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merinate · 5 months

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#merin’s talking

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agi-ppangx · 6 months

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if i made a side blog with lots of rambling and shitposting, would anyone follow me there ??🤔

#i kinda feel like i do too much shitpost here #and i want this blog to be more fics less talking #what do you think ????#- 🌱𖥻 [ merin's random hours ]

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fluffypotatey · 2 years

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YO, speaking of Stronk Gwen, think she ever picked Arthur up, too? Not bridal carry or anything, but when they go for a hug, she gets him around the waist and picks him up for a second in Max Hug?

Arthur would fucking DIE.

(She has 110% carried Merlin before, esp. skinny S1 farmboy Merlin.)

oh no question

sure, merlin was taller than her but gwen totally held him up by the scruff of his neck when he wasn't taking care of himself.

arthur tho??? mister "raised with traditional/toxic masculinity values" getting carried by his wife who isn't breaking a sweat???? call a physician because he is dysfunctioning. man's already had a thing for people who stood their ground and showed themselves to be strong of heart. but you carry him??? you life him like he's a sack of potatoes???? gone. that man is gone for you

y'all saw how he looked at percy the first time

like lancelot walks in, coming in hot, with this beefcake and arthur

well

post by @scionofgwenpendragon

arthur is shook™️ (edit: see pic above ^ as proof) by this gentle giant who can crush him. so i am 100% a firm believer that after the first time picked up arthur, he was all for it. and yeah, it was just so she could keep him close, but when she places him back down he is floored.

gwen: you ok?

arthur: hm? yeah, yeah, yeah. i'm good, very good. in fact, could you do that again?

just...my boy would be weak in the knees the moment gwen lifts him off the floor (a good thing too since he wouldn't be able to stand, so good thinking on gwen's part).

anyway, in summary, arthur is weak for strong willed and physically people (those people being merlin, gwen, percival, lancelot--)

#ok uh i had more to say about this than i thought #did i derail a bit? that's possible #do i regret it? no #moral of the story: arthur likes being carried send tweet #gwen loves carrying people new headcanon just dropped come and get it #arthur will still carry gwen because he loves treating her like a princess and will dote on her in a way she adores #gwen quite enjoys being the one who's carried from time to time #anyway #they're very cute and mushy gushy and all that #bbc merin #headcanons #arwen #there is slight merwenthur but i mostly focus on arwen #derailed to talk about percival and arthur's mini bi panic moment #which same arthur i relate; i too would stop functioning if someone who could crush me with their arms gave me the sweetest smile #arthur pendragon #gwen #sir percival #asks #edit: thank you scionofgwenpendragon for letting me use your post as evidence it has improved my 'essay' immensely

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miserywizard · 2 years

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if i ever finish this book i will finally do an annotated arc, not because i think there's a soul in the world that would want that (there isn’t), but because i want to point out every moment the love interest coolly leaves a scene and the protagonist thinks 'huh. can't read them. like a still pool of water' but they're actually around the corner having a panic attack.

#how ELSE do you respond to the girl you were in love with falling out of the fucking sky #and into the isolation nightmare tower you've built yourself by way of self harm magic radiation #you've spoken to no one in three years and now you're supposed to talk to HER????#jesus writing these tags i really dumped all my problems on merin they did not deserve that

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cartoonrival · 6 months

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HEY YOU Hit me with some Julie Su propoganda cuz I'm mostly lukewarm on her character and don't know all that much about her.

OK OK ... well baseline info she's the daughter of dark legion general luger, and half sister of lien-da and kragok, who are twins and both high ranking legion soldiers. when their mother (merin-da) died and luger remarried, ld and kragok hated his new wife (julie-su's mother) (mari-su) so bad they orchestrated her death, info which was they kept on the DL for a long time until js eventually found out about it. memory situation, js is raised by other folks who actually love her and doesn't learn who her blood family is until later. she joins knuckles because she feels inexplicably drawn to him (soul touch) (echidna soulmates) so she defects from the legion to join the chaotix. the soul touch thing sucks and i hate it but this is how it goes. ill talk about my au version of her at the end lol bc things ive built on top of canon are part of the reason why shes one of my fave charas in the series lul

ANYWHO i honestly find it pretty frustrating when people talk about js as just being pink knuckles, shoehorned into the story to give knuckles an obligatory girlfriend, because it really demonstrates that they like. weren't paying a lick of attention to anything because she genuinely has a LOT of personality but since people just go in anticipating anything penders touched to suck they don't even bother to think about her for longer than half a second.

js fills a niche that, imo, could always use filling, especially with regards to girl characters, which is to say shes a well meaning asshole. shes incredibly blunt, she's pessimistic (immediately assumes knuckles must be dead when enerjak returns and they cant find him, tells knuckles not to search a fallen ship that his mother was on because shes probably dead and she doesnt think he'd want to see that). shes terrible at handling interpersonal conflict (knuckles confesses to her that he feels guilty and stressed over all the pressure put on him as guardian and she scolds him and says "this isn't just about you", which results in a minor shouting match when she really had zero intention of starting an argument), she's almost constantly beefing with vector (tbf its because hes sexist he refuses to see past her history as a member of the dark legion). these might suond like cons but i love characters like this LOL and they fit especially well in archie where people love to get mad at each other and make dumb mistakes and it just feels very genuine and interesting and endearing to me. shes rough and difficult but she's also DEEPLY loyal. she'd die for knuckles and the chaotix and the way she interacts with them always makes me soooo ........ im just gonna give some examples i can find.

(knuckles is on the phone with her)

^ this was the genuine conclusion of an argument they had and im obsessed with it because both of them suck with emotions so they both give the worlds strangest apology and know that the other means it and they move on. plus putting her arm in front of SHADOW THE HEDGEHOG while theyre confronting eggman even after watching him CHAOS BLAST, primarily because she feels like this is more her fight than his (its about knuckles).

theres def more and i could find them if i was more on top of archie but unfortunately im #narutopilled rn. BUT ANYWAYS. shes just a very fun character with a messy personality and fun interactions and she loves her buddies sm even tho she bickers with them. shes just very special. she fits well with knuckles in a way that makes their relationship actually feel plausible instead of just forcing him to have a girlfriend (tho ofc the writing is fumbled sometimes like. ITS ARCHIE. bffr. but thats the case with literally everything ever in archie so you take what you can and its amazing). also see below. BASED AS FUCKKKKKKK

and ill discuss my au briefly bc u r asking me my opinion on js and that does play a large role in how i feel abt her, but rly im just expanding on elements of her story that werent discussed as fully as i wouldve liked. her relationship with lien-da is obviously BAD in canon, but theres not a lot of time spent lingering on precisely how lien-da and kragok feel about julie-su as the product of their fathers second marriage to a woman they KILLED because they hated her so much. ive also given her much more internal strife over turning away from the legion, originally joining the chaotix planning to betray them from the inside then being slowly convinced to join them for real after realizing how much she'd been brainwashed by the legion and what its like to have people who truly love and care about you. her story as someone who is trying to find herself outside of her history as a child soldier is something that TOTALLY deserves to be expanded on and its a bit sad that it wasnt explored. but i mean really im not changing her actual PERSONALITY at all because as i discussed shes oozing with it.... im honestly never going to make the full comic i wanted to so at some point im just going to compile all the lore and concept art and stuff into one big post to share. but thats like a spoiler free taste.

she also has a gun. which is fucking awesome because not enough sonic characters have guns. people make shadow the guy with a gun but he hasnt been seen with one since shth. hello....

