#thelynchbros

[faeparrish]

call down the hawk was... !!!!!

[infinite-mirrors]

I love your art style so much! The way you draw ronan and adam is pretty much exactly the way I picture them in my head, especially adam

aaww, really?? thank you so much!! I struggle with Adam’s design, I feel like he looks different every time I draw him lol (if you look at the difference between the host club au Adam and the most recent Adam it’s... superbly obvious). so that makes me feel very happy. 

[merlinfic]

do you know of a fic where Arthur is riding his bike to work and it starts raining so he goes into Merlin's book store to avoid it? They fall in love and at some point they decorate the store for Christmas. I've read it twice but I forget the name and how it was tagged on ao3 :(

Hiya! I believe that’s Skipping Beats, Blushing Cheeks by Thursday_Next.

Summary: Merlin works at the old, rundown bookshop that Arthur bikes past daily on his way to work. Normally Arthur doesn’t spare a second glance at it, but when a winter storm rolls in unexpectedly, he ducks inside and meets Merlin.

[nikanndros]

(spoilers) not gonna lie when nikandros kissed damen I screeched in the middle of a crowded hallway, scared my friends and then proceeded to be shook while trying to study for the math quiz I had right afterwards

HAHAHAHA I hope you pass your math quiz despite the trauma

[niniblack]

hear me out... stewart semple/anish kapoor lamen au

Look, friend, Laurent just wanted the blackest black. He needed the blackest black. He needed a black so pure that it absorbed 99.96% of light, a black so dark that it was difficult to look at, a black so black that it made you question everything else in life. If this is really black, and then what about all the things you have thought were black before? Were they not truly black? If black isn’t black and only this black is black then what even is black? What is anything?

Laurent needed that. And the opportunity to have it was given to him and really, who can blame him for taking it? Except, apparently, the rest of the art world. A bunch of crybabies, Laurent thinks. As though they would know what to do with the color if they even had it. As though anyone else would have come up with something as brilliant as his whirlpool exhibition.

He doesn’t hear about the pink until his assistant brings it to his attention. Nicaise looks almost gleeful as he holds out his phone for Laurent to see the post.

“Who’s Damianos?” Laurent asks.

“Who the fuck knows,” Nicaise says. “Look at this. ‘By adding this product to your cart you confirm that you are not Laurent de Vere, you are in no way affiliated with Laurent de Vere, you are not purchasing on behalf of–’”

“I can read it,” Laurent says, grabbing Nicaise’s phone. He clicks the add button, using Nicaise’s stored credit card information to purchase the pigment.

Two days later, Nicaise says that he got an email from Damianos himself, saying that he knows that Nicaise works for Laurent and that Nicaise can’t purchase the pink pigment.

It takes a moment before Laurent can school his expression back into something neutral. “He’s serious.”

“Looks like it,” Nicaise says.

Laurent frowns. Since Damianos has released his pinkest pink pigment, and banned Laurent from having it, the entire story has gone viral. He’s been getting lots of messages calling him selfish, and an asshole, for not sharing Vantablack. There are articles in major newspapers documenting the feud between Laurent and Damianos. The inundation of hate might sway a lesser person, but not Laurent. He been thinking about an installation that uses the more creative hate messages, but hasn’t come up with anything concrete yet.

Two weeks later, Damianos introduces “the glitteriest glitter” and bans Laurent from using it as well.

It takes another week for Laurent to get someone to buy the pink pigment and give it to him, and once he has it he does something incredibly professional. He dips his middle finger in the pigment and has Nicaise take a picture of him flipping off the camera. Nicaise posts it to instagram, and within an hour there are several articles popping up online detailing the latest development in the feud. Damianos responds by calling Laurent “petty”, acting as if there’s no reason this word would apply to himself as well.

It’s not until a few days later that Laurent actually mixes up some of the pigment into paint and is forced to admit that it’s actually good. For all that Vantablack absorbs all the light that touches it, this pink reflects it back ten fold.

It gives him an idea.

Two months later he invites Damianos to the opening of his latest exhibit. Laurent has entitled it “Petty”, and the centerpiece is a swirling mix of Damianos’ pinkest pink with Laurent’s blackest black. It both reflects and absorbs all the light that touches it. It’s downright painful to look at, and Laurent watches in satisfaction as the patrons glance at it out of the corners of their eyes, trying to keep from fully engaging.

He’s not sure what he was expecting Damianos to look like, but the giant standing in front of him definitely wasn’t it.

“You’re still not supposed to have that color,” Damianos says.

Laurent shrugs. “It goes well with the Vantablack, doesn’t it?”

“That’s one way of putting it,” Damianos says.

“Oh? How would you describe the piece then?”

Damianos looks at it straight on, eyes squinting a bit. “It’s like a maelstrom,” he says. “A fluorescent pink maelstrom. I feel like the black is sucking me in at the same time that the pink is spitting me out.”

Laurent considers that, and decides that there might be something to this Damianos after all. Something lurking behind the jealous colorist who banned him from using any of his pigments.

Also, he’s really hot.

“Do you want to see my studio?” Laurent asks.

Damianos doesn’t try to hide his surprise. “Your studio?”

“It’s across town,” Laurent says. “I’ll let you see the Vantablack, since you’re so keen on it.”

“It’s more the principle of the matter,” Damianos says.

“It’s no different than Klein and his blue,” Laurent points out.

“Klein used it as his signature color,” Damianos says. “And he created it himself. It’s all he’s known for, today. Something tells me you want to be known for more than just being the only person to use black.”

“Do you want to see it or not?”

Damianos gives him a long look, gaze darting down Laurent’s body before meeting his eyes again. “I want to see it.”

Laurent just barely keeps himself from smirking before leading Damianos out of the room.

Later, he absolutely refutes the story that the entire scandal was planned from the beginning to increase the value of his own and Damianos’ work. Yes, it’s because of their fight over the color that they met and fell in love and got married and are living happily ever after, and yes his last exhibit used colors developed by Damianos exclusively for the project, but he’s not a YBA. His work doesn’t rely upon the context of his own life to have meaning. His work stands on it own.

But he does relent and let other people use the Vantablack.

[dollopheadsandclotpoles]

whenever I get sad I just think about the scenes from merlin where arthur has to ride a horse and his hair flops up and down all floofy as he rides

Oh my god YES. Excellent content. 

Whenever I’m sad I remember how the script for episode one said Arthur was ‘ripped like 50 cent’ and how he tears his shirt off before he tries to fight Merlin sfhjgdkjhg 

[ifwehadamonkey]

thelynchbros replied to your post: hello i’m back to talk about the witcher and the...

is it worth watching?

i think so, yes. the only thing i would warn you about is that there are time jumps throughout the show that they don’t tell you about, and i had to sort of figure it out, so it got confusing. but i’m really loving geralt and this whole medieval fantasy world they’re in. my cuppa tea.

[faeparrish]

I saw your additions to the post about ronan staring at adam and made a video for it so thank you for making that compilation

aa thank you:’) if you could link/credit that post in your video compilation I would be rlly grateful !! ❤️