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Merlin: *lets out a sad little sigh* I wish my life was less difficult.

Gwaine, already sprinting halfway across Camelot: SOMETHING TELLS ME MERLIN NEEDS A HUG-

My issues with emberlynn valentines merch

■ I don't love how skinny she looks

■ her outfit is....okay? I mean it not the best but it not the worst. It just not giving sexy to me.

Overall, I like the pink and blue color scheme they picked out for her.

My slight edit/redesign of her:

■ I tried my best to give some of her chubbier body back, and I think I did a good job!

■ I made her have a more sexier pink outfit...why? Because we don't have a lot of sexier merch or merch in general of the fat characters we have in Hazbin or Helluva.

I hope op knows how correct they are and both sides of their pillow are cold tonight and many nights more

Says the woman who would rather post about going to Broadway shows, karaoke, going to see movies multiple times, traveling abroad, and going out to eat than donate to charities or give to the more unfortunate. Fucking hypocrite.

For everyone who bought this! You better get comfortable. This gonna take a long time.

But seriously, how is anyone not getting angry? I can not stress this enough to everyone who bought this. You all have the patience of a saint.

Like, what do they mean? "The design is still being worked." Like brother, the design should've been finished 11 months ago!

I swear they pull excuses out of the trash because what?

some drawings I did for my digital art final 🦐

quotes from when my brother walked in on me watching merlin

camera: pans to merlin

bro: "who is this twink"

knights of the round table + gwen: chilling

bro: "so does merlin take them all at once or individually?"

me: explains merlin and lancelot in Lancelot du Lac

bro: so his fuckbuddy was resurected but turned straight

NEED I SAY MORE???

Scorned Via AU pt.1

Asks are welcome for her! I'll be answering it under #scornedoctavia !

CW familial abuse, incest, incestuous abuse, sexual abuse <mentions only, self harm, eating disorders, addiction

With the expulsion and betrayal of her father, leaving her with her abusive uncle and unstable mother, Octavia is left even more distraught and lost then ever before.

At first it was easy to blame everything on her father, but then she caught onto her Uncles abusive tendencies, how he treated her mother... She always had a feeling her mothers immature nature was hiding something more, how she drowned herself in socializing and making sure to be around others all the time. But when her uncle moved in, something had changed. He isolated both her and her mother, even more then they were under Stolas's "care", he was flippant with his mood, and especially affectionate to her mother. Her mother never seemed quite comfortable, though clearly she just wanted to make her brother proud and took it on the chin.

It wasn't just her mother he was... affectionate with. He called her by her nickname despite never being in her life before. " Via~ " a slimy tone. lingering touches on her shoulders that made her shudder. She knew her uncle was gay, she had the misfortune of being left home alone by her parents every time he had a wedding to a new suitor, those never lasted. Surely he was just... flamboyant. It wasn't too different then her fathers sexual comments around her to do with that... man.

She found herself pulling out her feathers, leaving a right mess of her hair and tail, bald patches covered her weakened body. She had stolen some of her fathers old cigarettes, smoking seemed to calm her mind, if only slightly. Taking care of herself became harder, she often found herself unable to muster up the courage to undress to bathe when her uncle was in the mansion. No matter the wing he was in, no matter if the door was locked. She believed it was a stupid fear, but a fear nonetheless.

The date of her 18th was fast approaching, not that it mattered. She had no one to celebrate it with, and it wasn't like anything would change once she turned 18. Or at least that's what she thought. Wandering the mansion, a habit she had started when all of her fathers stuff had finally been disposed of. Chitter came from the longue her mother and uncle often inhabited, though this time something was different. Her mothers voice was booming, though less scratchy as it usually was, these shouts clearly came from the bottom of her chest. Octavia had never heard her mother use such a tone. "ARE YOU INSANE? SURELY YOU ARE PULLING MY FEATHERS" Stella growled, though the man only cooly replied "Oh, dearest~ sister, why would i ever joke about family affairs like this?". Stellas beak audibly snapped shut at the tone, he continued "Marrying our lovely Via off will advance our families bloodline within the Goetia, surely even you can wrap that pwetty, wittle head around that~!" in a cooing tone. Octavia gasped in utter shock, HE was planning on getting rid of her? at the thought the shock dissipated as this made complete sense, he was a selfish greedy man, of course he would. Octavia cautiously peered into the longue to listen in further...

To be continued!

Authors note: This is my first time trying to fully write out dark themes like this. I understand if people are uncomfortable, but I by no means intend to romanticize or normalize this subject matter! Like all authors I'm pulling from my life experience and what I've witnessed around me, so I'll try my best to be authentic and honest with these themes.

I am by no means affiliated with d4rkfic/pr0para/ship/fic/d34dd0ve or any of that stupid shit lmao.

Merlin is on bed rest and unavailable to work so George has to step in for a few weeks

“George, where are my socks?”

“They’re in the sockdrawer sire, next to your smallclothes — here, i’ll grab them for you”

“But why are they there??”

“Because…that’s where the socks belong?”

“But Merlin always kept my socks in the basket next to the wardrobe”

“Why would he do that? that makes no sense?”

“Huh…no idea… but I prefer it that way, so dump the socks into the basket and leave the drawer empty”

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“Your breakfast is on the table sire, i’ve pressed your formal robe so it’s ready for petitions in the afternoon, and your ceremonial circlet is polished for you”

“Why are you standing over there? aren’t you gonna drag me out of the bed feet first?”

“Your majesty!? why on earth would I do such a thing?!”

“It’s just…that’s usually how merlin wakes me up — nevermind, hand me that apple”

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“I’ve packed your saddlebags for the hunting trip, my lord”

“Good, It’s going to be a great day for fishing”

“Fishing sire? I’m afraid I haven’t packed anything for a fishing trip, forgive me sire, I had no idea your plans had changed”

“Oh right, you wouldn’t know. Merlin hates hunting, so we always fish, but we still call it a hunting trip so that others won’t ask any questions”

“I see, sire (he didn’t) but are you still going fishing now that Merlin is on bedrest and unable to join?”

“Ah…I hadn’t thought of that. Perhaps you would join me?”

“I …thank you sire, but my chores…”

“Of course, you’re right. I’ll ask Sir Percival if he will join me instead”

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“My lord, might I help you with — that?”

“Ah no thanks George, I’ve got it”

“Right of course sire. Might I ask, no forgive me, its not my place to question his majesty”

“No no, go ahead, just ask”

“What…or I guess, why are you…dusting under the bed?”

“Merlin gets terribly sneezy when it’s dusty, so I always make sure it doesn’t get too dusty in here, otherwise I’ll never hear the end of it, ahaha”

“But why isn’t Merlin, your manservant, dusting under the bed himself?”

“Oh he hates dusting”

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so real of you aubrey