#asks157 #sth #archie sonic #julie su the echidna

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heaven-s-black-box · 6 months

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- the jedi all go to the same temple, in this au the jedi religion is no different then being Jewish, Muslim, Christian, ect.

- Caleb and Cal are neighbors, they've been besties since kindergarten (I refuse to separate these two, they are now a pair)

- Caleb's nickname is Kanan

- masters= parents (adopted or bio, a few exception cases like Ahsoka and Ani, Obi wan and Ani, ect.)

- obi wan is qui gon's bio kid, Anakin was adopted

-Ahsoka is adopted by plo koon

- while I would love to include all clones, last time I tried that I fried my modern AU, so here's a more edited list with my faves

- Jango had Boba and Omega

- Rex and Cody are brothers, they're boba and omega's cousins

- the bad batch(quintuplets) + domino twins are brothers and are boba and omega's first cousin once removed (so Jango's aunt/uncle's kids)

- pretty much everyone in the fett family joins the military to some degree

-Bd-1 is Cal's small dog, C3P0 is a golden retriever (or possibly a service dog for Ani due to childhood trauma) and R2 is a cat (maybe a tuxedo), Chewwie is one of those big super fluffy dogs, Chopper is a ginger cat, and Jar Jar is Padme's overly excitable yippy dog (couldn't decide on a breed)

- Hera and Kanan eventually adopt a wolf dog they name Dume, Chopper hates sharing attention

- Kanan adopts Ezra

- Sabine is related to Bo-Katan and Satine (somehow, I know she's the same clan so extended family!)

- After meeting clan Wren (I am writing this as I watch Rebels) I have decided Ursa was Satine and Bo-Katan's adpoted first cousin once removed

- Hera is totally Airforce, like I feel like that's the closest to her role in rebels, her and Kanan met in highschool

- their song, which later became their first dance at their wedding, is "Ain't no mountain high enough"

- Zeb is another friend of theirs from highschool, he was a year or two younger

- Zeb is a security guard, Ezra is an animal conservationist (see him and Loth wolves), his parents had a radio show where they talked about endangered species

- Kanan is a firefighter (because irony) and Cal is an elementary school teacher who is in charge of his school's fencing club

- in this au Kanan's injury comes from a job, once he's blinded he joins Ezra in his work

- Cere is a highschool music teacher, Merin is a history teacher who also has an elective cultures course, and Greez is a freelance pilot who's business is definitely totally 100% legal(/s aka he takes some shady jobs)

- Cere and Greez are neighbors, Merin works at the same school as Cere, and she meets Cal through her

- Din obviously adopts Grogu at some point, and Luke volunteers at the temple's Sunday school which is where he meets them(???)

- I feel like Luke would own a martial arts school, Leia becomes a politician like her mum, Anakin would be a robotics engineer

- Satine is prime Minister of Mandalore, Bo- Katan is either military or lawyer (she strikes me as the lawyer type), Sabine was going to join the military but ended up pursuing an artistic career, Korki wants to go into politics like his aunt

- Mandalore works like the u.s where it's a bunch of small countries a trench coat, except they're more functional... mostly

- Obi wan is either a social worker (helping other kids like Anakin) or some kind of diplomat, he only became a diplomat cause he took a few classes to spend more time with a cute international student *cough* Satine *cough* and found he was good at diplomacy

- Plo Koon and Ahsoka are body guards/ security, Plo has his own company, Ahsoka started as being in charge of marketing (I consulted my mom for Ahsoka's job and she suggested marketing because she's so bubbly)

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kats-chaotic-wonderland · 5 months

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The tiny town of Merin Falls [Part 1]

(this is repost of my original reddit story so it's still structured for reddit. TW: mentions of blood, violence, gore, assault, and stalking. Nothing too graphic, but this is the set up for a horror story.)

Today had been a pretty slow day, so when I eventually found myself on Reddit, I whittled away my shift by reading through some of the posts in this particular sub. As I was on some post, about fifteen stories in, my coworker pointed out that some of the stuff we've seen would probably be interesting for some of you here. He suggested that I put a few of the more...bizarre? Creepy? I guess horrific? Stories about weird shit that happens in our small new England town.

So, as I'm sure you've heard before, I'll start by saying I live in a small town. It's settled in the northeast, a ways up from the Bridgewater triangle, and on the hill above a small bay. It's old, and has a history of witch trials and war battles. If you've ever seen a horror or Hallmark movie you've seen a town just like it. From calm summers to colorful falls, with old Victorian homes settled in old neighborhoods, complete with soccer moms and honor roll kids. This place is chock full of the American dream.

For context, we're small for this area. Like really small. One school, town square, a few neighborhoods, some mom and pop shops. We have a few docks down at the bay, but nothing bigger than a small motor boat. We do have one guy who lives on his boat, but it's a single room ship. Officially our population is about 1000-1500 on a good year. Unofficially, we stand about 2000 consistently. We'll talk about why at a different time, for now I just wanted to put it in your mind how small we're actually talking.

This place looks and operates like a normal New England town on the surface. Of course, I wouldn't be here if it actually did. There's a lot wrong with this tiny town of Merin Falls.

I spent a while today rolling around in my brain for what story really works for a start. See, we get a lot of weird, dangerous, unexplainable stuff out here. But starting off with true horror is a bit of a challenge. After six years, and for some other reasons, I’ve become a bit numb to some of what happens here. Not all, but some, and the ones that stick with me really aren’t something I want to dredge up just yet. But after some thought, I settled on one that I think will serve as a good look into what living here is like.

The day in question was a pretty typical day, maybe four or so years ago? I had gone into work, had a total of four customers. I remember because Iian still has a polaroid of each one tucked away and dated in his portfolio. This is one reason I started to hang around with him, his need to take way too many photos means I have easy access to memory triggers. But we’ll talk about that on a different day. For now all that matters is I had four customers. Holly Baker, came in the early hours right at open, she bought three binders, a sharpie, and a roll of yellow duct tape. I rang her up with no issue, my coworker Iian took her photo as she was checking out. She left and we were dead until around four o’clock. That was when Mrs. Miller came in with her rat dog and her spineless husband.

