hellooooo

movies and merlin and moping

[ificouldwrite]

My Fic List!

this post has a link of the bbc merlin fics that i’ve written on ao3,  if you’d like to give them a read, that would be lovely! thank you so much :) i’ll also take requests if you want to send one in! 

i don’t write reader inserts, sorry! 

💚 = completed

💛 = in progress

here’s the list in no particular order: 

- To the Brows Laid in Thorn and Weapons Made of Words 💚: arthur finds out about merlin's magic prior to the events of season 5 and post-season 4. he goes into sullen silence to punish merlin for lying to him, leaving merlin in the interim of "does he want me dead or does he just need time?" Major TW: su!cide attempt, su!cidal thoughts, struggling with mental health, graphic depictions of violence, injuries, and death. (there will be a happy ending!)

- Arthur Pendragon Loves Flowers 💚: ~3,000 words, inspired by that one scene in one of the earlier episodes where Arthur asked Merlin where his flowers were, and Merlin proceeds to get Arthur bouquets of flowers from there on out. Very angsty fic, but there is a happy ending! (Love confessions, language of flowers, fluff and then heavy angst, Merlin/Arthur, TW: temporary character death, descriptions of violence, eventual happy ending).

- The Way Things Fall 💚: ~25,000 words (my longest fic!) Modern Crime AU where Merlin and Arthur are detectives trying to solve a serial killer case, but Arthur is emotionally repressed and the mystery may be closer to the heart than they think. TW: graphic descriptions of violence, death, and injuries. (Eventually happy ending, relationships: Merlin/Arthur, Gwen/Lancelot, Percival/Gwaine, Morgana/Leon). 

- Love Me Not 💚: ~3,000 words, post-magic reveal. Merlin/Arthur, past Gwen/Arthur. Arthur is repressed as always. He treats Merlin very differently than he had treated Gwen, and Merlin begins to wonder whether or not he's worth being loved in the same way. Whether Arthur even loves him at all. (Emotional hurt/comfort 4+1 with a happy ending!)

- The Cost of Magic and What a King Values 💚: ~9,000 words, Merlin’s magic revealed. Arthur reacts badly and ignores Merlin’s injuries, and they have a massive falling out. Set just after "The Sword in the Stone" (part 1 and 2). Aithusa doesn't go to Morgana because Aithusa being emaciated breaks my heart, and Gwen doesn't marry Arthur. (Eventual Merlin/Arthur love confession; hurt Merlin, TW: graphic descriptions of violence + temporary character death; guilty Arthur; eventual happy ending!)

- Tell Me You Love Me 💚: ~5,000 words, Arthur Returns fic in modern era, Merlin/Arthur relationship where Arthur is emotionally repressed (as always) and can’t bring himself to say the words “I love you” to Merlin. Angst with a happy ending, character injury. 

- I’m Forever Missing Him 💚: ~8,000 words, upon the magic reveal, Arthur has Merlin hanged. (Major TW: graphic descriptions of violence, implied/referenced suicide, major character death, HEAVY angst, happy ending in chapter 2, guilty Arthur, hurt Merlin). 

- breathing memories 💚: ~6,000 words, Arthur breaks up with Merlin for having magic and relives some of his old memories through a watch. (Modern era, angst with a happy ending, emotional hurt/comfort, breaking up/making up.)

- Oh, the Scars I’ve Left  💚: ~3,000 words. Merlin makes one too many excuses to Uther on Arthur’s orders, and has to pay the price. (hurt Merlin, angst, guilty Arthur, hurt/comfort, eventual Merlin/Arthur, first kiss, TW: graphic descriptions of injuries, happy ending). 

thank you so much for reading if you choose to! this list will be updated whenever i post a new fic. have a lovely day, lovely people :D

[ificouldwrite]

this edit has me on the floor.

in another life merlin and arthur are happy #rwrb #rwrbmovie #alexclaremontdiaz #henryfoxmountchristenwindsor #merlin #merthur #arthurpendra

[ificouldwrite]

My Fic List!

this post has a link of the bbc merlin fics that i’ve written on ao3,  if you’d like to give them a read, that would be lovely! thank you so much :) i’ll also take requests if you want to send one in! 

i don’t write reader inserts, sorry! 

