That Would Be Wild, For Sure! 😂

Ooh, that would be genuinely painful to read! And I think Kai would lose the few remaining fragment of his sanity.

One of these days I am going to have to think of the crackest ship that there is and write something for it

I'm thinking Irene x Ao Shun

I got Baz as well, very pleased! I’m glad someone recognises the hard work I’ve put in, in the gay yearning department.

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Yeah, Irene gets up to a lot of shenanigans.

Irene: Do you think all of my wanted posters are for petty theft?

Irene: [Several stolen books fall from her jacket]

Irene:

Irene: Well, that’s part of it.

happy coming out day i hope none of you ever, for a second, assumed that i am heterosexual

Just an experiment. Reblog if you actually give a fuck about male victims of domestic violence and rape.

Of fucking course

What sick bastard doesn’t

Oh my god, merlin fandom we really deserve this.

look i know it’s a bold move but let’s start giving characters happy endings again

Please help me, I still have cancer and my last post isn't getting me help anymore

Hi, most of you have probably seen my last post that looked like this:

So the post now has over 12 thousand notes, and as great as it is to have that many notes..

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Also the murders.

Irene: Do you think all of my wanted posters are for petty theft?

Irene: [Several stolen books fall from her jacket]

Irene:

Irene: Well, that’s part of it.

Awww, this is so adorable! *hitting Arthur repeatedly* you’re so stupid, so so stupid.

A drunk Merlin hitting on Arthur and Arthur getting very flustered (and surprisingly pleased) about it.

"Hello, your majesty," a voice slurs to Arthur's right. Oh no.

"Merlin, I was gone for an hour. All you had to do was wait in our room, how did you—" Arthur remembers that he left Merlin with Gwaine. Arthur would very much like to reach back in time and punch himself in the face. "Ah."

"You know," Merlin says, and leans into him heavily. He coughs once and tries to push him off, wrenching his lukewarm drink from him at the same time, "You're very pretty."

"Thank you, Merlin," Arthur responds, averting his eyes in an effort to stay stoic.

"No, really," and that one almost comes out like a purr, all low and secretive. "Especially when you're out of that stupid chainmail."

"Right, well, the chainmail is kind of necessary, Merlin," he manages. Speaking is rapidly becoming... difficult. Especially with Merlin draping his arm around his shoulder and mumbling into his ear.

"Is it?" His breath is hot and smells of alcohol, and Arthur has to shrug him off again.

"You aren't being yourself, Merlin."

The light in his eyes dims a little. But then he blinks and scoots toward him again—this time with an entirely different approach.

"I sometimes wonder," Merlin says with something devilish playing at his lips, "If you choose not to learn how to dress yourself."

Arthur's voice is rough when he speaks. "Why would I do that...?"

"Because," he replies with a grin, "Then... well, I'd have to keep changing your clothes for you."

He feels Merlin's hand dancing across his thigh and grips it, pushing it away. His face is burning, he must be bright pink, and his heart is thudding hard.

"You're going to regret this tomorrow, Merlin. I swear I'll make fun of you until you die."

"Worth it," he mutters as he takes to playing with Arthur's hair. He tries not to think about how nice it feels.

"Right, that's it. Enough. Time to go to sleep," Arthur says with a finality which Merlin can puzzle out, even with a muddy brain that's been addled by alcohol.

"Nooooooo," Merlin whines as Arthur takes his forearm and drags him from the tavern.

As he marches his best friend back to their lodgings, Arthur has to remind himself that princes don't fall for servants.

Ooh, I understand the belly thing, it’s just a strange word. This is great fluff!

Here's a little secret about me, I hate the word belly. You will never ever hear me say it and very very rarely see me writing it, I avoid it whenever possible

"You... Don't have a navel?" Irene said, almost frowning as her eyes glided down Kai's firm muscles, following the trail that her fingers had made as she unbuttoned his shirt.

"A what?"

"Navel? A belly button? Do... Do dragons lay eggs?"

"Of course. What did you expect?"

"I don't know!" She exclaimed. "Have you never been with a human before?" He ruffled his hair. "I thought, well, you implied, that you'd had a good many partners."

"No, I said that I was good in bed. No, there were no humans before you." He said. "And I take it that you've never been with a dragon then?"

"No, only humans... Well, there was a vampire once." She shrugged. "Never a dragon. God, that's weird."

"What's a navel?" She opened her mouth, and shut it again.

"Well it's... Well, do you know what an umbilical cord is?"

"I have vague memories from a biology class well over ten years ago." He said. "Something to do with repro... Do humans not have gen-"

"We do!" Irene interrupted. "I just assumed that your bodies would be identical to humans." There was a side note that she hoped that they were... compatible. "No, its to carry nutrients to the foetus before we are born. Everyone has one, its a small mark on our stomachs."

"Really?" Kai wrinkled her nose. Irene sighed and started on the ties of her dress. "Oh..."

"Shush." She muttered, she let the dress pool to fall at her feet before starting on the strings of her corset. "Men have it so easier with fashion." She said, not unkindly but with a sharp edge.

"I'm more than happy to help." He smirked as Irene managed to get the knot undone and parted the boned fabric at her chest. "Heaven and earth, how many times have you been stabbed?"

"Not that many times? Maybe four or five times?" She said, looking down.

"That one is awful." He said, putting his index finger on her navel.

"That's my navel." She said. "I guess it's technically a scar?"

"But you said it was so you could eat as a baby."

"No, it- have you ever studied human biology? And- oh you- you're messing with me, aren't you?" He grinned and nodded.

"I'll admit that I have never seen one in real life and was unaware that it does in fact look like a scar." He said. "But I'm not that dim."

"You are the worst."

"Yeah, but you like me anyway." He said, stroking her jaw. "It looks weird though."

"Says the man without a navel."

"Technically, not a man."