#kinda-ish

[pansylair]

tinkering around with an abelisaur-esque fictional creature!

[coconuttyglittersmurf]

[benjaboyisatwink]

OH SOMEBODY SEDATE ME AFTER THIS WEEK'S EPISODE WHAT THE FUCKKK

[ryeallytired]

I (partially) finished my bookcloth dustjacket designs for the first two BBC Merlin books!

(if folks want, once I finish all the designs, I can make a how-to post for making these for your own merlin books)

Symbols:

For The Dragon's Call, the top two are supposed to look like two sides of an old style coin that was stamped with the symbols that appear on Excalibur in the show. The bottom two are chains in reference to Kilgharrah (and something something the chains of destiny and knowing how it "should be" or smthing...)

Valiant was a little harder, not as much to pull from. So it gets crossed swords for the tournament that's taking place, with the dog statue's head as the bottom symbols.

[robnikmeria]

[petitprincess1]

TOH community, does anyone know why the statues of Caleb and Philip are there? I'm starting to think it was something completely rewritten or cut out. Because, like, their tale is just that these two feral boys appeared outta nowhere, assimilated, and then just peaced out. They made it look like they were pioneers or something. Definitely made it seem like they traveled together like Louis and Clark (yes, I know the problematic crap, that's not what this post is for).

They made it seem like Philip and Caleb helped create Gravesfield or something. It's just kinda strange. Neither of the two did anything remarkable for that town...so....help?

Hell, what did they do to even deserve a tale named after them? I understand it existing to like scare kids back in 1600s, but I guess it was legendary enough to continue throughout history. I suppose x3

[applepies-and-starlight]

My most batshit insane PM headcanon is that the Ordeals in Lob Corp (barring the white ones) are all distortions (*loose use of the term) of the canonically named nuggets

Tiffany Brown who used Hod's kindness* to substance abuse enkephalin? Yeah she PMMM'd into the fucking W o r m s .

[unholyplumpprincess]

Lil prompt for Lady D and a female reader, can be headcanons or fic as you see best: One of the other lords, maybe Heisenberg to be a little shit, maybe Donna just being sweet, maybe Mother Miranda being a creep, starts flirting with reader whenever they see her, specially in front of Alcina. She's not mad at reader, but she does chase away the flirter, and then decides to show the reader just why being Lady Dimitrescu's consert is the best choice there is.

As stated in my rules, I don't do fic requests nor gendered readers so this shall be like an Imagine and a Gender Neutral reader :D

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Warnings: R18+/NSFT under the cut, Reader is gn and ambiguous, possessive undertones

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It's not like your Lady made her feelings very obvious- let alone concise. You were her Personal Assistant, as she put it. You were to not be harmed by her daughters or herself and were given special treatment, in return you practically followed your Lady like a dutiful pup at the ready. Ready to pour her more wine, provide company, as well as reading the ledgers and working out her books for future trips or schedules.

This meant you were to attend when the Lords and Ladies had discussions. You were quite familiar with all of them by now, politely waiting outside the door when it came down to them getting to business. But this time when you turn to leave, it's Heisenberg who stops you with a, "Hey! Why dontcha stick around, doll? You're practically family, right?"

The word 'family' is seethed. A word caught on the tips of his glinting canines and the thickness of his cigar. It seemed a word he didn't like, but you pause, looking to your Lady who rests in her chair with her quellazaire perched between her gloved fingers. She regards you with a glance over, then a look over to Heisenberg who is patting the spot next to him with another. "Well? Come keep me company."

Alcina gestures for you to follow, and you bow your head politely before approaching the elegant couch. You take your spot next to him, hands folded in your lap and back straight. For the most part, he's shockingly polite as things begin. He doesn't touch you, but he does turn and cup his hand around your ear at some points to murmur to you about what a bore his 'big sister' was being when she'd decline on bringing guests around for more 'testing'.

His voice is low, caressing your skin and making your body shudder. At some point he laughs and it's low and smoky, making you briefly bite your lip. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see your Lady tense her jaw. Her ruby lips thinning and her dark gaze flickering to you.

When the meeting is over, Heisenberg thanks you for your company with a tip of his hat and tucking a piece of paper in your hand as he passes by. When you unroll it, you find it has numbers scribbled on it. And it had been rather long since you'd had a friend! It was exciting to you.

Especially to feel...wanted. He'd been kind enough, and besides, your Lady had been rather confusing. Some days she'd hold your chin and bow down to your height, pulling you up and let her breath brush your lips as she'd murmur for you to obey. Sometimes you'd walk into the same room as her to perform your duties and she'd scoff at you like you were nothing, shooing you off. And then other days she would offer for you to bathe in her huge bathtub, offering all her luxuries with it and telling you you worked too hard.

Up and down she was. You didn't like games being played with you. But it didn't seem you'd have to wait much longer for that.

!NSFT under cut here!

"I don't like the way he requested your company," Alcina begins that night as she sits at her vanity. You take care in taking the pins out of her hair, her sitting in a white night gown that's rather modest despite her ample cleavage. "He's a child, my dear. He takes what is mine and breaks it-"

"What is yours?" You question without thinking as you let her hair tumble down her shoulders. You stumble a bit on the stool you're standing on when you catch her golden gaze in the mirror, seeing just the way she narrows her eyes at your question and you stumble with your words. "W-what I mean to say is, My Lady- I-I-"

"Perhaps I have not been clear, pet. Forgive me for making that mistake." Her voice is eerily calm when she speaks, standing from her seat and turning to face you. Even on the stool you only come up to chest height at best, and you swallow thickly. Her cold fingers grasp your chin, tipping it up towards her as her large thumb swipes across your lips and makes your cheeks flush. "I shall correct that immediately."

You're lifted from where you stand. Practically thrown onto the bed as your heart races. You find yourself pinned beneath her, one hand cradling your head, the other pressed into the bed by your side. Her lips linger near yours, a quiet request, and you can't help but appreciate she's ensuring you want this too.

When your lips meet, you can taste the thick wine upon her tongue when she licks into your mouth. You're kissed until your mouth is smeared with her lipstick, her lips trailing down your neck and her words filthy yet sweet in your ear. Claiming you, telling you to say her name- her rightful name, no pleasantries. To call for her, to let her know who you belong to.

Your legs end up yanked over the side of the bed, held apart and her face between your legs. It doesn't matter how much you squirm and beg, she won't let you cum until you're calling her name. Licking and kissing you raw, moaning into you about your divine taste, making you feel higher and higher with each orgasm.

By the end of it, you're covered in her lipstick and trembling head to toe. Watching her tidy herself up in her vanity with small dabs of her lipstick and her piercing gaze following the way you shudder and shake with your legs splayed still. "Any other foolish questions, my dear?"

"None, My Lady." You breathe in return.