Not A Pro, But What Else Can I Say? I HAD TO DRAW THIS AMAZING TRIO

I really don’t think I can keep going so...every note this gets I won’t self harm or even plan my suicide for an hour

This is hilarious!

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This is fabulous! You’re is hilarious and I love their dynamic, especially Vale leaping from the chair like his life depends on it. Thanks so much for writing.

Hiya, could you do number 1 on the quarantine writing prompts for Silver and Vale please?

“You. Me. Quarantined for two weeks. Anything could happen.”Silver purred, leaning on the arm of Vale’s chosen armchair, well stuffed, near to the window, within arms reach of a coffee table. It was dark red.

“Yeah. I may kill you. Or we may both get sick.” Vale dryly said, he was flipping through a notebook, going over the notes of a recent case that would hopefully be going to trial when the quarantine was over. “Can I help you? You are in my light.” Silver got up, walked around the back of  the chair, dragging his fingers across Vale’s shoulders and back, Vale suppressed a shiver. He sat on the other arm.

“Is this better?”

“If you insist.” He said dryly. “Are you just here as an irritating distraction? Or do you actually have some purpose in being here?”

“This is my home.”

“Yes. You are an incredibly observant man. So you have any other shockingly new observations? Anything else that I may have missed?”

“I like this armchair.”

“I can tell. There were three strands of your hair on it when I sat down, and your slippers in front of it. I assume that the position by the window was intended for you to be able to watch the streets.” Vale said, flipping his page. “You like to know what is going on at all times and the view allows you to see who is coming to your door, and when they leave as well.”

“Anything else?”

“It was recently reupholstered, suggesting that you frequently throw yourself down onto it in a pique of melodramatic fitting.”

“Actually it was because I happen to enjoy bringing my bed partners up to this room.” Vale jumped out of the chair, stumbling over Silver’s slippers. “Oh, good lord you are gullible.” He slipped off the arm and landed over the chair. “No, you were… right the first time.” Vale had dropped his notebook in his rush to get out of the seat and Silver picked it up and held it out to him. “Thank you for the entertainment though.”

Vale snatched the notebook out of his hand. “You disgust me.”

“Would whiskey make you feel better? There’s a drinks cabinet over there.” He waved his hand toward the sideboard at the side of the doors. “If you fancy one, feel free to pour me a glass too.” Vale was going to snap back at him that he wasn't a servant, but a glass of whiskey sounded like a good idea, so he opened up the cabinet and plucked out the first bottle that he found, holding it up to examine it.

“This is good stuff.” Vale mainly said to himself as he unstoppered a bottle and splashed some into a glass.

“Of course it is.” Silver replied with an idle flutter of his fingers. “I have superb taste in alcohol, amongst other…” He watched Vale bend over to put the bottle away again. “Things.” He finished.

“I doubt you have good taste in most things.” Vale replied. He put the glass within Silver’s reach and kept the bottle in his hand. “I will give you this though. Thanks for the drink.”

“You’re welcome!” Silver called as Vale let the door shut with a thunk behind him.

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Ooh, tension! Ao guang ships it. Thanks for writing this, it was very fun.

Hiya, can I get may I have this dance for whoever you fancy writing it for, please?

"May I have this dance?" Ao Guang asked Irene, offering her a gloved hand, black silk she decided as she carefully lay her hand atop of his, conscious of Kai watching her. She could feel the power through the gloves, there was no shielding the strength of a dragon, even in human skin.

"I'd love to, though I confess to not being much of a dancer." She said letting him lead her toward the other swirling dancers. "I will try my hardest not to tread on your toes." He had similar laugh to Kai's, very soft and low, like the gentle rumble of a vintage car.

"Well, I hope that I do not tread on yours, I usually watch these things, but I wanted the opportunity to talk to you without arranging a formal meeting. Those things are so much effort and take up so much time."

