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gaiussleechtank · 3 months

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It was one of those nights: the peaceful ones where both King and Court Warlock could shed their titles and just exist as two friends sharing cups of wine beside a fire. Both were silent as they nursed their drinks and basked in the dim lighting the fire provided Arthur’s dark chambers.

Merlin was lying across the floor on top of countless pillows and blankets, parallel to the hearth of the fireplace. His feet were bare as he had kicked off his boots hours earlier and the cords of his tunic were pulled extremely loose. Merlin’s legs were crossed one over the other as one hand played with a lock of his own hair as the other blindly traced the engravings of his goblet.

Arthur was sat his chair above Merlin, facing the fire and looking down at the peaceful man. He was glad that Merlin’s eyes were closed because it allowed the King to openly stare. For someone who was regarded to be so aware of everything all of the time - Merlin has not once ever cottoned on to Arthur’s gaze on him. In a way, it was reassuring that Arthur didn’t have to fear being caught by the very man he was observing. But it another way it was far too frustrating: Arthur nearly wanted to be caught and then in turn be forced to admit his reasons for staring.

For the Goddess’ sake, how could Arthur not look anywhere but Merlin with the man lying so enchantingly in front of him, doused in the golden light of the flames?

How could he lay his eyes elsewhere when nothing and no one else brought him nearly as much happiness and fulfilment in his heart than Merlin?

How could he when Merlin was everything that he loved?

The nearly empty goblet rested on his lap with his hands encircling the rim, it would be stupid to say it.

“Merlin?” Arthur broke their silence.

Merlin hummed in response, he didn’t move nor open his eye, but the tone of his voice easily told Arthur that he was listening.

“I’m in love with you.” Oh, fuck.

The body in front of him stilled. Merlin’s hand retracted from his hair as he slowly sat up. Arthur couldn’t tell you when the Warlock’s eyes had opened but he could give you a thousand words at least on what it felt like to be under their unending gaze. Merlin didn’t look away from Arthur as he got to his feet and came to stand in front of his King.

Merlin might not have ever been aware of when Arthur’s eyes were on him - but Arthur was far too aware of Merlin’s piercing stare. The King averted his eyes and stared down at the lingering mouthful of wine in his cup, listening to Merlin’s few footsteps.

A hand slid underneath Arthur’s jaw and half cupped the side of his face: hesitantly, Arthur let himself be guided to look up at Merlin. Had it been anyone else, this would have been so dangerous - to willing put his heart and mind at risk by giving someone else so much control over him would have been a death wish if it were anyone else.

Yet this was Merlin, the one person in his life that he would faithfully trust the world with to the ends of time.

It was sad eyes that Arthur saw. Not angry. Not disgusted. Not hurt, or even happy. Sad, sad, eyes that Arthur would nearly say were brokenhearted.

Merlin sighed with a pained and defeated expression. “Not again.”

“What?” Arthur felt his breath catch in his throat.

Merlin smiled with a soft pain, his thumb stroked over Arthur cheek as he said, “You don’t love me, Arthur.”

“I- I do.” Arthur stammered, he hadn’t anticipated out right refusal, denial and disbelief as an outcome. “I do love you, Merlin.”

Merlin swallows and seemed to choke back tears.

“No, Arthur, you don’t.” He repeated. “This is a love enchantment, this has happened before. You aren’t in love with me.”

The words were far too rehearsed, Merlin’s expression too knowing and understanding. Arthur felt like a petulant child being gently corrected on the truth. Had this really happened before? Had Arthur been enchanted to be in love with Merlin before?

“Merlin, I know my feelings, please believe me.” Arthur begged in futile.

“I don’t think you realise how badly I want to, but I can’t.”

Arthur’s eyes widened at Merlin’s confession - even though the feelings were reciprocated, Arthur was still being rejected - but he saw it. He saw all of the held back and restrained love Merlin held in his eyes for Arthur. He finally was bearing witness to Merlin’s affection, only because the Warlock was allowing him to.

“Is it really so unbelievable that I love you that you are convinced my mind is under the control of a spell of potion?”

“I know you love me - in the way friends love one another, brothers even.” Merlin stressed, his words clearly hurting himself. “But you don’t love me the way I want you to, you never have and you never will.”

“You do want me to love you like this?” Arthur countered.