Mrs. Silvia Miller, is a rather irritating thorn in my side. From my first day working here she’s come in at least once a week in order to make snide comments about my appearance or moral choices, and make laughably bad attempts to return items she never purchased. She’s every retail worker's nightmare. (And no, unfortunately this is not the story about her being a horrible monster) Her antics have gotten so bad over the past six years that we have rules specifically for her. I’ll explain them in more detail in a later post, but she’s not allowed to shop when it’s just me on shift. We do not accept returns from her. Ever. And all of her receipts have a stamp that says “Non returnable. All sales are final.” These rules extend to her husband, a short stumpy man who looks like a frog next to his witch of a wife. As well as her kids, on the off chance they take the time to visit the old crone.

I remember this interaction clear as day, without the need for a trigger. Silvia had come in ranting and raising holy hell about some folders she had purchased from Arthur, on a day when I wasn't working. I listened to her diatribe as she gestured rapidly with her free hand, her faux pearl bracelet looking like it was going to snap off her knobby wrist. After five or so minutes I just stopped her, took her receipt, and pointed at the massive hot pink stamp that was glowing in the black light. With a look that I can only describe as, complete and utter entitled bitch bafflement, the look a Karen gets when the manager doesn't give them free stuff. She turned up her crooked hooked nose and snatched the receipt. Then she turned on her heels, a cheap pair from the thrift shop, of which she had painted the soles red with what I can only assume was cheap spray paint. Then with the fury of a western wind, headed for the door in a huff. Her shaking bug eyed rat and amphibious husband in tow. The former clutched in her cheaply manicured claws, and the latter being dragged by the scruff of his threadbare suit. The Millers are what you would call high class white trash.

The third customer was a guy I can't remember, but since Iian has a photo with the same date, I'm gonna assume he was there. From the photo, I can see he was an inch or so taller than me, gaunt face with some dark stubble, thin lanky limbs, and curly dark hair down to his shoulders. He was wearing some casual shorts and a tee shirt, and….round Ozzy Osbourne sunglasses indoors….for some reason. What strikes me as off on this one, is we have a lot of photos of him, but Iian doesn't remember ever taking them. And, for my weird memory issues, I can't bring up a single image of him in my mind if I'm not looking at a photo. It's like he just blinks from existence when we look away. There's a lot of photos of him actually….I wonder if he’s a regular? I’ll check the cameras for him at some point.

The last customer came in just before close. I call her Thelma, but I don’t actually know her name. She’s not local, but she is a regular. For whatever reason she drives out to this podunk to buy her music sheets from us. Thelma is always dressed in a similar outfit, just different colors and patterns. Always a top with 3/4 sleeves, a skirt that fits her closely but not tight that ends at the ankle in a ruffle. Sunglasses, sometimes she keeps them on. And her wiry gray hair is always up in some clip ponytail, updo thing. The top is always solid or stripes, and the skirt is always some kind of floral. Her shoes are either sandals, heels, flats, or sneakers. I wish I had more to say about her, but she never says much. Just comes in, wordlessly gets her blank sheets, checks out, pays cash, and bails. She did the same thing that day. Not a word more than needed, sunglasses on the whole time. Have I mentioned my store is lit up mostly by black lights? Yeah she makes no sense to me. But she doesn’t cause problems so I like her well enough. After Thelma left Iian and I cleaned up, locked up, and he headed home. We waved as I was taking my key from the door. We go in opposite directions, save for the off day when he walks my way with me so he can stay with Ryan for the night. That night was not one of those nights.

So there I was walking alone. It was a warm night and I was in a pretty good mood after everything that day. I’d made it a good six blocks when a car pulled up next to me. They rolled up real slow and kept pace with me. I didn’t give them any attention. Instead the hand on my opposite side was reaching for the knife I keep on my belt. I have a few on me at all times, I lived on the road for a while before I landed here. You figure out a lot about how to keep yourself safe in places like truck stops and roach motels. My knives won't save me from a bullet, learned that the hard way. But guns are rare in this area, instead kidnapping and other person on person crime is higher. But when they rolled their window down and I heard a whistle, my eyes just rolled.

Travis Heartly was the star of the football team back when he was in high school, now he was a community college drop out who could not understand the word no. Or fuck off. Or I will stab you and not feel bad in the slightest. He’d taken a liking to me just a few weeks after I had moved to Merin Falls. Unfortunately for him, I had sworn off guys. Not love, just guys. After getting abused three times in a row, I realized that me and guys romantically just don’t work. Travis didn’t get the memo apparently. He would come into my shop, near daily, and ask me out. Waste my time with his small town bragging. Act like a general Neanderthal. When Luther finally had enough and banned him from the store, he just started waiting outside for me to leave. Wait in my favorite coffee shop, bar, library, you name it he stalked it. His car was an old beat up sedan his mom gave him. He cleared out the back and put a bed in there. Needless to say that didn’t help his case when he busted into the shop excited to show me his new ride.

This car he was in however, was a rather nice Lexus. He was still beside me, calling out for my attention. I of course would not be giving him any. So he opted instead to move up the block and park right in the next street I needed to cross. Because of this move, the idiot gave me enough time to pull my larger blade from my boot. It's a good three inches longer than the belt knife, and an inch broader. See, my boots are clunky steel toed work boots. I don’t really need them, but old habits die hard, and hold big knives. I stopped a few yards away as he got out. We were close in age, though he had a good two years on me, but I had about six inches on him so I guess we're even. Still, after his flunk out, he’d taken up booze and dropped his work out. So his once toned body was slowly fading into the start of a beer belly and unkempt stubble.

He closed the door and leaned against the car,”Hey! How was work?”

“Leave me alone Travis.”

His expression dropped,”Come on, what did I do? Was it the roses? Look I just thought maybe-”

“Oi.” I cut him off, ”Shove it. I’m not interested. Now beat it.”

“Come on Am.” his voice was pitiful. He had his choice of girls when I moved here. He was pretty, young, fit, and locally famous. But when he clung to the freaky new girl, they all moved on after a year or so. A fair amount of his classmates were hooked up with someone new. Iian liked to gossip about his school a lot at work. In a small place like this most of the kids never really leave. But, his problems weren’t my issue.

“Move.” I ordered

He was looking at me like I’d just kicked a puppy.

“Fine.” I started to cross to the far side of the street. He panicked and ran toward me, closing the distance in a moment as he grabbed my upper arm. He'd learned not to try and grab my forearm. I always hold my knives down, with the bunt to my arm, blade out. In the event I need to block, or get grabbed from behind it's quicker to defend myself. Think Rambo or Hunter from the bad batch. Say whatever you want, but it's saved me more times than I want to admit.

“Wait!” he pleaded,”Please just one chance! I promise, I can-”

I ripped my arm away and rounded around with my free hand. The fist collided with his nose, I felt a crunch and heard a bone snap. Travis stumbled back and grabbed his now gushing nose. Tears welled and fell in rivulets as he looked at me in shock.

“I told you not to fucking touch me.” I spat and stepped back several feet. I kept my eyes locked on him and my guard up,”Try that shit again and I’ll do worse than break your nose. When a woman tells you no for two straight years, believe me she is not going to change her mind dumbass.”

