drag and then takes the opportunity to shamelessly flirt with Arthur. Unhinged.

Basically every other character seems to just assume that he's gay, at least towards the end, because Gaius and Arthur are in utter disbelief that Merlin would be 'seeing a girl'. And of course he isn't, he's actually sneaking around with that druid guy, leading Arthur to question how courting a girl would leave him 'walking with a limp.'

I also think it's very interesting how often Merlin has to pretend to be attracted to women to avoid people discovering his secret, like with Gwen in Series 1 or Morgana in Series 2. Or this scene, where Gwen and Merlin are the only people not affected by the Lamia's seduction charm and they're trying to figure out why. And Merlin says, 'it doesn't affect you because you're a woman'. And firstly, Gwen is like, 'so what?' So, bisexual queen. And then Merlin says, "it only affects men," and Gwen says, "so then why haven't you fallen under her spell?" And Merlin is just like, 'oh shit, I don't know. I can't think of any reason why I wouldn't be seduced by a woman.'

Now, you might be saying, "but Merlin is attracted to women! what about that one female love interest he had for literally one episode who immediately died?" Oh, you mean:

I'm sorry to all of the Freylin shippers out there, but this was so clearly just the writers' last-ditch attempt to make Merlin straight. If you think about it, Freya also 'has magic' if you catch my drift, and that is the only thing that she and Merlin have in common, and the only thing that they talk about. And if you look at their dialogue out of context, it really doesn't seem like it's magic that they're talking about. It's just gay/lesbian solidarity. Also, never forget when Colin Morgan accidentally referred to Merlin's potential love interests as "him or her." So who else could he have been thinking of?

Merlin definitely had a crush on Lancelot. From the moment that they first meet, he just keeps going on about, 'omg, isn't Lancelot so strong and brave and chivalrous? God, I hope he becomes a knight, he would look so good in a suit of armour.' And then he says to Gwen, completely unprompted, "so just for the sake of argument– Arthur or Lancelot?" Why are you thinking about that Merlin? Then that scene ends with Merlin and Lancelot getting drunk and stumbling home together and waking up the next morning having shared Merlin's single bed. So take from that what you will. I don't necessarily think that anything happened between them, not because I think Lancelot is straight, don't get it twisted, just because I think he's a fucking virgin.

But certified pansexual manwhore Gwaine on the other hand, oh they definitely fucked. And it's a very similar situation to Lancelot, Merlin's only flirting technique is just to find some buff guy who's just saved his life and be like, 'oh my god what can I possibly do to repay you? Maybe you could come back to my place and I could tend to your wounds and then we could go down to the tavern, have a few drinks'.

And it works. Merlin literally used his job as apprentice physician to the Knights of the Round Table as his own personal Grindr, and i love that for him. But, of course, these are just side hoes to Merlin's main bitch, Arthur.

You can deny everything else that I've said, but you cannot deny that Merlin was in love with Arthur. And don't even try to say, 'but it's just because it was his destiny'. Because, yeah, like that's any less gay. They're two sides of the same coin, destined to be together, Merlin 'uses magic only for Arthur'. Come on.

Also, it's pretty clear that Merlin cares about Arthur more than he cares about his destiny, throughout the entire show. But it culminates in this scene in series five where, because of very contrived plot reasons, Arthur has to choose between legalizing magic and saving the life of Mordred. And Merlin convinces Arthur not to legalise magic so that he will let Mordred die. He literally enables the genocide of his own people and condemns himself to a lifetime of suffering just on the off chance that he can spend a bit more time with Arthur.

And if that isn't heartbreaking enough, of course, every action that Merlin makes only confirms Arthur's fate. And after he very platonically dies in Merlin's arms, as dudebros do, what does Merlin do? does he go back to Camelot and live a full happy heterosexual life? Of course not. No, he spends the next one and a half thousand years just waiting at Arthur's resting place, waiting for the day that Arthur will be resurrected and they can be together again. What the fuck kind of Greek tragedy, Achilles and Patroclus level shit is that? That is fucking gay.

#this is so fucking long omg sorry #consider this series as a masterpost of all of my ramblings #merlin #merlance #merwaine #merthur #bbc merlin #merlin meta #the magic of metaphor

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an-idyllic-novelist · 1 year

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Hi, I’m the one who asked for a fluff request yesterday. And, you told me to request on this blog.

would it be possible to request for a fluff ares x reader where he has a massive crush on the reader but he’s too shy to admit it bcs she’s just so perfect and she’s sought after by many gods. Lucky for him, she has a crush on him as well?

And once again, I apologize if it’s too much to ask :)

Hi! I did make a couple of changes to the scenario, but I hope you will like this rendition of Ares with a haganzeuka!fem!reader :)

Special thanks to @radioactivesweet for bouncing off ideas to me and @yellow-snark for being honest with their feedback!

Ares adored Aphrodite. From the moment he set his gaze upon her that fateful day in Mount Olympus, they were fated to be together. Love and War, forever entwined even when their tumultuous relationship had been fractured over and over for centuries, finding comfort in the arms of others. But now…well, Ares was tired. He had long since grown weary of the goddess’ vanity and manipulations, especially the former.

Why would she still get into an argument with Athena, Freya, or any other goddess on who is the most beautiful being in the universe, he had no idea. Had his opinion not been enough? He wooed her with gifts, sang praises of her loveliness and dedicated any victories in his battles to her. And yet it still wasn’t enough for her, who wanted the entire world, nay, the universe to kneel at her feet.

Henceforth, he and Aphrodite were no longer romantically involved. Strangely enough, instead of isolating himself from the Greek pantheon to lament the loss of Aphrodite’s affection, his sorrow was soon forgotten when his armorer [First Name] arrived at the steps of his temple, asking if she may enter. She was here to deliver his spear and the new custom-made gauntlets that Ares ordered to replace his old ones.

As an apprentice who worked in Hephaestus’ workshop, [First Name] was allowed to have the other gods as clients but never to aid him in his projects without explicit permission. Even after all of these centuries, Aphrodite’s husband is still a picky artist.

The war god immediately allowed her to come inside, instructing his guest to leave her offering of plum wine in front of his statue before following him inside further into the temple. The wind chimes attached to her wide brimmed hat created a pleasant ‘ching’ sound as she walked down the marble hallway in her sandaled feet. It made [First Name] less…intimidating.

