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Dogs have a fascinating range of personhood. Like they're all on a sliding scale, on one end you've got the kind of dog that's literally just some guy, like that's your uncle's roommate whom you share an awkward silence with when your uncle gets up to go get something and you two don't know each other well enough to make small talk.

And then on the other end of the scale, that's barely even an animal. Not a single thought in there. That's just the world's happiest battering ram.

"Well. I should probably fix this."

Baldur's Gate III - Astarion

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Someone exchanged their hearts.

Literally.

Through some magical induced surgery that left a nasty scar where their hearts were.

...

It doesn't really do or change anything. It's just that they know it's not their own.

Merlin: you've been treating me more kindly lately

Arthur: it's because you carry that thing around!!!

Merlin: you've also been kinder to yourself

Arthur: *clutching at his chest* Can't let your heart get broken, right?

It's silent, somber, the middle of the night.

Arthur: I don't think I've ever felt loved before

Merlin, sitting beside him: what do you mean?

Arthur, watching the fire dance: I don't know. I've never felt... Wanted... I guess.

Merlin: is this about Uther

Arthur: unmet expectations, you mean.

There is silence.

Arthur: everyone else is getting paid to be there when I need them.

Merlin: that's not true

Arthur: you say that because you're different, because you're the first person who's been different.

Merlin: I say it because no one would work for a prat like you for the money alone. Least of all a sorcerer, right?

Arthur: *huffs* thanks

Merlin: there are five kingdoms in Albion. One promises nothing but war, another is so deep in debt that the pourest show it, another is so wary they don't even think of their people and the last one has turned into a desert as their King died an isolated death

Arthur: so, I'm the least awful option then

Merlin: you're the golden King

Arthur: because of a prophecy

Merlin: because of your hair

Arthur: O.o?!?!

Merlin: *sighs* no, it's because you care and you give and you love. And that love is returned by your people

Arthur: Love shouldn't be transactional

Merlin: love was the very first currency.

Arthur: ...

Merlin: you've earned every heart you were given.

King Cendred: *angry* I haven't come here for a peace treaty!! *He slamms down a paper* I demand that you return what is rightfully mine!!! Or else, there will be no further negotiations. There will be war!

Arthur: What have I taken that you want so much? I don't remember stealing anything

Cenred: It was your father who cast out the last dragonlord, and it was I who gave him refuge. His son was born through one of my citizens and he has no business serving at your court!

Cendred: He is mine

Arthur: I do not habor a dragonlord! I have no business doing so if it costs me peace. Take him, if you want. That is, if you can find him

Cendred: find him? He's right there!!! *Points at Merlin*

Arthur: what? No, you're kidding

Cendred: do I look like a jester to you?

Arthur: he's... He's Merlin. What do you even need - he has no magic, he -

Cendred: Merlin, son of Hunith and Balinor, last Dragonlord and King of the druids, magic incarnate himself. Follow me into my kingdom, where you will become my right hand.

Merlin: ...

Merlin: nah

Cendred: what do you mean 'nah'

Merlin: you want me because I can fight entire nations on my own.

Merlin: You're here because you're scared I could turn against you

Merlin: if you don't leave right now, I will

Future - bg3 Astarion comic

quick one

santa saw you reading all that gay porn

#so does he want a rec or

You know the Grimm version of Snow White makes more sense than most versions if only because in that version Snow White was like 7 years old.

Like imagine you find a 7 year old in the woods and she’s like my mom is gonna kill me because I’m prettier than her and she’s not kidding. You know this queen is that sort of person. So you and your roommates adopt the kid and tell her don’t talk to strangers. And she keeps talking to strangers and getting poison combs stuck in her hair and whatnot.

Like yeah that’s kinda stupid but also she’s seven. She likes apples.

Also imagine it from the hunter’s perspective. The queen tells you this bitch is prettier than me I need you to take her out in the woods and kill her. And then you see who you’re supposed to kill and it’s a 2nd grader. Like how are you supposed to react to that sort of situation? Kill a human child? No. Because you’re not a brainless evil minion you’re just some guy dealing with a cartoonishly evil monarch. Of course you let her go.

Bad look for the Prince of course. Even if she did age while she was in that glass case. He saw a dead woman and just decided to keep her. And once she stopped being dead he was like we’re married now

He did cause the evil queen to dance to death in red hot shoes though. That was kinda cool.

With the acknowledgement that I'm grasping at straws, is it ever directly confirmed that the Prince wasn't also 7?

See, I think that still works.

You are the guardsman assigned to protect the eight-year-old Prince. You are currently in the middle of the forest because he absolutely had his heart set on "going hunting", and the royal second-grader should definitely not be traipsing around the woods on his own. You let him go a little on ahead and he comes running back talking about how there's a dead girl in the clearing and there's no-one else around and he wants to take her home because she's really pretty, Hans, and she's all alone!

You let him drag you to said clearing and okay, that is one angelic-looking dead child alright, and on the one hand the quality of her clothes and the craftsmanship on the coffin (who builds a see-through coffin?) speak to potential Consequences if you simply carry her off, but also for the amount of vines that have grown on the coffin she looks extraordinarily un-decayed, so you should probably get the court alchemist's opinion on that, and there's no way he's going to come all the way out here in his embroidered velvet curly-shoes. And also this kid is technically assigned by God as your natural superior, or something.

So fine. You hoist the coffin onto your shoulder (it's not like the Prince can do it. He's eight.) and head back toward the castle, Prince chattering blithely all the way. And then you turn your ankle on a rock and suddenly there's a thump and a cough and a lot of shouting from inside the coffin and you have now become a key player in a tense political incident with the next kingdom over.

You should probably ask for a raise.

We are in favor of just about any fairy tale ending with "you should probably ask for a raise."

This is THE shipping dynamic and you can’t change my mind

we love Karlach

Thinking about how a dragon’s heart is on its right side, how Pendragon means ‘chief dragon’, how Merlin sits at Arthur’s right on the round table, how Arthur proved what was truly in his heart, and how there is magic at the heart of Camelot

people laugh at me for always asking a baby's permission before picking them up but let me tell you when my nephew was seven months old I picked him up off the floor without checking first and he was absolutely outraged and reproached me with terrible wails. just because a person is very small doesn't mean it's not scary and upsetting to be scooped up out of nowhere by a much larger person. quite the contrary. obviously if a baby is in danger or the situation is otherwise pressing you can temporarily suspend the rules of polite behavior and just grab them up, much like you are allowed to violently shove a grownup if a speeding car is bearing down on them. but that doesn't mean you just go around shoving people as a matter of routine. show some consideration to our latest arrivals on this horrible planet. they are better at communicating than you think

Goddamit i hate this fucking post. I hate it because obviously if “twelve” followed the same pattern as the other teen numbers it wouldn’t be “twoteen” it would be “seconteen”. Think about it. It’s not “threeteen” it’s “thirteen” as in “third”. It’s not “fiveteen” it’s “fifteen” as in fifth. So with that in mind, you count “first, second, third, fourth, fifth,” and so on, so eleven would be “firsteen” and twelve would be “secondteen” or “seconteen”. “Firsteen, seconteen, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen….” It just drives me absolutely mad everytime i see this post that this obvious pattern was overlooked and i cant hold in my rage anymore.

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