He just looked at me, tears and blood running down his face. I’d always told him no. No maybes, no waffling. Always a direct no. And I’d put up with his stalking, but he’d never touched me before. This time he crossed a line he hadn’t realized was there. The look in his eyes was either rage, or passion. And I really didn’t want to know which. He’s the kind of guy who wants a woman to ruin his life. I guess he thought I would fit that bill.

He was right, but not in the way he wanted.

This standoff lasted for maybe a minute before headlights came slowly up behind us. Travis made the connection before I did. He saw the red and blues and bailed off into his Lexus. I watched him peel out from where he had been. I didn’t move until officer Lison parked and stepped out of his car. I lowered my knife and slid it into my boot as he walked over to me.

“Amber? Was that Travis I just saw?” he asked, he sipped on his coffee, getting a few drops caught in the edge of his salt and pepper mustache.

I turned and rubbed my hand, it was bruising from where I had punched him,”Yeah. He tried to grab me when I went to walk away this time.”

“Shit.” Lison chuffed with a bushy browed scowl,”What an ass.”

His reaction was so flippant, I just...I busted out laughing,”That’s all you got Boris?”

“What?” he asked confused,”He is. Plus he’s getting thrown in lock up tomorrow anyway.”

This made my laughter stop, it was my turn to be confused,”What did he do now?”

Another sip of his coffee,”Grand theft auto.” he shrugged,”Lexus was stolen from a lot east of town. That's why I stopped.”

“You’re kidding.” I asked slack jawed.

“Nope. I don’t think he even realized he was on camera.”

“So what? He just took it in hopes of a date night?”

“Looks like it if he was here for you. He’s a desperate man.” he shook his head,”Wanna lift home?”

I thought about it for a second,”Sure. Thanks Boris.”

We hopped in his cruiser, and made light conversation for a few blocks. Three blocks from my house though, a call came over the radio. Some mix of cop lingo and garbled static that I couldn't really understand. He did though, Boris looked concerned and stopped the car. He gave me a look I couldn’t really place,”Look, kiddo. I gotta respond on this one, but it’s back that way,” he gestured behind us,”It’s an all night type deal. Are you good for the last few blocks?”

I nodded,”Yeah, you go do what you gotta man. Thank you for the help, and the ride.”

“Any time Amber.” He nodded, his face looked a bit forlorn,”You should be safe from here, but be careful.”

“Always.” I smiled as I slid out of the cruiser, my boots hit the pavement and I walked behind the car to the sidewalk. Boris took off a moment later, back down the way we had come.

I should have asked how he knew Travis wasn’t around. I know now that's what he meant when he said I was safe. The look in his eyes should have clued me in, but I just figured it was part of whatever call he had gotten. I was right. Doesn’t make it easier for him though.

He’d get six calls of the same nature that night. And he wasn't the only one, a total of twenty eight similar calls came in one after another. None of them could be explained. He still blames himself for the two that survived, and the rest that didn't.

Boris Lison had lived in Merin Falls his entire fifty seven years of life. And he’d known Travis for all twenty one years of his. He’d been close with the football star's grand dad. But after his spiral, the officer just felt bad for the kid. That made it hard for poor Boris to pick him up off the pavement that night. The official story was that he crashed the Lexus into the retainer wall because of his erratic behavior. Some of the officers even insinuated that it was on purpose after my rejection and breaking his nose. That he had finally snapped and tried to end it all. Claiming mental illness was easier than trying to explain the gaping hole in his chest. Or how he had been dragged out of the car through the back windscreen. How he ended up a good half mile from the car. Or why he was frozen almost cryogenically with his heart yanked halfway out of his ribcage by the time Boris had found him. How he survived for the following week is beyond all of us. Not that he was any help in explaining anything. By the time I was ready to leave the hospital myself the following week, Travis tried to use his bed sheets and window for his own way out. I can’t say I blame him. I probably would have done the same after what happened. He spent the next two years in the Merin Falls psych ward. His time there was a horror show of its own.

What happened that night scarred a lot of people in this town. Unfortunately, myself included, both physically and mentally.

Boris had just gotten out of sight and I started making my way down the block. My body was still on high alert from my encounter with Travis. Every noise, flash of headlights, each passing car made me freeze. I'm not a skittish person. Anxious sure, but it's a quiet anxious. Not jumpy. Something in the air had me on edge. It felt like each step dragged me through a slurry of static and shaved ice.

My feet trudged onward. Alarm bells flagged in my brain, each thud of my heart sent a scream from the back of my mind. They all called me to turn and run. But….I didn't.

I should have.

The further I went the worse the feeling of unease got. Then, after a block, I saw something. A dark figure crossed the street ahead of me. I watched as it moved from my side to the other, then back again. Stopping in my tracks, my brow furrowed. It was like looking at something dipped in Vantaa black. My brain wanted to warp around it, like it was a void between two images that should be touching but weren't.

The way it moved, it wasn't….it wasn't right. Like a shadow blinking in and out of existing, but never moving all at the same time. I was frozen the moment my eyes caught it. My skin prickled as ice slinked in a slurry through my veins. I could feel the sludge crawling up the back of my neck as the thing turned to me. Whatever this was, I wasn't supposed to have seen it.

Thoughts raced in my mind, 'I've dealt with weird shadows before, if I tell it to leave it should right?'

'No wait, why isn't my mouth moving?'

'Hold on why can't I mo- wait is it getting closer!?'

A scream was lost in the void of my throat as I realized that the creature was moving in static flashes toward me, or was it? It was close, then it was miles away, a few yards, miles and miles, feet, then inches.

‘Shit!’

Freezing blood pounded in my ears as this...this thing...I couldn’t form a real thought as it neared me. What should have been it's face, instead just a chasm of inky blackness, was inches from mine. If it had eyes I couldn't see them. But I could feel them. It felt like a numbness trailing over me as it tried to understand what I was. Panic clutched my chest as the numb feeling hovered over my heart. The ice in my veins rushed to the center of where it was staring. A choked groan seeped from my throat as I felt the muscle in my chest freeze to a halt.

'How am I even still breathing?'

'Wait...am I?'

I couldn’t tell anymore.

It’s arm moved as it flashed back several feet again. Looking at this thing hurt. Like I was watching a game character glitch in and out as it tried to move. Just rapid, glitchy, morphing, shapes of shadow. It looked humanoid, but entirely not at the same time. Raising its arm I felt cold static touch the skin over my heart. My top was probably fucked, but I quickly didn’t care as I felt it slowly pushing it's claws into my flesh. I couldn’t scream. Gods I wanted to. I wanted to cry out in pain and terror. This creature was ripping my chest open. Claws in the shape of a perforated circle were digging, boring their way to my heart. Determined to remove the icy lump of muscle and sinew from where it was caged in bone.