Her fashion sense wasn’t horrid per se, though she did appear intimidating with the lower half of her face concealed by a bronze mask shaped in the muzzle of a Chinese guardian dog. Her [Hair Color] tresses were either pulled back and tucked under a black handkerchief or let loose because she had been too focused on her craft that she forgot to take care of herself again.

Although Ares had expected the armorer to immediately leave once he was satisfied with his equipment, she stayed with him for a bit longer. She did not talk much; she was more of a listener, and she listened to him talk about Aphrodite, then rant about other things until he saw Apollo’s chariot ride across the blue hazy skies. He apologized profusely for taking up her time, but [First Name] brushed it off with a small smile and said to contact her again if he needed anything else done for him or his men before exiting the temple.

It was after the armorer left that Ares noticed a cluster of pretty stones sitting right next to the offering. He didn’t know why or how…but the war god supposed that was when he began falling for her.

Like everyone else in Olympus.

But this time, he had an advantage over his competition. Ares knew what she liked and disliked, even what day of the week when Hephaestus' workshop was not too busy to drop in for a surprise visit...only to discover that his sweet little armorer had an incredibly short temper as he did.

“HOW DARE YOU LOSE YOUR SWORD, YOU FOOL?! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW LONG IT TOOK ME TO LOOK FOR THE CAVE THAT POSSESS AN EXTREMELY DURABLE ORE, WHICH MIGHT PREVENT YOUR SWORD FROM BREAKING AFTER WHAT HAPPENED LAST TIME?! FOUR MONTHS OF SEARCHING, GONE TO WASTE! THAT’S IT! DIE! DIE TEN THOUSAND TIMES AND REFLECT ON YOUR ACTIONS!!” [First Name] roared, [Eye Color] orbs glowing in fury as she chased after the terrified client around the workshop with a cleaving knife, ignoring everything and everyone else around her.

Including him.

Ares sighed softly, glancing down at the bouquet and the bag of sweets he was carrying. Perhaps he should have gotten mitarashi dango instead of cupcakes? She loved sweets, but which one would calm her down long enough for him to profess his desire to court her?

#record of ragnorak #ror ares #snv x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie #request #snv ares #haganezuka!reader #hotaru haganezuka demon slayer #my writing #an idyllic novelist

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ignitesthestxrs · 7 months

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I know you said you’ve gone back into it slowly but any book recs?

yes absolutely!! i have read some bangers lately tbh. also another thing i am trying to do is start uuuh reviewing what i'm reading so i will link a couple of those as well. but here is a sporadic collection of my reading enjoyments of the last year or so!

IF FOUND RETURN TO HELL // THE DEATH I GAVE HIM by Em X. Liu

em is hands down one of the best writers i know with prose that will punch you in the face and leave you asking if you can have another, please.

IF FOUND RETURN TO HELL is a queer found family novella featuring a done-with-this protag working in a wizarding call centre who abruptly comes down with a case of 'sweet angel baby boy possessed by demon hell child' in a broken magical healthcare system where following protocol is more important than like, helping people. so what is journeyman wen to do if not, you know, help anyway?

THE DEATH I GAVE HIM is the queer scifi hamlet retelling of my dreams, which is funny because i didn't care about hamlet until this book taught me how to. a thoughtful exploration on the nature of adaptation, death & immortality, and also what happens when your best friend is an AI and you wanna fuck him.

IN COLD BLOOD by Truman Capote the original true crime novel. still stuck in my truman blorbo moment. full review here

ASSASSIN'S APPRENTICE by Robin Hobb classic 90s fantasy with surprisingly emotional focus on the protag in a way i really dug. unhinged levels of accidental queerbaiting in a way that i enjoyed rather than despaired of. full review here.

PANDORA'S JAR: WOMEN IN THE GREEK MYTHS by Natalie Haynes a great overview of classical women that takes into account multiple sources and the way they have been read over centuries, and how the time in which a tale is being told affects the tale just as much as what the text of the story actually is. does a good job of walking the middle ground between like, historical sexism and the reflexive girlbossification instinct.

IN OTHER LANDS by Sarah Rees Brennan the queer harry potter offshoot we all actually deserve. portal fantasy with an acerbic main character who will save the world out of sheer spite because the world doesn't seem to think he can save it, or want him to do it even if he could. a genuinely lovely musing on the nature of loneliness, what abuse does to a child, how it's hard but possible to overcome the prejudices you learn when you're young, and how eventually, you're going to have to make the decision to let yourself be loved.

SHE WHO BECAME THE SUN by Shelley Parker-Chan truly i don't have the word for how fucking excellent this queer epic fantasy is. set in mongol-ruled china, this book is a masterclass in political intrigue, historical fiction, military fantasy, and also genderfuckery. feat. the kind of tragedy you see coming for several hundred pages and still takes your breath away when it hits, and also lesbian fisting. anyone who says books based in history can't get queer can get fucked.

A MARVELLOUS LIGHT by Freya Marske for a total 180 in mood, here is your queer romantic fantasy set in an Edwardian England that is reflective of the fact that like, queer people did in fact exist in Edwardian England. A lighter fare that nonetheless will hit you right in the heart and leave you delighted that a) there's a second book out now and b) the third one is coming soon. also Freya is an Artiste when it comes to writing good sex scenes, which

i belatedly realise it seems like i'm focusing on in this post but i just! like a queer text that tackles queer sex with nuance and interest and the horror and/or joy of the body, and the above authors are all fucking masters at their art (which includes, but by no means is limited to, writing about fucking)

#hannah answers asks #book recs

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mothsimonpendragon · 3 months

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Minor spoilers for Missing Link btw

What’s up with the whole twin thing in KHML?

So for anyone not in the know, in the Missing Link Beta we were introduced to two characters named Remus and Freya

The weird thing about them is their names. Both are from mythology, and both names come from a set of twins.

Remus is from the Roman myth about Romulus and Remus, the twins responsible for the founding of Rome.

Freya on the other hand is a Norse goddess with a twin brother named Freyr.

It can’t be a coincidence that Nomura named both of these characters after mythological twins. I’m curious to see where exactly the story is going with this. Aside from Strelitizia and Lauriam from Union X, there haven’t been any characters with siblings that we know of.

I’m also interested in what these names mean for these characters. Especially since if you know Roman mythology, Remus is killed by his twin brother. I know Nomura isn’t always faithful with mythology based names for his characters, look at Dark Road if you want an example, but it’s still interesting to think about.