Merlin closed his eyes and shakily let out a sob, his hands ran from Arthur’s jaw and face, around the King’s neck and weakly grasped at the back of Arthur’s head. He pressed his face into Arthur’s hair, Arthur pulled Merlin in closer and strung his arms around the Warlock’s waist and back: he could feel Merlin weep.

“You won’t remember this conversation, you never have, so why not?” Merlin muttered with a bitterness that surprised the King. “I have loved you for years, Arthur, what I feel for you goes beyond the devotion of prophecy and bond of friendship. I’ve always known that you will never feel the same.”

How his heart ached on the verge of breaking: Merlin loved him. He was in love with Arthur. He felt the same as Arthur but clearly awful past experiences that Arthur cannot remember are preventing him from acting on the truth.

Arthur tried to speak but was cut off before he could even utter a syllable.

“No, Arthur, please stop.” Merlin said, slipping out of Arthur embrace. He looked so guilty.

Merlin believed Arthur not to be in control of his mind and actions, he believed Arthur to be susceptible to anything. Though Merlin was nowhere near the kind of person to take advantage of someone under the influence of something mind altering. Even though this ‘supposed potion or enchantment’ was giving him what the Warlock wanted, Merlin still held back and refused.

Even such a simple embrace, the kind of embrace that was becoming more commonly between them as the years progressed seemed to wreck so much regret through the man - Arthur wanted to shake him and scream at how wrong Merlin was: that he could and was consenting to any any hold or touch Merlin could or would give him.

Arthur stood up and met Merlin far too closely. Their faces were mere inches apart, dangerously so. The King saw how badly Merlin wanted to give in, he could see the arguments and thought process that Merlin was going through.

His hand hovered over the side of Merlin’s face as leaned in closer.

“Don’t.”

He froze.

“You’re not in the right state of mind.” Merlin breathed out, more for his own sake than Arthur’s.

Arthur hand fell to his side but he didn’t move away.

“Please tell me how I can prove my honesty.” He asked.

Merlin looked down with resignation and then turned away to the doors.

“Come, Sire, follow me.” Merlin murmured as he left.

He hadn’t called Arthur ‘Sire’ in years, not even in heated arguments did Merlin enforce that distance between them. It spoke tales to Arthur on how hurt his best friend was. He dashed after Merlin, it wasn’t hard to follow the sound of weary footsteps.

They were heading for Merlin’s laboratory. Arthur caught up with broken hearted Warlock and joined their hands together - Merlin allowed it.

Met with the smell of dodgy potions, old books, strong herbs, ash and numerous other smells that Arthur had grown familiar with associating with Merlin’s experiments, Arthur saw and felt Merlin relax slightly. They were on his ground now, they followed his rules.

Arthur let go of Merlin’s hand and took his chair that he always sat in when observing Merlin work.

“You stare a lot.” Merlin said as he leafed through shelves of bottles - no doubt searching for a cure-all potion that he had concocted in earlier years.

“I always have, you’ve just never noticed.” Arthur replied honestly.

Merlin sighed for the thousandth time that hour and stood up straight and returned to Arthur, bottle in hand. It was a small vial with opaque pink liquid filling less than a third of the bottle. He stood on the other side of the work bench and handed over the vial of anti-serum.

Wordlessly and without hesitation Arthur uncorked the bottle and drank his mouthful. Setting down the bottle, he leaned closer to Merlin, head propped up by his elbow, hand under chin, staring at Merlin patiently.

The Warlock also leaned closer, gold creeping into his eyes without a single incantation as he analysed Arthur’s reaction to the potion. The world seemed to hold its breath as it waited for the two men to get onto the same page.

“Well, am I really under an enchantment?” Arthur asked after a very long pause.

Merlin’s mouth fell open as his brow and eyes once again creased into tears.

“No… You aren’t.” Merlin managed to say, covering his face as he cried.

Arthur stood up and joined Merlin on the other side of the workbench. He pulled the shocked and relieved and sobbing Warlock into another hug. Both holding onto each other equally tight.

“I love you, Merlin.” Arthur promised his Warlock firmly.