Silent tears rolled down my cheeks, so hot they burned like flames as they fell. As they left blazing trails, it occurred to me as the heat faded, I couldn’t feel anything but the pain in my chest anymore. A sickening ‘*CRACK’* sent a new wave through my body. White spots floated and flitted around the edge of my eyes. Like sick fairies drawn to the scent of blood. This thing was taking it's time.

It enjoyed watching me suffer. Frozen in fear and pain.

The next thought that crossed my mind was so horribly clear,’I’m going to die here.’ I wish I could say I had some awakening and I snapped out of it. Or that in that moment my life flashed before my eyes and I saw the error of some choice in my life. But no. In that moment, alone with that thing, it’s claws reaching for my frozen heart, I just wished for one more moment. The image that did come to my mind just as the white began to take my sight wasn’t something deep, or wise, or heroic. It was a smile. A smile I knew would never look the same if I died. From that day on it would be tinged with sadness. Of not knowing what happened. Maybe she would think I just left. I prayed, for the first time in so many years, a silent thought,’Please, let her hate me. Don’t let her linger. Don’t let her search. Forget me and be happy.’ And that was it.

Everything went white.

I woke up two days later in a hospital bed. The nurse beside me was changing an IV bag. His eyes caught mine as they fluttered open, with a professional manner he told me I was in the hospital and to not move. After calling the doctor and running a few tests. Things like asking me for information, grip strength tests, stuff like that. They told me what happened. Just as I passed out, before I was gored by a shadow thing, Ryan had found me. He said I was just collapsed on the sidewalk cold, with a ring of stab wounds on my chest. He called 911 and they rushed me to the hospital. I had a few cracked ribs, and they said it was nearly impossible that all of the stabs had missed major arteries. But it wasn’t. That thing wanted me alive to the last second. Ryan found me two hours after I left the shop.

It had frozen me there for two hours.

I was in the hospital for recovery for a few days. Iian and Ryan checked in on me every day. Arthur and Luther came by a few times too. They even paid for my bills. I really love them so much. I don’t know where I’d be without them all. Once I was released, Iian stayed with me till he believed I wouldn’t keel over. Within two months I was healed up, a perfect ring of five exactly matching scars, centered right over my heart. As soon as the doc cleared me, which took a bit, she’s a thorough woman. I was in the tattoo parlor the next day getting a new piece to accent my new scars. That thing tried to kill me. But, I’m no coward. I was scared shitless, I’d only felt fear like that once before that day. Despite that, I lived. Somehow. So I’m owning it. Just like the one on my back. My shoulder. The bullet scar in my thigh. And the bands around my wrists.

Each scar is a memory. Each tattoo, a way to take back control in a small way. Every horror story leaves a scar of some kind. Mine were physical this time. Next time maybe we’ll look into the ones on my mind. But for now Iian is bugging me to check in, I didn't realize how long I've been typing. I’m Amber Haze, and I’ll be back soon with more from the tiny town of Merin Falls.

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#merin falls #horror #creepy #creepypasta #r/nosleep #amber haze

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a-small-batch-of-dragons · 1 year

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Dinner Routine

Prompts: I come humbly asking for some Merlin Lancelot qpr, living together, handling magic threats together. Being cute, cuddling, hands in each other's hair. Cooking with magic because Merlin feels safe in their house together. - anon

Ok ok ok ok, I don't understand how after 10 years the fandom is still alive, but I'm taking advantage of it!!!

I'd love a shapeshifting Merlin fic!!! - anon

Read on Ao3

Warnings: none

Pairings: merlin/lancelot qpr

Word Count: 1511

In a land where Merlin's magic gets noticed while Uther is still in power, it's all Arthur and Morgana can do to talk him into banishing Merlin instead of executing him. To sweeten the deal, they promise that one of Camelot's finest knights will go and see to his imprisonment personally, naming Sir Lancelot of the Round Table for the task.

Of course, what happens is Arthur grumbles about his Merlin being so far away, only able to see him once every few months on a long hunt, and Merin's magic frets at being so far away from Camelot's center and his destiny. But life settles into a pattern with Lancelot, the two growing ever closer as Merlin finally lets his magic reign free.

Little bumps in the road are bound to happen.

When Lancelot opens the door to see a cauldron merrily stirring itself, a pot and hammer clanging themselves back into shape, and a pile of golden fur on the bed, he simply smiles and hangs up the water skin.

“Merlin,” he calls, watching as the puppy raises its head and barks once, “hello, there. Is being human too difficult right now?”

The puppy lets out a low and almost mournful noise, clambering to its feet and shaking itself off. Lancelot chuckles and makes his way over to the bed, sitting down and letting the poor thing scramble into his lap.

“You’re so fluffy when you’re like this,” he says as he pets the dog’s panting head, “can you control what age you become as well as what type of animal?”

A low bark, probably a ‘yes,’ given by how the puppy suddenly becomes a much heavier weight as a massive hound appears next to him.

“Ah, Merlin! Get off, you’re too big like that!”

The hound snuffles, probably a laugh, and the puppy returns, nosing apologetically at Lancelot’s hand.

“Incorrigible, you are.” He takes the pup’s face in his hands, rubbing so hard it shakes. “Just the nastiest little troublemaker.”

The dog snorts. Right into his face.

“Merlin!”

Another snuffling laugh, probably at how much he sounds like Arthur, as he gets up to wipe off his face. When he doesn’t return to the bed immediately, there’s a pitiful whine.

“Honestly, you sound like someone just took away your blanket.” He glances over his shoulder. “Don’t give me those big eyes, you snorted in my face.”

He swears there’s some magic at work here because the eyes only seem to get bigger.

“Those aren’t going to work on me, Merlin, don’t you pout.”

The puppy whines, lowering itself so Lancelot can see its tail hanging despondently between its legs.

“…oh, alright,” he sighs, giving in and going back over so Merlin can pounce up and lick his face, “ah! Hey, unless you want me to leave again, knock that off!”

Merlin yips in satisfaction, far too pleased with himself as Lancelot shakes his head, scratching his chest.

“I swear you just become animals so you can get away with mischief.”

Merlin gives him a look that says I don’t need to be an animal to get away with things and you know that damn well.

Which is true, he supposes.

“Do you want to tell me why being a human is hard today?”

The puppy snuffles into his leg and he takes that as a ‘no,’ patting its head and letting it sigh across his lap.

“I see you’ve put supper on, do you need any help?”

As he looks down, he sees the puppy’s golden fur shimmer and darken, Merlin’s form lengthening until there’s a black cat in his lap instead of a pup. It stretches, kneading its claws into the bedcovers before jumping elegantly to the floor and prowling to the kitchen.

“Am I to follow you?”

The cat shoots him a look that says don’t be stupid, of course I do.

“Alright, alright, I’m coming.”

He follows Merlin further into the house, eyes tracing the path of the spoon in the cauldron a few times before an indignant meow redirects his attention to a bunch of vegetables waiting on a cutting board. The cat takes a seat next to it, looking at him expectantly.

“Is this my part of supper?”