I saw someone else suggest this, but one theory is that the twin stuff in ML will connect back to Luxu and Brain. We still don’t understand what this ending in Union X means:

Everything from Luxu possessing Brain, to this just being Brain taking on the mantle of Luxu’s apprentice has been proposed as plausible theories.

However, one theory is that this is just Luxu, and he happens to look exactly like Brain for some unknown reason. So the idea is that the twin references in Missing Link are harkening back to this idea, and implying that Brain and Luxu are twins in some capacity.

Idk, I think the idea has merit.

I’m just curious to see exactly what kind of story Nomura cooked up for Missing Link. The last two mobile KH games were absolutely crazy when it came to story.

#kingdom hearts #kingdom hearts missing link #khml #khml spoilers #khml theory #khml beta spoilers

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multiverse-imagines · 1 year

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I think about if I was vash travel buddy I would probably annoy him(or be entertaining) cause we just be walking In the desert and he’s like 🚶‍♂️and I’m like 💃 behind him cause I listening to 2000s pop music on an old iPhone that still miraculously works, just dancing to Beyoncé and one direction. Or tell him old mythological stories of gods and beasts and hero’s by the campfire. I probably be good entertainment for him.

A/N: Okay, I'm dying at this concept! I'm totally gonna make it a 160GB ipod Classic tho. It has a screen for video, and soooo much more space than a dinky old iPhone xD durable af too. I miss mine ;-; I'll probably increase the era of songs as well, because I'd be right there with you doing the same damn thing!

Lost Melodies

"Gonna make a move to a town that's right for me!" Vash watched you dance alongside him to the music playing through the headphones of your family's iPod, which had been passed down since before the space fahring age. You sang little "doots" to the electronic melody as the town you left behind disappeared from the horizon.

"Town to keep me movin' keep me groovin with some energy" the smile on Vash's face widened as you raised your hands up to chest height, "Well I talk about it, talk about it, talk about it, talk about it." You opened and closed your hands as if they were talking, "talk about, talk about, talk about mo-ooovin'!" You grooved, "Gotta move on!" You had shared this music with Vash before, as the two of you had taken turns listening to music on your iPod, and Vash's Walkman.

"A-Won't you take me to… FUNKY TOOOOOWN!" You belted out into the vastness of the desert. Vash loved it when you got lost in the music when your little group had to travel on foot through the desert. Granted, this caused you to drink more water than without the additional singing, but you had bought a second canteen so you had enough water to stay hydrated.

Wolfwood and Milly also found your little concerts entertaining, Meryl…. She had her limits. She was more interested in the Audiobooks of various Mythology the little iPod contained. Vash recalled a night where the five of you relaxed around a campfire, an Audio book of Norwegian Mythology playing through a speaker through the audio jack. It told stories of Gods that were long forgotten to Gunsmoke.

"Fair enough,” said Thor. “What’s the price?” “Freya’s hand in marriage.” “He just wants her hand?” asked Thor hopefully. She had two hands, after all, and might be persuaded to give up one of them without too much of an argument. Tyr had, after all. “All of her,” said Loki. “He wants to marry her.” “Oh,” said Thor. “She won't like that."

They listened to the story of the fortification of Asgard. He remembered the look of horror on Wolfwood and Meryl's face when the origin of Slepnir was mentioned. He remembered the cackle that erupted from your lips, knowing another mind was ruined by the fact that The All Father, Odin, rode his own nephew into battle.

"Your arms are my castle, your heart is my sky. They wipe away tears that I cry…" he tuned in long enough to hear you'd changed songs, and he caught your glance towards him at the lyrics. The blush on your face made you stutter the next lyrics, but he smiled sweetly towards you.

It was late In the evening when the two of you entered Warrens City. Vash needed another tune up from Mr. Marlon. Thankfully, your journey had been smooth sailing, and you two were soon cuddled up in their shared bed, sharing the earbuds as they watched a movie on the tiny screen.

"What do you have hidden in your pocket, Sophie?" The blonde man on the screen asked. The old woman, Sophie took a red piece of paper out of her pocket, and handed it to Howl. As the paper met with his fingertips, the paper caught fire, burning a carving into the table.

"Woah, scorch marks! Howl, can you read them?" Markle, the apprentice, asked.

"This is ancient sorcery." He mused while he caressed the table outside of the scorch marks.

"You who swallowed a falling star, O' heartless man, your heart shall soon be mine. That can't be good for the table." He shook his head.

"Ugh, this movie is so pretty." You mused, and you let your head rest on Vash's shoulder.

"It really is. I wish we had more than just this movie from that animation studio." Vash leaned his head against yours, a sweet smile across his face.

One night after Vash had gotten his gun back, You, Vash and Frank went for a drink at the bar. Frank insisted on a single drink, and Vash of course went overboard.

"Hey! Vash tells me you play the guitar. Why don't you play something for open mic night?" Frank gentured over to the little stage in the corner. An acoustic guitar sat in a stand, the bar's logo painted on the front.

After some thought, you agreed, and went over to the stage. You picked up the guitar, checking to see if it was tuned, and adjusting the microphone so you could be heard while sitting on a barstool. You strummed the guitar, as you sang the opening pitches before faking a throat clear,

"Hey baby won't you look my way? I can be your new addiction. Hey baby whatcha gotta say, all you're giving me is fiction." You sang, getting the attention of the bar,

"I'm a sorry sucker and this happens all the time, but I find out that everybody talks, everybody talks, everybody talks." You glanced over to Vash who was already enamored by your performance, pausing mid-chat with the newly arrived insurance girls,

"it started with a whispeerrrrr, and that was when I kissed herrrrrr. And then she made my lips huuuurrt. I could hear the chit chaaaaaat. Take me to your love shaaaack. Mama's always gotta back traaaaack , when everybody talks baaack!" Your voice gave a lovely vibrato to every long note.

You concentrated on singing for Vash, something you always did when you got nervous about singing around other people. Once your brain believed it was just the two of you, you could sway to the beat, and really let loose on your vocals. You loved spreading the power of music to the people of Gunsmoke, since you held such a rare and precious outer of music long gone.

It often made you wonder about the songs that didn't make it into this device. What genre were they? What did they sound like? You guessed unless you got a time machine that you would never know. You were thankful for what you did have, because you didn't know how the people of Gunsmoke lived without it.