💚 = completed

💛 = in progress

here’s the list in no particular order: 

- To the Brows Laid in Thorn and Weapons Made of Words 💚: arthur finds out about merlin’s magic prior to the events of season 5 and post-season 4. he goes into sullen silence to punish merlin for lying to him, leaving merlin in the interim of “does he want me dead or does he just need time?” Major TW: su!cide attempt, su!cidal thoughts, struggling with mental health, graphic depictions of violence, injuries, and death. (there will be a happy ending!)

- Arthur Pendragon Loves Flowers 💚: ~3,000 words, inspired by that one scene in one of the earlier episodes where Arthur asked Merlin where his flowers were, and Merlin proceeds to get Arthur bouquets of flowers from there on out. Very angsty fic, but there is a happy ending! (Love confessions, language of flowers, fluff and then heavy angst, Merlin/Arthur, TW: temporary character death, descriptions of violence, eventual happy ending).

- The Way Things Fall 💚: ~25,000 words (my longest fic!) Modern Crime AU where Merlin and Arthur are detectives trying to solve a serial killer case, but Arthur is emotionally repressed and the mystery may be closer to the heart than they think. TW: graphic descriptions of violence, death, and injuries. (Eventually happy ending, relationships: Merlin/Arthur, Gwen/Lancelot, Percival/Gwaine, Morgana/Leon). 

- Love Me Not 💚: ~3,000 words, post-magic reveal. Merlin/Arthur, past Gwen/Arthur. Arthur is repressed as always. He treats Merlin very differently than he had treated Gwen, and Merlin begins to wonder whether or not he’s worth being loved in the same way. Whether Arthur even loves him at all. (Emotional hurt/comfort 4+1 with a happy ending!)

- The Cost of Magic and What a King Values 💚: ~9,000 words, Merlin’s magic revealed. Arthur reacts badly and ignores Merlin’s injuries, and they have a massive falling out. Set just after “The Sword in the Stone” (part 1 and 2). Aithusa doesn’t go to Morgana because Aithusa being emaciated breaks my heart, and Gwen doesn’t marry Arthur. (Eventual Merlin/Arthur love confession; hurt Merlin, TW: graphic descriptions of violence + temporary character death; guilty Arthur; eventual happy ending!)

- Tell Me You Love Me 💚: ~5,000 words, Arthur Returns fic in modern era, Merlin/Arthur relationship where Arthur is emotionally repressed (as always) and can’t bring himself to say the words “I love you” to Merlin. Angst with a happy ending, character injury. 

- I’m Forever Missing Him 💚: ~8,000 words, upon the magic reveal, Arthur has Merlin hanged. (Major TW: graphic descriptions of violence, implied/referenced suicide, major character death, HEAVY angst, happy ending in chapter 2, guilty Arthur, hurt Merlin). 

- breathing memories 💚: ~6,000 words, Arthur breaks up with Merlin for having magic and relives some of his old memories through a watch. (Modern era, angst with a happy ending, emotional hurt/comfort, breaking up/making up.)

- Oh, the Scars I’ve Left  💚: ~3,000 words. Merlin makes one too many excuses to Uther on Arthur’s orders, and has to pay the price. (hurt Merlin, angst, guilty Arthur, hurt/comfort, eventual Merlin/Arthur, first kiss, TW: graphic descriptions of injuries, happy ending). 

thank you so much for reading if you choose to! this list will be updated whenever i post a new fic. have a lovely day, lovely people :D

[ificouldwrite]

just finished a new fic!!! <333 check out any of my work if you’d like :D

[fibul]

btw i block empty blogs now. i didn’t use to but the influx of bots on this site has made me not care as much about the “what if that’s actually a real person” because chances are, it isn’t. if you want to avoid this fate do the bare minimum customization. thanks 👍

[clown-machine]

If your main blog is empty for annonymity reasons I respect you but please at least write that somewhere, we are in crisis.

[sauraunderscore]

Same. I’m so fed up with bots friendship that I’m also blocking and reporting. I hope there’s not a real person behind. If I see posts I don’t do this, but I won’t follow someone simply because.

When I follow someone it’s because I like their posts (their art and their fiction mostly), and I expect the same in return, to be followed for the things I post and reblog. ❤️

[katherynefromphilly]

Yes, please do put some sort of blog name and irreverent descriptive text, plus like and reblog like a few things?

If you’ve followed me and haven’t interacted with my blog, or in fact interacted with ANY blog via LIKE OR REBLOG, then I’m blocking you.

[landofmerlin-blog]

Merlin calling Arthur “My Lord”.

[katherynefromphilly]

In case anyone was wondering, here’s the logic behind how Merlin addresses Arthur:

When Merlin is talking to Arthur as his friend, he says: “Arthur”.