#it’s so late #should be asleep #merthur brainrot when i should be asleep #bbc merlin #merlin #arthur pendragon #merthur #angst #fanfiction #merlin fanfic #merlin thoughts #court sorcerer merlin #king arthur

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greenbeanss · 2 months

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Late night doodles of Rody from dead plate!!! I love drawing him^^

#art #dead plate #dead plate fanart #dead plate game #the sillies #silly #rody lamoree #dead plate rody #doodles #artists on tumblr #it’s so late #it’s 3:30 am #help #old men #i’m crying

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shakaprio · 22 days

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i’ve been sleeping so much and so little that i do not know when a new day begins and ones ends. the only time i can be sure is when i’m alone on early morning walks that only contain fuzzy memories of blurred dreams. i feel my mortality.

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donnasmeatballs · 2 years

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Donna Buffiento 🍝🫦👁

I don’t even know this is so ☠️

#resident evil #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #donna beneviento #re8 lords #angie beneviento #angie re8 #re8 donna #memes #it’s so late #shitpost #alcina dimitrescu #karl heisenberg

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trashbag-baby666 · 13 days

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POV: you’re on John’s phone (firehouse au)

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buck_y:3 don’t forget to get your official Casper’s 118th calendar for 2024! This years charity of choice is The Trevor Project!

drrosiethal don’t gotta tell me twice!

drgcleven my man is off limits still.

l.e.m.m.o.n.s curtie looking handsome as usual!

bid.d!ck 💕❤️ if there was an EMT one you know you’d be my girl for every season.

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buck_y:3 Happy national pet day to all the Cleven animals! 💖

b.demarco can’t believe you got Chili to sit still without biting lmao

buck_y:3 who said he didn’t bite?

drgcleven he did not bite, Benny.

hambone69 bring Scooby back to the firehouse for a visit 💔

buck_y:3 he’ll be at the next softball practice!

h_croz ❤️❤️❤️ sending love from the Crosby zoo as well!

buck_y:3 We need another dog park date!

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#masters of the air #mota #mota firehouse au #john egan #phone pov #clegan #gale cleven #modern au #the 118th is essentially going to be casper fd(?)#does that make sense?#it’s so late #theo thoughts

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caprigender · 7 months

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Season 3 of archive 81 is like using doordash for your bloodmagic ritual supplies and you’re like :/ about the ethics of doordash and also :/ about thte ethics of blood magic but like ya gotta do what ya gotta do in this day and age :/

#Archive 81 #yelling at own ass #i accidentally convinced a coworker to listen to the podcast #And now I can’t stop thinking about it again #It’s so late #but I thought too hard about the season 1 themes and now I’m so hype I’m literally shaking

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skoulsons · 9 months

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goshwhaoehbzdvak the way that Joel says ‘it’s me’ or ‘look’ multiple times as he’s holding Ellie and trying to get her to see him, but every single one is mumbled and barely comprehensible, but then finally he gets a ‘hey’ in and its when he sees that she is finally coming to and knows she’ll hear him and then his cracked ‘look’ when she starts to calm down and he knows she’ll actually be able to see him and and and and

#it’s so late #I’m wiped #I’ve been wiped #and I’ve just been watching the hbo winger hug on repeat #as you do #missing them #wanting to her this aftercare fic done #and also this wip #and and also this multi chappy fic #and also so many others #I’m dying #the last of us hbo #joel miller #ellie williams

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griffussy · 6 months

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Halloween

#brawl stars #brawl stars art #brawl stars fanart #brawl stars griff #griff brawl stars #colette brawl stars #brawl stars colette #edgar brawl stars #brawl stars edgar #halloween #it’s so late

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rizzrizzriki · 1 year

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“anytime” | a jungwon short fic

word count: 668

warnings: none (i don’t think? lmk)

stressed! female reader x bf jungwon

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the clock struck 1 am, signifying the fifth hour in a row that you’d been studying. with every hour that had passed, you broke another promise to yourself that you would take a break, go out and get some air or, at least, light a candle to help set a mood. but, no, none of that ever happened. no matter how hard you tried to keep it up for those first few hours, you found yourself sinking deeper and deeper into your chair, your head lulling back and forth as your consciousness began to drift into nothingness.

but before slumber could have a chance to consume you, a loud knock on your door echoed throughout the room, your eyes opening widely in an instant.

you jolted awake in your seat, sitting straighter than you’d ever sat, as you quickly turned around to face the now-opening door. as soon as your eyes met the figure, a sigh of frustration escaped your mouth.

“what are you doing here, won?”

he stood there like an idle game character, trying to see if he should comfort you or leave you to your ‘studies’. but, he quickly decided to stay when he noticed the pronounced bags forming under your eyes, along with the paper scattered around your messy desk.