End~

Songs used:

Funky town- Lipps Inc.

Every time we touch- Cascada

Everybody talks- Neon Trees

Audio books:

Norse Mythology by Neil Gaiman

Movie:

Howl's Moving Castle

#trigun #vash the stampede #trigun brain rot #vash x reader #music fic

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simplysparrow14 · 1 year

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Some Things That I Want / Some Predictions In The Atreus Spin Off Game* (In no particular Order)

*Please note that there had not been an offical announcement for the atreus spin off game, this is just me speculating because i'm currently in my "I-Miss-Atreus-Kratosson" hours

Let👏us👏ride👏the👏giant 👏fucking👏 wolf

Copious amounts of Mimir stories (particularly more Shakespeare or Arthurian legend stories)🥺

Angrboda being absolutely oblivious to any or all romantic advances by Atreus OR both Atreus and Angrboda both pinning so hard for each other but neither of them want to destroy their friendship because of it. 💛💙

Atreus confiding in Mimir or Kratos or any of the Norse fam about his crush on Angrboda.

LET ATREUS DREAM ABOUT HIS MOM AND HAVE MEMORIES WITH HER (one of the things i was so sad that they didn't address in Ragnarok was the fact that Kratos was dreaming about Faye, but not Atreus)

more Laufaye lore please. I need it!

Love Triangle???? (listen, you cant have an angsty teen/ Young Adult adventure without some sort of love triangle.)

A deeper dive into Giant society / magic

Let us meet some of Atreus maternal Giant family (namely grandparents)

Angrboda being Freya’s apprentice and doing cool witch of the woods stuff 🥺

Let the Celtic Pantheon be the exact opposite of the Norse Pantheon. Let them be chill and nice and actually decent gods until it’s revealed that they are indeed a little fucked up actually.

✨Playable Angrboda✨ I don’t care if you give her a stick as a weapon, let my artistic daughter beat the shit out of some gods

Let Sindri meet Angrboda. Angrboda could absolutely be the bridge between Atreus and Sindri reconciling with each other. Not to mention all of the cute moments Sindri could have with Angrboda and how she reminds him of Faye 🥺

One of the Celtic gods is played by David Tennet. this is mostly just to my own enjoyment because I would play good extra money to have David Tennet and Alister Duncan cuss each other out in their heavy Scottish accents.

WHOLESOME Kratos and Angrboda content (please SSM, I beg of you.)

LET SKJOLDR AND THRUD DATE

#god of war ragnarok #god of war #gow ragnarok #kratos #atreus #angrboda #mimir #freya #sigrun #thrud #skjoldr #gow

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mediawhorefics · 1 year

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✨📚 fav reads of the year 2022 edition

brokeback mountain // annie proulx ➡️ short story | romance | lgbt+ | 1960s

angels in america // tony kusher ➡️ theatre | lgbt+ | 1980s | hiv-aids

the normal heart // larry kramer ➡️ theatre | lgbt+ | 1980s | hiv-aids

bent // martin sherman ➡️ theatre | lgbt+ | 1930s | nazi germany

parfumerie // miklós lászló ➡️ theatre | 1930s | two retail coworkers who can't stand each other have yet to realise they've been falling in love with each other through anonymous letters.

the charm offensive // alison cochrun ➡️ romance | lgbt+ | tv reality inspired | discussions of mental health | dev is a helpless romantic who works as a producer on a bachelor-like reality tv show. when the show casts disgraced tech billionaire charlie, he couldn’t be further from the perfect prince charming the show needs. and yet, as dev helps him open up to the female contestants on the show, the two develop a strong bond that makes charlie question his sexuality and dev his professional ethic.

the binding // bridget collins ➡️ romance | historical fantasy | 19th c. | lgbt+ | santalone | in a world where books are dangerous objects containing people's painful memories they want to get rid of, emmet farmer is sent to become an apprentice to the local bookbinder after he had some sort of mental collapse.

the house in the cerulean sea // tj klune ➡️ fantasy | lgbt+ | contemporary | found family | standalone | 40 yo caseworker linus baker is given a special secret assignment to check out an orphanage of supposedly particularly dangerous magical children. linus has been a rule follower and someone who doesn't want to rock the boat his whole life, but the children and their caretaker make him reconsider previously held beliefs.

a marvellous light // freya marske ➡️ romance | lgbt+ | historical fantasy | edwardian england | himbo/bookworm pairing | robin blyth gets thrown into an unknown world of magic when a clerical error sees him filling the post of liaison between the regular world and a hidden magical society. there’s a lot to untangle: his predecessor disappeared under mysterious circumstances, his counterpart in the magical bureaucracy is prickly and cold, and he just got cursed for information he most definitely does not possess.

the bedlam stacks // natasha pulley ➡️ romance | lgbt+ | historical fantasy | 19th c. | magical realism | standalone | merrick tremayne is called upon by the india office to go on a dangerous expedition deep in peru to fetch quinine (essential for the treatment of malaria) despite the debilitating injury that almost cost him a leg. every expedition before his has yielded no results apart from dead bodies, but merrick has family history deep in the country so he goes against his better judgement. there, he meets raphael, a priest surrounded by strange stories of disappearances, cursed woods and living stones, and who might hold the key to his family's past.

i kisssed shara wheleer // casey mcquiston ➡️ ya fiction | romance | contemporary | lgbt+ | a month before graduation, chloe green's academic rival shara kisses her before disappearing. now, chloe is on a hunt for answers alongside unlikely allies.

the other merlin // robyn schneider ➡️ ya fiction | fantasy | arthuriana | retelling | bbc merlin meets a knight's tale but make it gay | years after her father's, legendary court wizard merlin, disappearance, emry takes her far less talented twin brother's place when he is summoned to camelot to train and become prince arthur's right hand wizard. studying magic properly is everything she hoped for, but posing as her brother isn't as easy as it seems. not to mention those sparks that are flying between her and arthur.

book lovers // emily henry ➡️ romance | contemporary | enemies to lovers | nora stephens is a big city cutthroat literary agent, the opposite of a laid-back, small-town, lovable romance novel heroine. which is why her sister drags her to the picturesque town setting of one of nora's client's books for a month-long holiday/life makeover. of course, once she's there she runs into charlie lastra, a no-nonsense book editor she knows (and loathes) from nyc.

v for vendetta // alan moore ➡️ graphic novel | science fiction | dystopia | alternate history | in a future british dystopian society, a shadowy freedom fighter, known only by the alias of "V", plots to overthrow the tyrannical government - with the help of a young woman.

time is a mother // ocean vuong ➡️ poetry | lgbt+

dracula // bram stoker ➡️ horror | gothic fiction | 19th c. | y'all know what this is about.

brotherhood // mike chen ➡️ star wars | anakin & obi-wan adventure set right after aotc

master & apprentice // claudia gray ➡️ star wars | qui-gon & obi-wan adventure set before tpm

padawan // kiersten white ➡️ star wars | 16 yo obi-wan heads out on his own for a solo mission in the midst of doubts about his master. and his pace in the order.

