Is He Gayyyyyyyyy…or Neurodivergent??

Why does his face in the last panel work so well holy shit

anything can be stobotnik if you want it to be

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.

One of our friends (as far as i remember he doesnt know the full extent of just how adorably ticklish she is) got a slice of pizza and knew she’d want a bite so he told me to tickle her to distract her and it worked

She still got a bite tho and i got to hear her giggle so i count that as an absolute win 😁

Especially considering the fact that thats the same day i realized her under arms are ticklish and that she gets incredibly giggly when i squeeze her hips and scribble my fingertips by her under arms

Why in the world?!

I have this friend. gonna call him J. J knows im ticklish. and normally just pokes me, sticking to my sides and back. BUT TODAY! this fuck (/pos) poked my stomach and i fucking squeaked and he says "why do you react when i poke you where youre not ticklish?" AND THEN! BEFORE I EVEN ANSWER! HE GASP AND GOES "aww are you ticklish on your tummy?" AND I STAND THERE! MOUTH SHUT! FLUSTERED OUT OF MY MIND! HAVING TO PRETEND IM TOTALLY NORMAL ABOUT THIS! My friends just casually say tickle and i don't understand!! like my friend, gonna call her L, just casually says "im gonna tickle you" AND IM LIKE PARDON ME?!? ITS A DAILY THING!! EVERYTIME I SEE HER SHE SAYS SOMETHING TO DO WITH TICKLING!! and im just here like im totally normal about this not flustered at all. there's my rant for the day. youre welcome

Why is this actually so sweet and pretty aksjsidhjdfhjdhcjdhfudjdjdj

i was gonna do more with this but i think this is about as far as ill go. maybe. who knows. happy late valentines <3

Gods mood dude

This is the closest to what i think of them as

no mourners, no funerals 🖤

I love the artstyle so much aksndidhdjdnjsjsjsjsj

AlriGHT fine, here it is, Metamy enjoyers.

I created this around February last year, but I never ended up posting it because I WASN’T DONE! I wanted to test out CapCut’s capabilities before PRO got introduced. I’m gonna check out alight motion next time…

.Anyways… BYE-

OG SONG

HELP THATS EVEN BETTER

Polite reminder to stay hydrated

HOW DID YOU FIND ME?!?

Made some more humanformer designs! Today’s victims are Bumblebee and Ratchet ✨✨

GUYS HELP MY GIRLFRIEND WAS BUSY AND COULDNT LOOK AT HER PHONE AND I MISS HER AND I ENDED UP RAMBLING FOR AN HOUR STRAIGHT BUT REALLY AN HOUR GAY I MEAN JESUS ON A POGO STICK I REALLY RAMBLED AND SHE ACTUALLY SAW IT NOW AND ANDJWBDJWBIGJEKGJEIFBKSJGIDHF