"Oh, I am beginning to realise that too." Fear gripped her despite the forced lightness in her voice. "I... What is it that you wished to discuss? If it's something serious, than maybe a meeting is necessary."

"No, I wanted to thank you."

"Thank me? For what?"

"A good many things I believe. Shall we start with Venice?" He swept her in a turn and straight onto the dance floor. He caught her with the poise and grace of a professional dancer and she wished that she could claim to have the same set of skill. She'd attended plenty of dance classes in her youth, but she'd never enjoyed being on show in such a manner.

"You really don't need to thank me for that." She said, following his lead in the steps of the waltz, trying not to count the music beats aloud, rather than just in the back of her head to keep in time.

"You saved my son from a fate that many consider to be worth than death, as my brother tells me, at great risk to your own safety, and at the risk of your position in the Library."

"Kai is, was, my responsibility." She said. "It was through my own action that his kidnapping was able to take place. I do not deserve gratitude."

"I will have to disagree. From all accounts, you risked your life for my son, for that, I will be eternally grateful and in your debt. For your assistance in Paris, and your discretion, I also thank you, we would have been unable to get a treaty without your presence." She blushed a little bit. "Truly Irene. Or, do you prefer miss Winters?"

"Irene is just fine." She said, smiling. She caught a glimpse of Kai. "Your son is important to me, I was always going to go after him, I do regret asking him to meet me in Paris somewhat, he was kidnapped and injured due to the... Events, but I would not have succeeded without him."

"He said you were humble." Ao Guang's eyes flashed happily, sparking like stars in midnight skies. "He also speaks very highly of you, he has a great deal of faith and trust in you, I am glad that he's finally got someone as loyal as he is. You're a good match." Was there more implied there? They certainly were a good match, but Irene had no desire to made it a publicly known relationship. What had Kai said to his father?

The music swelled before slowly ebbing away. Ao Guang kissed the back of Irene's hand before she dipped into a curtsey and he bowed.

"I believe that my son wishes to be your next partner." He said as Kai made his way over to them. "Thank you for the dance, Irene, and thank you for all that you have done for my family, I am indebted to you."

"I hope I am not interrupting?" Kai said.

"Not at all." Ao Guang said. "Thank you for the dance, Irene, I hope that you enjoy the rest of your time here."

"Thank you, your majesty." Irene smiled as Kai offered her his hand. They waited for Ao Guang to walk away before turning back to the dancers.

"So, are you enjoying yourself?"

"I am, yes. Though I have to say," His hand was warm on her back. "Your father is a better dancer than you are."

Yeah, Irene totally abhors mornings.

In my head Kai is a morning person and Irene isn't, so breakfast in bed for Irene is very common

Super cute!

Perfect spot

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This is really cute, would seriously recommend. I utterly live writer Merlín, that’s a new headcanon of mine now.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Merlin (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Merlin/Arthur Pendragon (Merlin) Characters: Merlin (Merlin), Arthur Pendragon (Merlin) Additional Tags: POV Merlin (Merlin), Alternate Universe - Neighbors, Writer Merlin (Merlin), Fluff, Humor, Profanity, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, they kiss, merlin is horny for arthur, idiots flirting, merlin’s unable to write Summary:

“Why? Are you offering to buy me some?” Merlin jokes, letting his mouth run free like the idiot he is (why bother with pesky things, like a brain filter) “You know what they say, a man only buys you clothes so he can take them off you.”

Merlin hears a thud behind him as he climbs the stairs and looks over his shoulder, to see Arthur straightening up, as if he stumbled or something, “You ok mate?”

Ooh, I bloody love crumble.

My ugly daughter is fuuuucking delicious

That sounds incredible also super difficult to explain to parents. Queer vampires as my absolute fave!

My dad asked what I was writing for nanowrimo. How does one explain that it's about three vampires in a trench coat starting a cult and then getting pissy when people find out and also found family, everyone's queer and some other weird shit along the way?