#books #book rec #lit stuff #about me

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diana-bookfairchild · 1 year

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@fluffbruary Day 19

“Merlin!” Merlin heard Arthur howl in his typical way. He rolled his eyes at Dindrane, pleased to see she didn’t look as nervous as she used to before whenever Arthur blasted his way through with all the subtlety of an unnerved horse.

“You should probably go see what he wants, Master,” she said instead, lazily flicking her hands so the doves switched to bees.

“Maybe later, when I’m in the mood to,” he grinned, leaning back. “Your illusions still need work. If I look closely, especially from behind, I can see that they’re too shadowy to be real.”

Dindrane sighed, pouting. “It’s hard. I don’t get how you can make perfect illusions of things you’ve never even seen.”

Merlin shrugged. He’d given up understanding his powers a long time ago. “I am Emrys, after all.”

“MERLIN!” Arthur’s voice sounded closer this time.

“Isn’t Emrys supposed to always be at the service to his king?” She asked amusedly, eyebrows furrowed. Her illusion slowly became more substantial.

“Whoever wrote those prophecies obviously didn’t predict how much of an annoying prat he’d be,” Merlin answered without any remorse, prompting a laugh. “Visualize every detail, Dindrane. Down to the sheen of their wings. We’ll work on illusions for the rest of the week, and then move onto healing.” He concluded the lesson, standing up.

“Thank you, Master.” She replied, standing up and grinning at him.

He smiled softly at her. “I’ve told you; you can call me Merlin.”

She laughed. “I’m sorry, but it was hard enough to stop calling you Your Majesty. I can’t really go below Master for the King’s Consort.”

“At least you’re not calling me Queen,” Merlin snorted, gathering up his papers and setting it on his table to deal with later. He couldn’t say he was upset at being able to put it off. He loved being Court Sorcerer and Arthur and Gwen’s consort, but the jobs came with way too much paperwork.

Dindrane giggled. “People call you Queen?”

“Unfortunately, they do,” A very familiar voice drawled. “Though apparently he can’t be bothered to come when the actual Queen and King are calling him.”

Merlin turned and grinned sheepishly. “Hi, Arthur.”

Arthur looked exasperatedly fond. “Hello, Merlin. Good to see you, Dindrane.” He acknowledged Merlin’s apprentice, who squeaked and looked like she was about to turn herself invisible accidentally.

“Y-you too Your Majesty,” she stammered. “I’ll – um. I’ll see you tomorrow, Master?”

Merlin nodded, still focused on the mess of his table, waving a hand holding a scroll, “Yep. Don’t forget to practice. We’ll meet on the Casting Grounds.”

“Okay. Thank you, Master.”

He heard her leave, but didn’t turn until arms wrapped around his waist abruptly, startling him.

“So what exactly ranks above your husband, the King of Albion?” Arthur asked, leaning his head on his shoulder and pressing light kisses on his neck. It sent a shiver down his spine. It wasn’t that he and Arthur weren’t physically intimate – for all that Merlin didn’t feel attraction, he loved intimacy as long as it was with Arthur and Gwen, or Freya. But Arthur was usually this casually affectionate only with Gwen. His and Merlin’s relationship leaned more towards the hot-and-heavy type, with banter and angering one another.

“Don’t call yourself the King of Albion, you’re only the leader,” he answered automatically.

“Same thing,” Arthur dismissed. “The other kings and queens listen to what I have to say, and apply it. They acknowledge me as the head.”

“Yeah, but that title won’t inflate your already large head and ego,” Merlin teased, forcing his hands to get back to working.

“You know what else doesn’t inflate my head? The fact that you come late when we’re meant to be decorating the nursery,” Arthur said dryly.

“Oh,” Merlin said, and his heart pounded. “Oh, Arthur, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. It’s just that Dindrane is progressing so well, and I lost track of the time—”

“I get it, Merlin, stop rambling,” he said, and his smirk softened into a smile. His thumb came up to brush the swell of Merlin’s cheek. He blinked up at him. “Put the papers down already, will you?”

“Why?” Merlin breathed. “Don’t want to kiss me while I’m holding onto work? D’you think you can’t distract me from it?”

Arthur scoffed. “Oh, I think I’m plenty distracting.”

“Yeah?”

“That sounds like a challenge, Merlin.”

There was a pause. And some scuffing. “Did it? How interesting.”

They collided with bruising force, kissing as though their lives depended on it. Arthur backed Merlin to the desk, kissing down his jaw and neck, and he was barely able to gasp out a spell to send his things to the couch before Arthur hoisted him onto the table, kissing him again.

“Distracting enough?” Arthur asked. He somehow managed to combine the authoritative look with the just-been-snogged one.

“Shut up, prat.” Merlin tugged him again, but before they could get to it, the sound of high-heels clacking against the stone floors resounded through the room.

Gwen pulled the doors open, obviously noting the disheveled state of both men. “If it isn’t my beloved husbands leaving me alone to go off and kiss like teenagers,” she said drily.

“Sorry, Gwen,” Merlin said cheekily. “I got held up with Dindrane and I was just about to come when Arthur distracted me.”

Arthur’s mouth fell open in betrayal. Gwen’s angry look softened, but she didn’t take her hands off her hips. “Of course you were, Merlin. Arthur, what do you have to say for yourself? You went to get him, not ravage him.”

“If we could ever get to the ravaging part,” Arthur muttered under his breath. Merlin elbowed him. “Er. That is to say, I mean, it was only a moment. We were coming up.”

Gwen hummed. “I don’t believe you.”

“You believed Merlin!” Arthur sputtered indignantly.