When Merlin is talking to Arthur and he’s So Totally Done With Arthur Being An Idiot, then he says: “Prat / Arse / Ass / Dollop Head / Cabbage Head”

When Merlin is in I Am Trying To Remember My Place And Be A Good Servant mode OR when he’s in Unspeakably Sassy mode, he says: “My lord”

When Merlin witnesses Arthur acting as a king, or when Arthur needs to be reminded that he is the king, he says: “Sire”

[witchmd13]

And when Merlin is trying to pull Arthur’s pants down: “Your majesty.”

[katherynefromphilly]

^^^^ Reblogging for this 100% canon-accurate addition. Because it’s true.

When Merlin has his face in Arthur’s butt-crack, bodily wrestling Arthur to the ground, trying to pull down his trousers, the only thing Merlin can think of to call Arthur is ‘YOUR MAJESTY’.

And who can blame him.

[sixofbabycrows]

i love how the percy jackson fandom completely disowned the movies but also completely adores logan lerman

[ascandalincamelot]

Once I lay my hands on a good angsty fanfic in which Merlin Dies (Merlin), IT'S OVER FOR-

for me. Like it's- I'm literally the only one getting hurt in that scenario.

[badger-pride]

Let’s list off our favourite bi/gay dark curly hair/dark blonde hair couples

Charlie Spring and Nick Nelson

Frodo Baggins and Samwise Gamgee

Merlin and Arthur

Sherlock Holmes and John Watson

Blaine and Kurt (well Blaine has curly hair so I’m counting him)

Sirius Black and Remus Lupin

Simon and Wilhelm

Please add more!!

[ificouldwrite]

Patroclus and Achilles ☹️

[ificouldwrite]

Love Me Not

~2,500 words, Merlin/Arthur Pendragon, Canon Era, Canon Divergence, Good Morgana. Angst, Emotional Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Everybody Lives/Nobody Dies, Happy Ending

Sometimes, Merlin wonders if he’s somehow harder to love than Gwen was. 

He plays the game when he’s out picking herbs for Gaius and comes across wildflowers, and picks at the petals thinking, “He loves me, he loves me not” over and over and over again. It rather parallels the prat’s ever-changing disposition towards him, the petals usually landing on “Not,” but there are rarities of “He loves me.”

The he, in question, is Arthur Pendragon. 

Instead of affectionate smiles, he receives slaps to the back of his head, and instead of romantic picnics in the meadows, he is woken at dawn to go watch the knights kill innocent animals for sport.

He understands to a certain extent that it’ll take time for Arthur to come to terms with the magic. It was sudden and had taken a toll on their relationship, but after all was said and done, Arthur had been the one to kiss him, after all, after they spoke extensively about destiny and Albion being reunited under Arthur’s reign. 

——————————————————————————

It aches, sometimes, when he allows himself to think they could be more. More than master and servant, more than king and sorcerer. More than... kisses in an empty corridor or the stables or the woods when no one’s watching. Oftentimes, he longs for the affection. Dreams of it. A world where Arthur loved him as much as he’d loved Gwen. A world in which Arthur loved him at all. 

——————————————————————————

So, in a desperate attempt to better understand the preposterous king, he goes to Morgana. “Would he be so cruel if he truly cared for me?”

And Morgana is immediately furious at this question, slamming down an exceptionally heavy book. 

“Is he doing things that make you feel as though he doesn’t love you?” Merlin rushes to say, “No, not necessarily,” before she can go and behead him. “He just... does things differently. For me. Different than he’s been in the past with his... lovers.” 

Morgana narrows her eyes, pondering this for a moment. “What would you like him to be like, then?”

And Merlin wants to say kinder, but doesn’t have the heart to. “Less of a prat, maybe.” Morgana snorts, and Merlin continues, “Maybe dinner in his chambers without him snarling about how useless I am. Or a hunt where he doesn’t leave me hungry. Maybe a morning where we can have a lie-in and he smiles at me as he wakes, instead of pushes me out the door.” Merlin feels wistful as he lists these things off, as he dreams of all the things they could be, and as he goes on, Morgana’s inquisitive eyes fill with concern. “What?”

“He sounds... awful,” Morgana says very quietly. “Merlin, those are very, ehm, low expectations and you talk of them like he’d have to move a mountain to do those things for you.” 

“Well, that’s how he’s always been. A prat.”

“But things should be different now. They just sound worse.” 