“me and the boys are going to the arcade. i just wanted to know if you could come, too.”

at first, it didn’t even register in your mind that he was talking, feeling far too tired to hear any of the words he was saying. he seemed to notice, stepping closer and closing the door behind him before taking a seat next to you.

“niki said he can beat you… are you really gonna take that defeat?” he asked, nudging you slightly, frowning when you didn’t even crack a smile.

he sighed, looking away from you, his hand coming to rest atop yours. “please y/n, you’ve been in here all day. i don’t think this is healthy.”

“i can’t do it, won,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. he lifted his gaze to meet yours again, confusion written clearly across his features. he opened his mouth, wanting to ask what was wrong, but quickly closed it again when he felt you squeeze his hand tightly.

“nothing’s working, i can’t even remember what i’m revising,” you said, tears forming from exhaustion and woe. “i feel so stupid.”

Jungwon frowned again, reaching over to wipe the tear tracks from your cheek with the pad of his thumb.

“don’t cry, you’re not stupid. school’s hard, and i know you really want that good grade,” he said, picking his words carefully. “but you’re gonna burn yourself out, y/n. no matter what, you’re more important than a test, always.”

you nodded weakly, leaning against his shoulder, trying not to think about the way his fingers curled around your waist. he closed your laptop before gently placing your head onto his shoulder, his free hand coming to rest atop yours. he kept running his other hand down your hair, whispering soft, comforting nonsense as you listened to his soothing voice, his heart pounding wildly in his chest while his hands continued their steady rhythm.

“we don’t have to go to the arcade, honestly. i just thought you might wanna secure your high score. y’know, before you lose.”

“now you’re just trying to get me to beat niki,” you laughed. “it’s working, though.”

he smiled, letting out a chuckle. “well, i wouldn’t be much use if i couldn’t cheer you up.”

you sighed, getting up to slide on your shoes, but not before jungwon pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead. he got up as well, grabbing your backpack and handing it to you.

“thank you,” you mumbled, slipping your arms through the straps. you glanced around your room one last time, noticing all of the papers littered everywhere.

“i know it’s really cheesy, but thank you, wonie. for everything.”

he smiled, his dimples appearing in full force. “anytime.”

my first fic eeeeeeeeee <3

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spock-smokes-weed · 1 year

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One thing I love that doesn’t get mentioned often is how the scenes in heaven are shot. I think the cinematography does a great job at establishing Aziraphale’s discomfort and fear of his superiors before he figures that out for himself.

The heaven offices are wide open spaces, super wide, bright, and empty. However the actors are often shot in extreme close ups, making it feel suffocating in all the wide open space. The place has no warmth to it either. Everyone dressed in elegant, expressive looking clothes, contrasted with Aziraphale’s old worn in clothes.

Another note on the clothes: Aziraphale is like one of the only angels/demons who wears “physical” clothes, and doesn’t manifest clothing like Crowley or Gabriel does. Michael Sheen even said Aziraphale’s wardrobe is supposed to invoke the feeling of something well loved and kinda frumpy, like an old couch. He expresses his love for humanity through the things they make like clothes, food, art, and books. So there’s always a contrast between him in the other angels anytime they’re in scenes together. The wardrobe is telling us how out of touch they are, and how even on a surface level it’s clear that Aziraphale is not one of them anymore.

Another things is Aziraphale’s wardrobe change after he gets discorporated. It can be hard to catch the first, because I think all the pieces are shaped the same, but he’s now dressed the part of an Angel. Everything is clean, new, and powder white. He finally “fits” style wise with all the other angels. And this is the moment where he chooses to put his foot down.

Aziraphale’s whole deal through season one was the struggle between his love for humanity and Crowley, and his fear of heaven and what disobeying them would mean.

So when the moment where his character arc comes together, and he has to choose between being a “good angel” in the eyes of heaven, and saving humanity, he’s dressed out of what we know Aziraphale loves. The costumes is screaming at us “Aziraphale being a “proper” angel would mean shedding all of his warmth. And that’s not who Aziraphale is”

And idk I think all of that is really neat. How so many things for Aziraphale’s character is represented through the cinematography and character’s costumes.

#good omens #aziraphale #it’s so late #early?#idk I’m sick as fuck and I woke up and now I can’t go back to sleep #take a rambling commentary about aziraphale because I love him

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