“Because Merlin’s story is believable, while yours isn’t,” Gwen replied, crossing her arms. Merlin sighed in relief. She was less mad, then. A pregnant wife wasn’t someone you wanted angry at you, even if Merlin was loads better than Arthur at apologizing and looking up at her with wide, innocent eyes that had never seen anything wrong and making it up to her.

“No, it’s because you love him more than me,” Arthur complained petulantly. “The two of you always gang up on me!”

“Us?” Merlin said, making the afore mentioned wide eyes. “Never!”

Gwen nodded vehemently. “What he said.”

Arthur pointed triumphantly. “See! Right now! You just did it again!”

Both of his partners laughed, going up and kissing him on the cheek.

“I’m still angry at both of you,” Gwen stated firmly.

“Of course you are, Guinevere,” Arthur said placatingly. “Shall we go up and decorate the nursery now?”

“Don’t say that just to get me off-topic!” Gwen snapped.

“Or we could not,” Merlin said, backtracking hurriedly.

Gwen closed her eyes, sighing. “Sorry. Of course we should. I’m just … so stressed. Elyan’s still out on patrol today, and the painters have been bothering me about what mosaic we want on the walls of the nursery—”

“They’ve been bothering you?” Arthur said. “I’ll fire them.”

“I vote for the dragon one,” Merlin said simultaneously. “Aithusa, particularly, not Kilgharrah the old cryptic asshole.” He looked at his husband, raising an eyebrow to imitate Gaius’ infamous gesture. “Arthur, you don’t need to fire everyone who irritates us.”

“Of course I do,” the king replied. “My partners – and my child—” his eyes softened as he looked at Gwen’s swelling stomach, “Deserve the best.”

“And we’ll get it,” Gwen said, smiling. She leaned her head on Arthur’s shoulder. Her hand came to rest protectively on her stomach. “They’ll certainly have the best fathers ever.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to test for paternity?” Merlin asked dubiously, looking between his spouses.

“Yes, of course!” Gwen exclaimed. “It doesn’t matter who’s the child’s father biologically. You’ll both be their parents.”

“But the council, and the court—”

“Even if we did do the test and they turned out not to be mine, the Council knows I’d still declare them adopted and name them my heir,” Arthur said impatiently. “They know better than to object.” He had a dark look on his face. Merlin and Gwen exchanged a look. Morgana and their father’s refusal to acknowledge her as his daughter while he was still alive was still a sore topic for him. They knew Arthur struggled with the thought of being like the father he’d idolized when he was a child – distant and cruel, openly loving only on occasions. “Besides, it’d be fairly obvious in a couple years. Heaven knows Merlin’s poor children would inherit his ears.”

“Hey!” Merlin cried. “They’d get to be a dragonlord too. How cool is that?”

“Not as cool as being royalty.”

“You keep telling yourself that.”

“I think they’re cute,” Gwen defended, interrupting. “And I know for a fact that you do too.”

Merlin laughed, turning on his husband gleefully. “You do?”

“No, I don’t!” Arthur said. “Guinevere!”

“Stop lying, Arthur,” Gwen tutted.

“Yeah, Arthur, don’t you remember being raked over the coals for that five minutes ago?” Merlin teased.

“And the two of you are doing it again,” Arthur said mournfully, shaking his head.

“Sorry, love,” Gwen laughed, leaning up and kissing him. Merlin watched, smiling. “But I’m afraid we’ll keep doing it.”

“I hate both of you,” Arthur sighed, but he was smiling. “And Merlin – there’s no way my child is having Aithusa on the walls of their nursery. The real thing’s a handful enough.”

“She’s sweet!” Merlin defended his first-born.

“She nearly ripped off Sir Rodney’s hand yesterday. And ruined the tiles of the roof. Again.”

“Sir Rodney was being terrible,” Gwen said. “Aithusa was right.”

“And it’s not like we can’t afford to replace the tiles,” Merlin said logically. “Since, you know. We rule the kingdom.”

“That is absolutely not the point, Merlin—”

“Besides, what else would you want for a mosaic in our kid’s room anyway?” Gwen asked.

“The forest,” Arthur said dreamily. “The greenery, the shrubs, the crouching, the waiting, the swiftness—”

“I swear, if you’re saying that hunting would be a better thing to display on the walls of a nursery than a dragon, you clotpole—”

“Still not a word, Merlin, are you really going to teach our child things like that?”

“You think they’ll come to a compromise?” Gwen asked the air. There was a silence, and she considered it carefully. “Nope. I don’t either. Best stop them now, then.”

“I’m going to the nursery,” she declared, picking up her skirts. “Feel free to join me when you’re done with your bickering *cough* foreplay,”

She started off, and immediately heard scrambling.

“I’m coming! Wait up, Gwen!”

“Guinevere, be careful! Wait for us!”

Smiling, she walked onto the nursery, her husbands falling into step with her, as always.

#fluffbruary #fluffbruary 2023 #bbc merlin #merlin bbc #mergwenthur #merwen #merthur #fluff #merlin emrys #gwen pendragon #arthur pendragon #fanfic #fanfiction #established relationship

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doctoriletyougotogalaxy · 11 months

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Freya Skarsgard

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She was sitting on the stairs of her father's workshop, reading her book, and, nibbling on the remaining parts of the apple she had already finished. Then, she felt uneasy when she saw the new apprentice of his father, because it was hard to act normal around strangers.

If she didn't die a couple years ago, her mother, who was a Ravkan, would be so happy and pleased to welcome a kid from her country. The apprentice was making her remember her mother, so the girl avoided getting together with the apprentice, unless when she had to, such as for breakfast, dinner, or when she had to help clean the workshop. The girl was already used to avoiding people and not establishing intimacy. She was alone since the day she fixed broken neck of her friend's doll, unaware of what she was doing. Her parents were always telling her to hide her powers but she was too young to understand why. Her friend was so sad and she just wanted to make her happy.

She was a durast, and if people learn this, they surely would try to kidnap her to Ice Court, here in Fjerda. So they moved across the country. Also, her father decided to teach her how to fight and shoot. To be honest, the world was dangerous for everyone, not just a girl like her.