“Oh,” Merlin says, and he starts to feel that sense of sorrow again. Morgana puts a hand on his, squeezing his fingers. 

“You should talk to him,” she says, giving him an encouraging smile. 

——————————————————————————

Days later, Merlin is folding Arthur’s laundry in the corner of his chambers when Arthur bursts in, looking frustrated. Merlin looks at him briefly, trying to decipher what was bothering him, when Arthur spots him and shoots him a glare. “Fetch me a bath, would you?” he commands. Merlin stands, dropping the tunic back into the basket, before tripping over a stool that runs into the table, and causes everything to clatter to the floor. 

“Can’t you do anything well? Or are you always so incompetent?” Arthur hisses. 

“Sorry, sire,” Merlin says, and instead of his usual sarcastic tone, his voice is a bit withdrawn, thoughts going back to the talk he’d had with Morgana. 

Arthur gives him a funny look at the unusual tone. “Well, get on with it. I’ve had a long day.” 

“Yes, sire,” Merlin says, and soon he’s coming back buckets of water to fill the tub for his king. As he readies it, he says hesitantly, “Arthur?” 

“What is it?” Arthur snaps, looking up from his desk. 

“I was just... well, you know. It’s been a while since you’ve had a day off. I thought maybe, we could have a picnic or something. Something... nice.” 

Arthur just glowers at him, flicking his quill a bit. “I’m busy.”

“I could try to clear the day for you, so we could spend some time--”

“I said I was busy.” 

Merlin pauses in his movements, trying to feel the warmth of the water against the numbness of his hand. Of his heart. “Alright. Sorry for bringing it up.”

Arthur kisses him in the stables, later. Sweetly, gently. He holds Merlin’s face in his hands like an apology. His eyes look at him like he sees Merlin’s pain, and knows he’s the one who caused it. But he doesn’t say anything, just gives Merlin a long look, and just like that, he disappears once again.

——————————————————————————

The trees are bare, and the snow begins to fall. Thick and heavy. Arthur asks Merlin to try and protect what he can with his magic as the storms sweep over Camelot. Or, it’s not really asking, per se, but that kingly you’ll-do-as-I-say tone that doesn’t bargain room for retaliation. Merlin does so without question, and if there are a couple extra rations in the vaults, food that is more plentiful than normal, no one questions it. The season is harsh, and the people won’t complain.

“You haven’t moved from that place at the window for an hour,” Arthur says flatly. 

“I like the snow,” Merlin says easily. “It’s very pretty.” 

“Prettier now with the knowledge that the people will live to see another year, thanks to you.” Merlin stiffens, surprised by the compliment. The rare sliver of gratitude. He feels something swell up in his chest, an emotion he can’t quite explain. His eyes sting a bit. It’s been ages since Arthur’s said anything remotely kind to him. 

Arthur, as always, tears him away from happy thoughts. “Now you’re looking at me oddly. Did I say something wrong?”

“No, I think you just complimented me, sire,” Merlin tries to quip. 

“Don’t get used to it,” Arthur says brashly, too aggressively to be taken as a joke. And just like that, Merlin’s smile fades a bit. “What?” Arthur says, narrowing his eyes.

“Nothing, I’m just being stupid.” 

“Like always, then.”

Merlin is quiet a moment, then laughs softly. But the sound is sad as it leaves him. “Yeah, like always.” 

——————————————————————————

Yule comes. Merlin gifts Arthur a statuette of a dragon, carved from wood. It’s intricate and extremely detailed, and Merlin feels immense pride when he gives Arthur the ribbon-wrapped box. It fits in the palm of Arthur’s hand. 

“You got me a gift,” Arthur says slowly, perplexed. Merlin gives him a confused look. 

“Of course,” Merlin says. “I’m your lo--” He cuts himself off. “Servant. Your friend.” Arthur looks at the box, very pensive. 

“Thank you,” he says after a beat. “I’m sorry, Yule just got away from me, I suppose.” And Merlin knows this mean that Arthur didn’t get him a gift, which he tries to brush off. 

“It’s alright, sire,” Merlin says, trying and failing to muster up a smile. “I don’t do things and expect you to do them in return.” He knows he sounds a little bitter, by the way Arthur stiffens and his eyes widen. And deep, deep downs, he knows he’s not talking about the gifts, either. “Happy holidays, sire.” 

