Courage

Arthur Pendragon, only and therefore firstborn son of Uther Pendragon and current Sovereign of Camelot, crowned by Right of Birth before her people and God at the age of twenty-five. Some call him the Golden Boy of Camelot, but as far as he is concerned, 'Arthur' is more than enough. Prophesied to be a great king with a great destiny, but somehow, people failed to actually tell him. ... perhaps that's also why he's taking his sweet time coming back. (Indie Arthur Pendragon. Will be triggering and NSFW, but tagged. Mun and Muse 18+ Written by Ty)

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[albionshope]

@smaugiiisms

Arthur had planned for a quiet night by the fire, wrapped in a blanket and watching the stars through the swaying trees. A few hours of peace and relaxation before beginning the journey home after his hunt, back to the busy life in Camelot.

What he had not planned for, on the other hand, was a visitor, let alone such a curious one. 

He watched with fascination and no small amount of caution as the bushes around him began to rustle and something made its way towards the fire, but when he saw the state it was in, his hand immediately left his sword again. It looked tiny and not at all like it should be wandering around alone. And were those... wings?

The creature curled up by the fire, seemingly attracted by the warmth, and with the way Arthur’s breath hung in the chilly night air, he could hardly blame it. He sat again, watching the creature for several minutes, before reaching for his bag, pulling out a small wooden bowl and one of the pieces of meat he had prepared after his hunt. He quickly cut a few small, bite-sized chunks into the bowl and set it down next to the reptile- he did not dare think of it as a dragon, dragons did not exist anymore - watching how it would react. 

“... Hello there. Who might you be?”

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In light of Mother’s Day, have a (belated) picture of Arthur spending some time with his own mum.

You’re welcome.

As usual, reblogging is fine (and appreciated), but please do not repost this.

(Feel free to IM me on my art blog for commissions - @tyriagris)

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Friendly reminder that it’s Mother’s Day in the UK yet again, and so Arthur is having an absolutely amazing day.

.. uhm.

Sorry, no, awful. That’s what I meant to say. An absolutely awful day. Yeah.

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A little something Kylux for a friend of mine, because everyone needs a little cheering up sometimes. Even Kylo.

Full view HERE.

I don’t know, okay? I’m bad at this, I just wanted to draw you a little something because you’re amazing and I’m really glad you exist.

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@sithofren - I would have mentioned you in the original thing, but it wouldn’t let me, so... there you go. Ilu.

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Help.

Bonus: Mun voice.

Aaaaand now I have a bird on my head.

[pteryx]

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tyriagris:

Send ‘Trick or Treat!  🎃’ to my inbox and I’ll give you a treat! This could be: a promo graphic, icons, an aesthetic graphic of your muse, a drabble, a photoset of our muses together, a moodboard based on one of our threads, or some other goodie! Happy Halloween!  Let’s celebrate!

For @fireofalbion - have a little dragon :D

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Ygraine sat on the bed, looking at the sleeping form of her son. Her fingers ghosted down his cheek, before pushing his hair from his forehead so she could press a kiss there. "Sleep well, Arthur. My little bear."

Come send Arthur asks as his mother because PAIN.

Arthur stirred slightly in his sleep, frowning slightly. He’d... felt something, hadn’t he? A part of him struggled not to wake up, because he’d also heard something, a voice. A woman’s voice, and... his mother’s?

He wouldn’t hear her anymore if he woke up - but he needed to know what he’d felt. Years of instinct took over, because there was something in the room with him, and it might be dangerous, and so curiosity eventually won out and he sat up, staring into the darkness.

[pteryx]

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tyriagris:

Send ‘Trick or Treat!  🎃’ to my inbox and I’ll give you a treat! This could be: a promo graphic, icons, an aesthetic graphic of your muse, a drabble, a photoset of our muses together, a moodboard based on one of our threads, or some other goodie! Happy Halloween!  Let’s celebrate!

This one is for @emrysborn ~ I hope you like it^^

Ful view HERE.

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"In your darkest moments when all else seems hopeless, look to me Arthur Pendragon and I will be the beacon of light that you so desire; and I swear that I will prove to you that you shine with a light all of your own."

“You are my beacon of light, Kil. A rather strong light in a sea of darkness, but there are some things even dragons can be wrong about. You are fire and starlight - if I am anything at all, it is a candle at best.”

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that moment when you get woken up by your mum at 1:15 am because your dad had a stroke and was carried off to the hospital

... been waiting for news all day and have no fucking idea what to do with myself right now

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wcrldswithin replied to your post:Headcanon: Kinslayer

WHY DO YOU HATE YOUR MUSES SO MUCH. WHY DO YOU HURT THEM ALL LIKE THIS

The answer is very simple:

BECAUSE I CAN

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Sometimes, having a dragon just pays off. For example when you can snap your fingers and have him incinerate and/or eat people on your command. Very, very handy thing to have.

This up there is only half the size I originally drew it in, which… yes. It took forever. But I’m also very proud of it, so there you go. 

Full View HERE.

Done in Photoshop, … at least 20-something hours due to the large size.

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@thesiilverqueen - I may have done a thing.

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Headcanon: Kinslayer

Arthur’s arm on the night after he turned 16. Thanks, Uther.

That picture started out as something else, but then it was so fitting, and I only needed to tweak a few tiny things, so this happened.

It’s been my HC for a while, actually, but now you’ll have a visual to do with it. Under a cut because of blood and self-harm.

Gaius found him like that the next morning on Camelot’s highest tower - Arthur still likes to hide form the world up there every now and then.

[dameragnelle]

What was your mother like?

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"It's my birthday!" /Muns birthday is also muses/

“You know what that requires, don’t you?--------- Lemon tarts!”

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Someone filled Arthur's room with teddy bears of all sizes and colours.

-ridiculously happy Arthur noises-

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@williamisoutthere

“I think he likes you”

“Why hello there! ... you’re aware that you’ll never get me to let go of him again now, yes?”