Slowly, the girl and apprentice started to spend their free time together; they went to fishing, played piano, went to town and brought some candies, flew kites, watched puppet shows, practiced shooting (girl was better by far), practiced fencing (boy was invincible), talked about books they read, thought about flying ships and improved her dream project as if they could make it real. But her favorite was stargazing; some nights, if the sky was clear, they were going outside and lying on grasses, she was showing him her favorite constellations and telling their stories. The apprentice was finding those moments interesting because they were the only times that he was seeing her as chatty as him. He was polite, thanks to Djel; but he was also naughty, loud, chatty, and arrogant; and sometimes she was getting tired just because she was with him, and couldn't be sure if she was thankful for or regretting this friendship. At very special, rare moments, the apprentice was seeing the girl's true self, her bright, dizzying personality, like a light that leaking out from cracks of her shell and he was getting blinded by it when she was excited and happy. And he realized with amazement that he would do whatever it takes to see that light once again.

Suddenly, she just lived the most violent and terrifying night of her life. A group of Drüskelle soldiers killed her father while trying to get her and she ran away with the apprentice to save her life.

The apprentice knew that the girl was living the worst times of her life, he tried to comfort her and gave her some time for mourning. At some moments the girl could get her mind out of fogs of mourn, she was catching some tips about the apprentice's true identity. One day she asked him and wanted him to be honest; who was he, who was the boy that stayed at their home and eated their food for weeks? Who was the boy that she owe her life?

Turned out the apprentice was royal as much as a prince, and also he was loyal enough to not leaving his friend when they arrived to Novyi Zem. They educated by the gunsmith together. Her Grisha powers were definitely helping her to be successful and showing off to the boy. And in the end, when they finished their apprenticeships, their master offered her to stay with him as his permanent student. But the girl was feeling alone in this foreign country, so when the prince decided to service his country in a different way, she went with him.

Her interest in stars was so useful for navigation at high seas. She loved pirate books when she was growing up but this life style was not comfortable for her, but she could get used to. She did, actually she loved knotting the ropes, and keeping her balance when the waves rocking the ship was so fun, and chaos was definitely a thing for her. Not eating fish, no. Sometimes, she was thinking when she lied on her hammock, her parents wanted her to be safe, and now, she was definitely not safe. But she was happy, so wishing them to excuse her.

The girl spend years with rogue pirate crew and they took her lack of confidence, and timidness away. But she was still emotional and a little bit shy. Sometimes she was getting a burst of confidence and everyone was getting surprised. She could be seen pulling some ropes or standing at prow with a bright smile on her face while all crew was about to freak out at some chaotic moments such as a storm or running away from some other pirate ships.

She always thought that the prince was handsome as hell. When they were young, he was annoying, naughty, loud, chatty, arrogant as hell too; and he still is, actually. But it was not bothering her anymore. The prince was the girl's only friend after years of aloneness and he was understanding her need for her own space. To be honest, the girl was feeling amazing while she was out of her shell until she starts feeling too tired for even talking. The prince was there for helping her about cracking that shell. Like an amplifier. Amplifier for extraversion.

When they finally arrived Os Alta, she relieved. Because it was breaking her heart when she had to watch the prince and the sun summoner's actings to convince the people to their so-called relationship thorough all the way to Grand Palace. Finally, she was at somewhere she can distract her thoughts. There were many things to do, many Grisha to work with. Working for helping to designings of giant mirrored plates on the roof of Little Palace and construction of Kingfisher were taking all her time, she was barely sleeping actually.

The girl loved their friendships with The Sun Summoner and The Tracker. She wanted all her friends to be happy but they had to endure to things for their country.

They arrived Spinning Wheel. She was still a bit shaken but literally fell in love with this place. But there was no time to stop and admire. They immediately started to communicate with their allies and planning how to fight against forces of Darkling.

She did her best to forget how the prince turned into a monster. She didn't know when would she see him again, she didn't know if she could see him again. After they learn that The Tracker was Firebird, she wondered that how many more people would had to suffer in this war?

She wanted a Ravka, a world that people who was living on it won't suffer anymore. She was going to stand by the King and support him to create a Ravka in peace. Of course it would took some time and wouldn't be easy but she was willing to see what they could do for this world.

#Original character #grishaverse #shadow and bone #siege and storm #ruin and rising #nikolai lantsov #nikolai lanstov x reader #durast #sturmhond

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moondal514 · 10 months

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Just Leave a Comment Fest 2023

I was too disorganized to post daily totals but my final overall comment total for the @justleaveacommentfest was: 56

Which, considering how busy my week was, isn’t half bad

Thought I’d make a fic rec list of a few of the fics I read (reread in some cases), loved, and commented on that were on theme for each day of the fest

Day 1: old/new fics

Fandom: All For the Game

Don't Speak Against the Sun by zeffyamethyst

adversus solem ne loquitor.

Sometimes it's not about winning, but how you play. Other times it's about doing whatever it takes to come out on top. Like, literally on top because Sarah enjoys holding Tish down.

The iconic 1st ever aftg fic that inspired Nora to create Laila and Alvarez

Fandom: All For the Game

The Love We Unravel by fullyvisible/ @fullyvisible

Jeremy deserves a comfortable, safe life; Jean knows he can't give it to him - and neither can Kevin. But they don't consider whether Jeremy thinks they're a risk worth taking.

Excellent KereJean angst

Day 2: <2k words

Fandom: Mo Dao Zu Shi

dam wei ying your bobbies by Yuisaki

"Are you even seeing my nipples?"

Lan Zhan's hand is still pressed to Wei Ying's chest. The nipple in question is poking at the center of his palm. Possibly where his lifeline is, which is an unspeakably cruel piece of irony and the fact that kindness is dead in the world. "I see them," says Lan Zhan instead.

At the banquet after the Grand Prix, Lan Zhan measures the circumference of Wei Ying's chest, among other things.

Will never be able to look at donghua!yiling laozhu ever again without thinking of this fic and cackling

Fandom: Six of Crows

honey to taste by alltheworldsinmyhead/ @alltheworldsinmyhead

"She reaches up and rests her hand lightly on the nape of his neck, pulling him towards her.

“Let’s not go anywhere today,” she says. “Write me down in your calendar, Dirtyhands. I’m yours for the weekend.”

Some gorgeously written post-canon Kanej

Day 3: au’s

Fandom: Mo Dao Zu Shi

notes on a rivalry by HeylookGiraffes/ @heylookgiraffes

“Ooo,” he says, turning the stand towards him. “‘Card-bored for cardboard ensemble,’ that’s original. Might as well write a dedication with that title.”

“You’re not even in music,” Jiang Cheng hisses under the background of voices arguing.