Meow.

“Alright. You might have to shift a bit, I’d hate to get too close to you with a knife.”

The cat jumps up to the shelf, lazing in a patch of sunlight as Lancelot sets to work chopping the vegetables. The cauldron behind them smells incredible and a glance up at the cat shows that Merlin is salivating just as much as he is. Well, as much as cats ever salivate.

“Are these to be cooked as well or eaten on the side?”

The cat knocks its tail against another pot, smaller, with a lid.

“In here?”

Meow.

Lancelot puts the vegetables in the pot and the cat jumps onto his shoulder, its tail curling around his neck as he sets it in the fire.

“Should be ready before too long, yeah?” He reaches up to scratch behind the cat’s ears. “Will you join me as a human for supper?”

Another meow, this one quieter, before the cat jumps off his shoulders and runs back to the bed, burrowing beneath the pillows. Soft gold light glows from beneath and Lancelot sighs fondly. Perching on the edge again, he carefully lifts a corner and lets out a noise.

“Oh, Merlin,” he murmurs, looking at the little dragon curled up under the pillows, “you’re really not having a good day, are you?”

The dragon squeaks, stretching its neck out to carefully nuzzle his fingertips. He opens his arms and lets it scramble to his chest, rubbing its snout against his shirt. He cradles it as he shifts to lean against the wall, curling up to make it more like a nest.

“A blanket,” he suggests, “or another pillow?”

Merlin squeaks, rubbing against him more insistently.

“Just me? Alright, just me it is.” He runs a thumb along the dragon’s spines. “I’m sorry you’re having such a rough day. Is there anything else I can do to help?”

A small shudder from the dragon’s wings and it nibbles lightly at the collar of his shirt.

“Supper’s almost ready. I’ll let you know when.”

It’s not so bad, really, falling into a doze cradling a small dragon Merlin to his chest. The smell of the stew, the faint bird calls from outside, the rustling of grass and the occasional sound of the wind chimes outside. He finds a small smile coming to his lips.

Peaceful.

But soon enough, the spoon taps twice against the edge of the cauldron and he gently jostles the dragon awake.

“Supper’s ready,” he murmurs as the dragon stirs, “I’ll go get everything set up. You join me when you’re ready.”

He gets up and leaves the dragon tucked between the pillows, careful to keep his back to the bed as he serves the stew and vegetables. After a moment’s thought, he reaches for the ale as well, pouring two tankards and setting them on the table.

No sooner has he finished fetching the spoons does he see a sleepy Merlin at the table, still blinking awake.

“Hello, Merlin,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to Merlin’s forehead, “eat all you want.”

The food is as excellent as always, just the right temperature, not too spicy. Lancelot smiles as Merlin waves his hand for a second helping, hiding it behind a drink of ale.

He knows better than to push for conversation on days like this, knows to let Merlin get used to being a human again bit by bit. So when they’ve finished eating and Lancelot tidies away the dishes, he’s not surprised when Merlin looks up at him and raises his arms.

“Come on,” he says softly, gathering Merlin’s gangly limbs to his chest, “let’s get you into bed, alright?”

Merlin mumbles something that almost sounds like words as Lancelot helps him up, snuggling into the knight’s chest as he tucks the blankets around them. The lanterns flicker on as the curtains draw themselves, Lancelot’s hand tangling in Merlin’s hair and scratching slightly.

“Go on,” he says encouragingly when Merlin’s fingers begin to wander, “it’s alright.”

Merlin has to learn how to use his body again, he’s learned, when he spends too much time out of it. A necessity, due to the nature of his magic, but a sometimes terrible one. Fingers first, carding through Lancelot’s hair the way his card through Merlin’s, then his hands, carefully tracing the curve of Lancelot’s head and shoulders.

His feet are cold, likely due to circulation being so very different for each animal, and Lancelot hisses as they shove themselves between his legs but he doesn’t pull away. Merlin’s arms shift against him, trying to maneuver into a better position.

“Hey,” Lancelot calls as they find his sides, “careful, there.”

Sometimes Merlin will decide his fingers aren’t quite warm enough and Lancelot will have to remind them both that you can’t just attack a knight without expecting some sort of counterattack. Sometimes Merlin just clings to him, getting him warm up without his magic.

Sometimes, on days like today, Merlin will just absentmindedly touch him as if to remind himself what it is human contact feels like.

Lancelot stays, cradling Merlin to his chest, staying doggedly awake until he hears a soft thank you.

“Always,” he whispers back as they fall asleep, “always, Merlin.”

#dragonbabbles #fic #merlin #bbc merlin #merlin bbc

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projectcaramel · 1 year

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Saccharine (6) - Satan x F!Reader x Lucifer

“MC.” You jump as you turn around to see that Lucifer has suddenly appeared behind you; you haven’t even heard his footsteps approach. In the process of jumping, you’ve dropped all of the books you were carrying.

“Stop doing that!” you protest, shaking yourself as you drop down to the floor to recover the books you lost. “One of these days, you’re going to give me a heart attack!”

“If I wanted to give you a heart attack,” he says, even as he kneels, and you stare at him as he helps you pick up the library’s novels. “I would have given you one.” He connects eyes with you, and you feel a chill wrack up and down your body at the sight of his dark crimson gaze. You never thought those eyes would be looking at anyone but Diavolo.

“You’re scary sometimes,” you grumble as you take back the books Lucifer has picked up. However, that isn’t the only thing he’s handing you—with the books, he’s also handed you a neatly folded piece of paper. “What’s this?”

“Open it,” he says, and you give him your best annoyed look as you set the books down yet again and unfold the note. You understand at once why he didn’t just tell you what it was.

EN 9030, SC:I

Authorization: Prince Diavolo; Lucifer

Location: 0511 Meriner Hall

Time: 17:00 Wednesday, 7 Sept 20XX

Method: TBD

You’re well-versed enough in Devildom law to recognize the code at the top of the document—it’s an execution notice. And the SC... Special Circumstances, followed by I...

Lucifer is inviting you to the otherwise clandestine affair of the death penalty. The fact that he’s handing you this means that not only did he catch the murderer from before, but he’s also gone to the length of getting you a front-row ticket to the murderer’s end. In fact, you might even get to kill the thing with your own two hands.

“I take it that the Paladire from before was found guilty,” you reply eventually, and Lucifer’s only response is to take the paper and burn it. You aren’t surprised; this is one of the Devildom’s well-kept secrets, and Lucifer of all people isn’t going to let go of it.

“As I was saying, I’d like you to join me for dinner,” Lucifer says, as if you interrupted him mid-conversation. “Hell’s Kitchen. Do not be late.”

“Right,” you say, though just before you think Lucifer is going to leave, he steps into your personal space and whispers:

“I’m sorry, MC. Truly.”

—

To your surprise, Lucifer actually takes you out for dinner when you show up at room 511 in the Meriner building. He later explains that the site was never designated on paper in the first place since only you and himself would be attending, and it was better to keep the information to a minimum.

