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Help this is basically what happened when I realized I fell in love and realized I’m gay as anything

The day Remus Lupin realises he’s in love with his best friend, and as a consequence is gay, he takes out any book he can find that may help explain his feelings.

He finds himself in the pages of the Iliad and the sonnet love declarations of Shakespeare.

Remus usually reads to learn but this time he’s doing it to understand, to feel and to empathise.

His identity grows from books and he yearns for experience, for love and connection - he has time to feel it all.

They really are two sides of the same coin i cant

Arthur wears a mask of power and confidence over insecurity and neediness.

Merlin wears a mask of insecurity and neediness over power and confidence.

Bro for anyone feeling this: it’s probably the christianity if you were brought up catholic, you can deep six that shit like throwing slime on the ceiling

Also i love being able to mash a bunch of bots into one poly ace relationship but i honestly forget some people dont do multishipping bc the amount of times ive seen “oh i wish character a was with character b but a is already with c” like buddy, you can put them all together

Ok so i will only ship transformers in a completely asexual way or bc its funny

But i find it completely funny when another in universe character thinks a ship is like fully 18+ and then like the ship doesnt do more than hold hands

Like its an amazing dynamic

Im now obsessed with the idea that shadow learned most of his mannerisms from the robotiniks and mainly maria

au where sonic and silver end up on the ark because i say so

a perfectly normal child being raised on a space colony for scientists that are slightly maniacal

Wow this obsession is sudden

so im posting my merthur wip hope its decent. concept is that there’s a shapeshifter that appears as your greatest love. Arthur has gone to tackle this alone and mysteriously. Merlin has followed him because of course. We are in the woods.

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Merlin felt like he was intruding, seeing Arthur so openly in love like this. The envy festered in his belly, green and sickening.

And then the shapeshifter appeared. Dark, messy hair, an open grin, a clumsy gait, and a very familiar outfit.

Oh gods.

It was him.

Merlin was stuck fast, wide eyed, his heart pounding in his chest. This was not something he had ever prepared for. Not even something he thought could happen. Arthur cared for him? What on earth had that thing said to him to get him to follow?

He fast reasoned that it must be a platonic bond, built on trust, that cemented him as Arthur’s greatest love. His greatest love. Romance was clearly out of the question here.

And yet.

Merlin’s mouth fell open in shock as the siren ran his fingertips slowly over Arthur’s shoulders, and down his strong arms. He could almost feel the contours of Arthur’s body on his own fingertips. Having dressed Arthur so often, he knew the planes of his arms and shoulders almost like the back of his own hands. Long had he dreamed of tracing them like this. He gasped aloud when the shapeshifter tugged on his sword belt, causing Arthur to laugh, undoing it and throwing it into the undergrowth.

Merlin should have been concerned that the thing had disarmed him, but he was far more focused on its clear mission in touching as much of Arthur as possible. Its hands slipped under his white tunic, Arthur laughing as they awkwardly tried to remove it. They finally got it off him, Arthur dramatically throwing his shirt as he tugged Not-Merlin towards him to kiss his neck, Arthur’s hands running through its hair. Merlin breathed desperately, watching his love shiver as shapeshifter kissed and licked at his neck, bliss evident on his face.

Merlin’s blood seemingly had no idea what to do with itself or where to go. He should probably put a stop to this, and save Arthur, but watching his fantasies come to life was quite riveting, actually. The siren annoyingly had Merlin down to a tee. He watched himself melt into Arthur’s touch, and whisper something into Arthur’s ear that made him chuckle. Arthur smiled back.

“I’m yours.” He said, loving and earnest.

He then boldly took its face in his hands-

Merlin snapped back into reality. He had to do something now. He leapt out of his hiding spot and tumbled down the bank.

“Arthur! That isn’t me!” He shouted, feet slipping on the muddy ground as he rushed towards them.

Arthur turned to Merlin, and jumped away from the siren as if he was burned, his face flushing red with shock and embarrassment. He looked between the creature and Merlin frantically.

“What are you doing here?”

“Saving your life, you git!” Merlin grabbed the shapeshifter’s arms, and shoved it away from Arthur, tackling it to the floor. It was very odd fighting himself, but his self loathing was deep enough that it was fairly therapeutic.

Arthur had somehow turned redder, with embarrassment or fury, Merlin wasn’t sure. “Well at least I know you’re the real you, this thing didn’t disrespect me once.”

“It had a bloody good go at it though! Good job I got here.”

“Yes, great job, well done Merlin.” Arthur said through gritted teeth.

Arthur, at this point, was feeling many things, most of which he couldn’t bring himself put into words. Confusion, horror, and the flames of embarrassment coursed through his whole body. However, watching Merlin frantically wrestle with himself also let in a few flickers of something that shot down into his belly, that he probably shouldn’t have been feeling in such a grave situation. He winced at his own insanity, and focused on the matter at hand, desperately searching in the leafy undergrowth for his sword belt.

The siren managed to push Merlin off, flipping them over, pressing his wrists into the mud. He was pinned there by the thing, still looking up at his own face, vindictive and angry.

“Ah… what have we here… you’re a different one, aren’t you. Complicated.” Merlin winced, as the thing tightened its grip, nails digging into flesh. “Must be difficult looking at your own face with so much self hatred. How’s this one?”

Merlin watched in horror as the siren’s face morphed from his own into exactly who he suspected he would see. Dark curls unfurled into a soft blonde, his narrow jaw became strong, square, and he saw the face he had shaved so many times, the eyes he saw blinking into the morning sun every day, settle before him on the face of the siren. The weight on him changed: Arthur’s shape was stronger, heavier. The hands around his wrists became familiar, callouses from sword fighting blooming on its palms, and he couldn’t help but slightly relax into its touch.

He dared not look up and catch the real Arthur’s reaction. He hoped he was still searching for his sword.

The siren smiled with Arthur’s face, soft and loving. Merlin had seen that smile on him just moments earlier, when he first broke into the clearing. He craved this. His traitorous heart filled with bittersweet joy.

HOLY SHIT

YOU CAN'T TELL ME IM WRONG!!!

THE PROOF IS IN THE PUDDING!!!

Merlin is what people want Wanda to be but gay and twink flavored lol

Merlin, who is so powerful he doesn’t need spells because his magic is instinctual

Merlin, who’s slowly been learning spells from Guius’ book but he finds them difficult and unnecessarily complicated (so he ignores it)

Merlin, who mostly just says what he wants to do and the magic within him lets it happen

Merlin, who ends up writing his own spells in the moment because he’s channeling the magic of the earth in his hands

Merlin, who is the most powerful sorcerer in the world, son of the sky and the sea, the last dragon lord, and a mamas boy

“how did you do that? what spell did you use!”

“idk man, i just wanted the mountain to move so it did”

Where the ancient meets the city

These are my own photos ^.^

“Watch where the bird flies! It will lead us to–”

“The entire crew dying bc you gave away your address to one of the god’s bitch ass son”

“…What?”

“I SAID THE–”

“PolitiES DONT GO WHERE THE BIRDS FLY THEY WILL LEAD US TO DEAD”

I also did this. Apollo’s forgot about the loophole.

My girl Cassandra deserved a better fate. Let her be one of the Ithacan sisters.