Nie Huisang raises an eyebrow and pulls out a French horn. In the front of the room, Wei Wuxian’s voice rises.

“I’ve never seen you use that,” says Jiang Cheng.

“I’m a man of many mysteries.”

Wen Qing turns around. Her rubberband and cereal box guitar creaks ominously in her hands. At her glare, the two of them fall silent just in time to hear Lan Wangji say, cool as a cucumber:

“It is no wonder that Wei Ying never writes for real instruments, since he can barely write for ones of his own creation.”

Nie Huisang looks like Christmas has come early. “This is even better than I imagined.”

Literally the exact modern composers au I was dying to read after I finished the MDZS novels

Fandom: All For The Game

Into The Deep by Fortheloveofexy/ @fortheloveofexy

Neil Josten stares at the large building in front of him, his mouth twisted into a small frown.

Yesterday, Browning had handed him a manila folder containing his new name, his new life. Included in that file had been a note, the same slightly crumpled note he’s holding in his hand now, with the name of his new employer.

Foxhole Aquarium. Ask for David Wymack

Absolutely iconic mer au

Day 4: rarepair/platonic

Fandom: BBC Merlin

The Shoemaker by fleete

Historical magical AU. In turn-of-the-century Glastonbury, Freya Lake is the headmistress of an orphanage for magical children. And despite all the seers’ dire warnings, Freya is happy; her infatuation with the shoemaker’s apprentice—who may or may not be a girl underneath his shirt and trousers—is slowly coming to a head. But then a woman claiming to be Morgan Le Fay shows up on the orphanage steps, demanding to see Emrys, and Freya is forced to rearrange her priorities.

Fun fact: this fic was one of the 1st portrayals of an genderqueer character I ever read and so rereading it years later made me quite unexpectedly emotional and I’m glad I got to fix my crime of having not left a comment on it before

Fandom: Good Omens

Should Old Acquaintance Be Forgot by xylodemon/ @xylodemon

In which Crowley starts over. Again, and again, and again

Hilarious and fantastic read

Day 5: try something new

Fandom: Mo Dao Zu Shi

work song (crawl home) by animediac/ @jaywalkers

Jiang Cheng looks at Nie Huaisang curled up on his bunk, covered by a spare set of Yunmeng Jiang robes, and something inside him remembers the stories of soldiers coming home to their lovers.

Chengsang is a ship that never would’ve occurred to me on my own (prob cuz I haven’t watched cql) but if anyone could convert me to it, it would be Róisín and this fic is of course gorgeously written

Fandom: Black Mirror: Bandersnatch

The Pleasure Principle by fluorescentgrey/ @yeats-infection

"You weren't exactly starting from square one on the road to madness."

So I have watched exactly one Black Mirror episode (and it wasn’t this one lol) but Gen is such a talented writer that I would prob love reading even her grocery lists so it’s no surprise I love this fic despite my unfamiliarity with its canon

Loved this fest, will continue to comment on fics as I have been doing. Much love to fic writers out there, thank you for sharing all your work and talent <3

#fic rec list #fic rec #aftg #mdzs #good omens #bbc merlin #black mirror #just leave a comment fest #soc

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liberationtheology · 10 months

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Sometimes I imagine the sun striking midday will drop in a hand’s motion and smite me. Confess your crime: mine is to love like the craftsman’s apprentice who never dirties her hands in acting. My dad’s is arguing. In the debate about the divine watchmaker, he lists mutating viruses, parasitic worms, the test runs of extinction and I say if God exists, I think they might be a whale. Unfathomed and wildering. No cogs and quick fingers. Just this warm-blooded, blubbered God on a migration path I can’t follow. Perhaps this is because if God sung a song, I am certain it would cover

vast distances. It would be peaceful as weeping and if whales could cry, God would. They say God saw the world and it was good but this is omniscience tangled in ghost gear, surfacing through oil slicks, starving for sustenance in a sea brought to simmer. We barrel into God at 25 knots and God swallows it – our loneliness and toothbrushes, bitterness and broken sandals, so when we send up plankton bloom prayers God has no room to stomach them, becomes deaf to all but military sonar, seismic surveys and this: the waterlogged clock, the leaking battery, the alarm ringing in God’s gut.

—Freya Bantiff, 'God the Whale'

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xviruserrorx · 7 months

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Merlin Tags

#bbc merlin

Seasons:

#merlin s1 : 1x01 - 1x02 - 1x03 - 1x04 - 1x05 - 1x06 - 1x07 - 1x08 - 1x09 - 1x10 - 1x11 - 1x12 - 1x13

#merlin s2 : 2x01 - 2x02 - 2x03 - 2x04 - 2x05 - 2x06 - 2x07 - 2x08 - 2x09 - 2x10 - 2x11 - 2x12 - 2x13

#merlin s3 : 3x01 - 3x02 - 3x03 - 3x04 - 3x05 - 3x06 - 3x07 - 3x08 - 3x09 - 3x10 - 3x11 - 3x12 - 3x13

#merlin s4 : 4x01 - 4x02 - 4x03 - 4x04 - 4x05 - 4x06 - 4x07 - 4x08 - 4x09 - 4x10 - 4x11 - 4x12 - 4x13

#merlin s5 : 5x01 - 5x02 - 5x03 - 5x04 - 5x05 - 5x06 - 5x07 - 5x08 - 5x09 - 5x10 - 5x11 - 5x12 - 5x13

Characters:

Extra: knight!merlin | shade!lancelot | enchanted!arthur | enchanted!gwen |

Ships: (that I know of)

Arthur: #arlance | #arlyan | # armor | #arwen

Elyan:

Gwaine: #gwaincelot | #gwainevere

Gwen:

Leon:

Lancelot:

Mordred:

Morgana: #morgwen |

Percival: #perwaine | #perlyan |

| #geon | #morgal | #morra

Poly ships:

#merwaincelot | #mergwenthur | #mergwainthur | #merlyanthur |

Group Tags:

pendragon house

pendragon siblings

smith siblings

knights of camelot

people of the old religion

awotc

#masterlist #in which virus keeps forgetting her tags and so she makes a post to cross-reference 👍#but also tumblr keeps being weird with tags lately so im trying to see if i can get a workaround with this #also i would like to mention the pairs are simply organized by what i see most on my dash #is arwen anywhere near merthur in terms of ao3? no but does it take up a lot of my dash? yes

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