“So... why dinner?” you ask as the server delivers your food, and Lucifer takes his sweet time drinking his coffee. In the end, you didn’t end up going to Hell’s Kitchen; instead, he had taken you to Cafe Lament (which is pretty much outside your price range).

“I wanted to talk to you beforehand,” he replies, folding his hands together.

“What, were the documents I signed not enough for you?” you ask dryly as you cut into the meal, and Lucifer surprisingly breaks into a smile.

“No, it’s not about that. I actually wanted to talk to you about something completely different, if that’s alright.”

“Well... I mean okay, but why?”

“Without Annis, we need someone in charge of the library. I realize you’re busy balancing your classes with your assistant work, but we’d like someone capable in charge of RAD’s library. You’re one of the few people who understands such a large place, and not only that, but your magic is wonderful for making sure the books return to their places. We do plan on hiring someone full-time, but until then...”

“That sounds difficult,” you say carefully.

“That’s because it is,” Lucifer confirms. “However, I also trust you to take care of it. I know how you feel about books, and I hope you will take good care of them in your predecessor’s absence.” In other words, he’s really not giving you a choice, is he? It isn’t that you don’t want to do it, but...

“...can I at least get some help?”

“I’m sure Satan will be thrilled. I would help you too, if my hands weren’t busy with student council work. I will try to drop in from time to time, but I’m afraid it will be quite irregular.” You find yourself softening a little as he cuts into what appears to be a poison apple tart. So he’s not giving you a choice, but he’s not expecting the impossible of you either. And... maybe he realizes that taking care of Annis’ work is a comfort to you. Something tells you that he does.

“Thank you, Lucifer,” you say eventually before you eventually take hold of your coffee cup and hesitantly hold it out to him. “I know it’s not a toast, but... To Annis?”

“To Annis,” he agrees with a gentle smile before he holds up his own cup, letting the ceramic clink together softly before you both take in the marvelous bitterness of the house’s coffee.

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#coffee #cafe lament #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #bittersweet #revenge #lucifer x reader #stories #fanfiction #update #obey me!

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sapphim · 1 year

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since we've been talking about lying, here are all the lies Hawke can tell in the campaign (or at least, all the lies marked with the icon)

Act 1 - Act of Mercy

Ser Karras: Who is this? Hawke: [I'm your best friend.] I'm the one who's going to get you a medal for putting down this mage rebellion. Hawke: [I killed the mages.] I was helping Ser Thrask. The apostates are all dead.

(then there is ofc the "[Varric, this is your thing.] Tell him who we are" but that's marked as a follower action rather than a lie)

Act 1 - Loose Ends

Athenril: Well? Are you here to socialize or did you bring my goods? Hawke: [The goods were stolen.] I rescued your boy and killed the Coterie, but your property was long gone.

Meeran: Spit it out. Is Harimann dead or not? Hawke: [I couldn't find him.] He was gone by the time I got there. I just killed his guards.

Act 2 - Offered and Lost

Viscount: So many Qunari. But you killed everyone responsible? All of them? Hawke: [Every last one.] To a man. Hawke: [It's hard to kill hatred.] This group is crippled. There may be others, though.

(those are the options if Hawke sides with Varnell. if they kill Varnell then the options are basically the same but they're not lying about it)

Arishok: Tell me: why are the bodies of my Qunari burned beyond recognition? Hawke: [That is how they died.] The zealots killed them, then burned the bodies to conceal them.

Arishok: Tell me, Hawke. I sent a battle group to retrieve my delegates. Where are they? Hawke: [I don't know.] I'm not making a habit of finding wayward Qunari.

Act 2 - Prime Suspect

Hawke: [It's not that simple.] I can't be certain of anything. Gascard may have tricked me. Moira: Then we need to find him. Do you know where he is? Hawke: [No.] He didn't tell me where he was going.

Act 2 - Fool's Gold

Yevhen: Iwan said Merin sealed himself in with the darkspawn to save his brothers. Hawke: [He's right.] Merin was a hero. He died saving his family. Be proud of your boy. Hawke: [He's right.] Absolutely correct. Not a word of a lie. Merin died with dignity and honor. Yes. Hawke: [He's right.] Merin died to keep his brothers alive—brothers who should be very, very grateful.

Act 2 - How to Frame a Templar

Ser Roderick: But I will do my duty. If you've seen something… um… suspicious, let me know. Hawke: [Conrad was bribed by mages.] Ser Conrad caught some apostates. They offered him coin to let them go, and he took it. Hawke: [He's been sacrificing goats.] Last night, I saw Ser Conrad sacrificing a goat… to the Great Demon. Then he howled. Loudly. Hawke: [I saw him murder someone.] I saw Ser Conrad stab one of the city guardsman. He dumped him in the bay.

Act 3 - On The Loose

Meredith: It seems, however, that we have still heard nothing of Emile de Launcet. Hawke: [He's dead.] Emile was killed.

also you can tell Anders "[There was nothing between us.] It never happened" when he... inquires politely and tactfully about a previous romance (thanks hepler)

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zhongrin · 1 year

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Is it too much to ask if I can have a voiceline(s) from Rin (that's your oc right? Or is it Merin...)

I'm vv curious to know her (please correct me if I'm wrong w the pronouns :( ) talking style :D

(same anon who sent the ask wondering about rambling with ocs n whatnot)

meirin is my self-insert (or "sona" as some would call it), yes!! she talks just like me whenever i answer most asks. i tend to channel her whenever i'm online bc my irl self is a lot more toned down and flat (well, except when i talk to my closest friends and it's a topic i'm super interested in)

voicelines? hmmm... i do have a draft about that, but i never really worked on it these days... you can have this tho:

⬙ Hello ⬙

"Oh, hello there! Welcome to my teashop! What would you like to have today?"

"If you like floral and light tea, our special blend, osmanthus sencha, is quite popular! We have a huge amount of tea leaf varieties here. Otherwise, there’s also the option for tea consultancy and special blend - oh, but my husband is not around right now, so it’s not available at the moment… Perhaps you can order some pastries while waiting? They’re all always freshly made by the local bakery just next door!"

#rin answers #rin is having tea with: anon 💟#it still baffles me when people are being so nice and even are interested to hear more about my s/i wah #cause she's just me. with a few differences ofc but she's mostly me shdfljskdljfsld

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merinate · 3 months

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IM SO FUCKING TIRED OF THIS SHIT, I HELP E V E R Y O N E WHEN THEY NEED IT BUT WHEN I ASK FOR HELP THEY FIND SOME KIND OF EXCUSE OR DO SOMETHING TO NOT HELP ME IM SICK AND TIRED AND I FEEL SO DISRESPECTED ALL THE TIME

#merin’s talking

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agi-ppangx · 3 months

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okay so i came up with an idea for a fic, it would be some kind of mystery/sci-fi thing with romance but im not sure if it even makes sense...?? i'll think about it bc i kinda like the idea and i think it could turn out cool if only i decided to write it :pp

#i know i talk a lot about my ideas and then i dont even write them #but this one #i like this one #who knows maybe i'll write it #- 🌱𖥻 [ merin's random hours ]

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crystaiskiess · 1 year

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This is long, I apologize.