——————————————————————————

Arthur mourns his father’s and his mother’s death a few days later, which, coincidentally, align with Arthur’s birthday. He asks Merlin to stay after Merlin puts out the candles, drunk off the best wine the castle can offer due to the feast, sounding vulnerable and tired and very, very young. 

“Will you stay, please?” Arthur says from under piles of blankets. “Will you come here?”

And Merlin just nods, changing into his sleep tunic and pants that he keeps in Arthur’s room for nights like these, making his way over to the bed. Setting his boots on the floor and tucking in. Arthur immediately curls into his side. 

“You smell nice,” Arthur whispers, his breath tickling Merlin’s ear. His tongue slurs his words, still affected by the alcohol. 

“It’s the vanilla. I’ve been in the kitchens all day.” 

“No, you smell like you.” Merlin feels his heart clench at that. 

“You’re drunk,” Merlin says, unable to keep the affectionate fondness out of his voice. He brushes Arthur’s hair from his eyes. Arthur grunts, but holds Merlin closer. 

After a few moments, Merlin believes Arthur is asleep, but he hears Arthur murmur sleepily as he traces patterns on Merlin’s chest, “You’re so beautiful. I love you so much. I love you every single day.” 

And Merlin has trouble believing him, but he says, “I love you, too.” 

——————————————————————————

They don’t talk about it. Arthur doesn’t seem to have remembered it. Nevertheless, things don’t change, after that. 

——————————————————————————

The first day of spring comes around, and with it Merlin’s birthday. He smiles as the flowers bloom, as his magic surges out to the fields and wildflowers grow. Gaius makes him a special breakfast, gives him some new charcoal to draw with. Gwen and Morgana give him a very beautiful dagger coupled with little flowers they’d forced into his hair very early in the morning, and the knights invite him for a night at the tavern. 

Arthur doesn’t acknowledge the day of his birth at all. 

And it’s not a big deal, truly. He’d grown up with just his mother and Will, and though they made an effort to acknowledge his birthday, there was never anything spectacular. Ealdor was what it was, and he’d been grateful for whatever he had. 

But he can’t help but wonder if it’s because Arthur’s always hated birthdays, but remembers how he’s gifted Gwen some new tools for blacksmithing, and Morgana a lovely necklace.  The king had even gifted Gwaine a personal tankard, and Lancelot new gloves. 

Merlin goes into Arthur’s chambers that morning to bring Arthur’s breakfast, and doesn’t get so much as a ‘hello’. 

“Set that down on the table,” Arthur says, glued to his desk once more. His eyes flick up to Merlin very briefly, and sees the little flowers in his hair. “What are those flowers for?” 

“Gwen and Morgana gave them to me for--” 

Arthur scoffs, rolling his eyes a bit. “Don’t be such a girl. Take them out before training today.” 

“Arthur,” Merlin starts, feeling riled and annoyed and hurt. 

“You’re dismissed.” 

Merlin glares at him, but deflates. There isn’t anger left anymore, just disappointment. Sorrow.  “Why are you so mean to me, Arthur?” 

Arthur snaps his head up. “What’re you talking about?”

“I’ve been trying to understand what’s going on, with your slow acceptance of the magic, and... the kisses, but I can’t. I can’t do this anymore,” Merlin says very softly. He longs to say, You’re breaking my heart, but holds his tongue. “It’s like I’m nothing to you but a few snogs on the side. I can’t go on like this.” Arthur just stares at him, his mouth slightly agape. “I’m sorry, sire. I won’t be attending you for the rest of the day.” 

———————————————————————

Hours later, Merlin is ambushed by his prat of a king as he grinds herbs for one of Gaius’ sleeping draughts. He wants to get his list of chores done before he heads out to the tavern with his friends. 

“What do you want?” Merlin says haughtily. “I told you I can’t attend to you today, and I also don’t want to see you.” 

“Come with me, please,” Arthur says tentatively. He’s no longer wearing his armor, and it looks like he’d had a bath after training, wearing a simple tunic and pants. He would look common, if not for his golden hair and the way he carries himself like a king even now. “Ready a bag, something light. You don’t have to bring much.” Merlin glares at him. 

“I said I don’t want--”

“Please, Merlin,” Arthur says, near begging. “Trust me.” Skeptically, Merlin puts down the bowl, packs a light bag, and follows Arthur to the stables. They get onto their horses, and Merlin follows Arthur’s lead. 

He is brought, shockingly, to a meadow. Arthur leaps off his horse first, tethering it to a tree, and goes searching through some bushes. He brings out a blanket and a basket and sets it down. Merlin gives him a suspicious look. “Are you enchanted?”

“No.” Merlin approaches him, and Arthur removes his shoes and settles on the blanket. “Sit.” Surprisingly, Merlin does as told. “I’m sorry I’ve been horrid. I want to make it up to you.” He rifles through the basket a tad, and pulls out a lovely, deep purple robe. It looks like it costs more than Merlin’s made in the past ten years. “Happy birthday, love.” 

“You’ve definitely been enchanted.” 

“Shut up,” Arthur says, swatting Merlin’s arm. “I know I’ve been... in a mood. I’ve treated you horrendously. I was confused, and stressed, and while that is in no way an excuse for my appalling behavior, I just wanted to apologize and tell you why.” He pulls out a scroll tied with red ribbon and hands it to Merlin. Merlin undoes the bow, eyes traveling down the page. 

I, Arthur Pendragon, king of Camelot, hereby repeal the ban of sorcery and legalize the usage of magic. Wizards, sorcerers, warlocks, and witches will now be protected within Camelot’s borders. 

“Arthur,” Merlin breathes. “Oh, Arthur.”

“This is what I’ve been working on, for those months following your confession. It only got approved today.” Merlin tackles him with a hug, kissing the day light out of him, and smiles brighter than the sun. Arthur looks up at him, surrounded by wildflowers. “I love you. I’ll get better at showing it, I swear it. I love you.” 

“And I love you.” 

——————————————————————————

Merlin is at the tavern as the knights, Gwen, Morgana, and Arthur are gathered at a large, round table, laughing over drinks and telling stories, singing songs. The whole tavern seems to be in a good mood, many coming by to say happy birthday to Merlin on their way out or in. And Arthur, beautiful and golden, squeezes his hand every time someone tells him ‘happy birthday’. He fixes Merlin with a meaningful look. He tucks a flower behind Merlin’s ear and when a petal falls to the table in the space between them, Merlin thinks, 

He loves me.

[steve-kemp]

“It’s so hard to forget pain, but it’s even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.” ― Chuck Palahniuk

[valkryie-warrior]

Can someone recommend me some merthur fics from ao3 where Arthur feels betrayed by Merlin once he learns about his magic. Possibly post getting together, but with a happy ending please. I need the angst.

[shymagnolia]

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

[shymagnolia]

okay so i just got my dream job??? a week after applying to it?? and now i’m thinking….maybe this is the good luck post

[flagellant]

…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment

likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post

[coffee-or-hot-cocoa]

i need all the help i can get for finals

[finnglas]

Hey so

the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like. 

So you know. 

This might be the real one, y’all.

[azaraspirit]

what the hell? i could use some luck *hits reblog*

[worldheritageposts-official]

World Heritage Post

[ificouldwrite]

manifesting good luck my loves

[ificouldwrite]

man i just,,, so desperately want to be loved.

not even romantically, i just want to know that someone loves me, like in general you know? there’s a sadness i can’t really escape and it feels endless and god i want to be loved, but i will never say it to anyone aloud. i don’t think i can, and this will just remain here.

but i’d like to be 100% certain i would be missed, and i’m not sure about that right now but maybe one day i will be.

anyways, it’s time to not do my homework 😍 good night

[wootwona]

stfu stfu literally nobody has an ugly smile or an ugly laugh its just not a thing. your smiles and laughter are the literal manifestations of your joy theyre gorgeous no matter what they look like or how they sound

[fullmetal-weaboo-trash]

*reads a gorgeous line in a fanfic* oh my god. how is this possible. how did they even fucking think of this. the symbolism is spot on. the planets are fucking aligned, everything is one and all and the world is complete, my soul is at peace

[ificouldwrite]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

crime au!

Summary: Merlin Emerson is the Detective Sergeant of a missing persons case, but when he successfully finds the victim, he also finds that the victim is another lead in Detective Inspector Arthur Pendragon's case. Now, the two have to work together to find a serial killer behind a string of murders, if Arthur doesn't (figuratively) kill him first.

Updates will be every week (Wednesday) if you’d like a read! Thank you! <3333

[vulcanhugsclub]

Instead of the sun/moon trope, how about the lightning/thunder trope

which of your otp is showy, bright and illuminating, always visible and dramatic, lights up the earth, usually looking for a fight -- not subtle at all and truthfully, not very threatening

which of your otp is subtle but also very scary, is not always visible, is always a threat, shakes the earth, and is mostly peaceful until they're not -- a subtle but ever present threat