Okay, I reblogged the chapter post with thoughts but I want to talk about the chapter just a little bit more. First off, I was texting my friend live updates of me reading it and they asked me to send the link because they love your writing. They’ve never read fanfiction before but to try just for oafk. (Also, me talking about oafk constantly probably convinced them as well.)

This chapter is soooo good. This episode isn’t my favorite because of how it’s set up (that’s so unrelated to this, though), but you wrote in a way that I just absolutely love this. I love the scenes you added in between Merlin and Arthur. I love the characterization you write, but that’s one of your strong suits along with emotions. It’s just so captivating and immersive, not because I know what’s going to happen but because of how you write it.

I love the dagger scene a lot, especially where Arthur almost calls Merlin his friend. But I really love when Merlin thanks Arthur for not ratting him out and Arthur threatens him but then what follows it is, “It’s a lie. Both he and Merlin know it. Arthur wouldn’t do anything of the sort, he would stand up for Merlin again and again if he had to.” And I’m not saying Merlin does or doesn’t know that, but it’s this idea that Arthur thinks they’re on the same page always, but they’re not and it’s so interesting to see that portrayed.

Okay, to my favorite part; how you go about Morgana and Merlin in this. Morgana is unaware of everything going on, and she’s scared. We can tell that in the show, but the cut off in the show makes it difficult to be entirely sure, but you make it clear. I feel for Morgana in this because this is absolutely terrifying. Then Merlin is trying to protect her in the beginning before slowly believing that Morgana is guilty, which well done on that thought process happening. The guilt, the fear, the confusion, all of it is so good.

I will say my favorite line in the entire chapter is, “She might not have been a danger to them yet, but she has always had the capacity for it, no matter how much Merin denies it.” It just characterizes Morgana so well, especially after Merlin remembering the different things about her.

I can’t wait for the next chapter!

i am giggling kicking my feet twirling my hair right now

seriously never apologise for a long message it means the world to me that you have thoughts to share and i eagerly drink up every one

firstly im so honoured that your friend wants to try oafk when they haven't really read fanfiction before that is so beyond sweet and i hope that they enjoy it !!!!! it means so much to me that they were interested enough to want to give it a try !!

the dagger bit is a personal favourite of mine too ghfjdhd, im also so glad you like arthur's thoughts after sticking up for merlin - i think you're right its so important to their dynamic that arthur really thinks merlin knows how much he cares about him but .... does he ??

as much as i had a lot of fun with the merlin and arthur moments in this chapter im so glad your favourite bit was the merlin and morgana dynamic because i feel like thats the most important part of the chapter, this is such a major turning point for them (obviously) and im so so glad that you enjoyed watching that play out and how they both struggled with their decisions through the chapter - i think they're both grappling with a lot of guilt

thank you so so so much for this message and i hope you continue to enjoy !!! especially the season finale coming up !!!

#tj talks #oafk

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coochiequeens · 1 year

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The Alliance of Women Film Journalists has announced the 2022 winners for its 16th season, with a three-way tie between “Banshees of Inisherin,” “Everything Everywhere All at Once” and “Women Talking” for most wins.

The films each won four awards, including best film for “The Banshees of Inisherin” and best director for Sarah Polley (“Women Talking”).

There were also numerous ties across categories including best cinematography, which went to Claudio Miranda for “Top Gun: Maverick” and Polly Morgan for “The Woman King.” Best supporting actress also saw a tie between Kerry Condon in “The Banshees of Inisherin” and Jamie Lee Curtis in “Everything Everywhere All at Once.”

“We are particularly proud that this year’s member-determined roster of nominees included a goodly number of female contenders in non-gender specific categories. And that we have female winners in those categories, as well, including Sarah Polley who receives the EDA Award for Best Director for the multi-nominated and awarded ‘Women Talking.'” said Jennifer Merin, President of the 95 members of AWFJ. “We hope to see similar results at this year’s Oscars and various guild awards. as well as with other critics awards groups.”

See the full winners list below.

AWFJ Best Of Awards

(These awards are presented to women and/or men without gender consideration.)

Best Film

“The Banshees of Inisherin”

Best Director

Sarah Polley – “Women Talking

Best Screenplay, Original

“The Banshees of Inisherin”– Martin McDonagh

Best Screenplay, Adapted

“Women Talking– Sarah Polley and Miriam Toews

Best Documentary

“All the Beauty and Bloodshed” – Laura Poitras

Best Animated Film

“Guillermo del Toro’s Pinocchio” – Guiilermo del Toro and Mark Gustafson

Best Actress

Michelle Yeoh – “Everything Everywhere All at Once”

Best Actress in a Supporting Role (tie)

Kerry Condon – “The Banshees of Inisherin” Jamie Lee Curtis – “Everything Everywhere All at Once”

Best Actor

Colin Farrell – “The Banshees of Inisherin”

Best Actor in a Supporting Role

Ke Huy Quan – “Everything Everywhere All at Once”

Best Ensemble Cast – Casting Director

“Women Talking” – John Buchan and Jason Knight

Best Cinematography (tie)

“Top Gun: Maverick” – Claudio Miranda “The Woman King” – Polly Morgan

Best Editing

“Everything Everywhere All at Once” – Paul Rogers

Best Non-English-Language Film (tie)

“Decision to Leave” “RRR”

EDA FEMALE FOCUS AWARDS (These awards honor women only).

Best Woman Director

Gina Prince-Bythewood – “The Woman King”

Best Woman Screenwriter

Sarah Polley and Miriam Toews – “Women Talking”

Best Animated Female

Connie – Isabella Rossellni “Marcel the Shell With Shoes On”

Best Woman’s Breakthrough Performance

Danielle Deadwyler – “Till”

Outstanding Achievement by A Woman in The Film Industry

Viola Davis – For getting “The Woman King” made as her lifetime passion project and creating opportunities for other women creatives.

EDA SPECIAL MENTION AWARDS

Grand Dame Award for defying ageism

Emma Thompson

Most Egregious Lovers’ Age Difference Award

“Crimes of the Future”– Viggo Mortensen born 1958 and Lea Sedoux born 1985 She Deserves A New Agent Award (NOTE: This is not a put down. On the contrary, it suggests that the actor is better than the role she’s been given.)

Ana de Armas for “Blonde”

Most Daring Performance

Emma Thompson – “Good Luck to You, Leo Grande”

Time Waster Remake or Sequel Award

“Jurassic World: Dominion”

AWFJ Hall of Shame Award (Women and men are eligible)

Harvey Weinstein for everything and forever

#The Alliance of Women Film Journalists #Banshees of Inisherin #Everything Everywhere All at Once #Women Talking

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