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#𝑓𝑖𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑢𝑠 – an independent, mutuals only Merlin from type-moon’s Fate series, written by Tick ( they / them ). Low activity and low energy. This portrayal is heavily headcanon based and curated from the Welsh mythos regarding King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table. Duplicate and multiverse + multiship friendly! Does not follow first.

Rules. | Verses Masterpost.

Personals, do not interact. You will be blocked.

Note from the Mun: I don’t really expect this to be a problem, but I want to say it regardless: I will not tolerate attacks to Merlin’s character. Animosity is fine as long as it’s within reasonable bounds, but when it becomes a consistent attack through dash commentary or in the askbox, I will hardblock you. To me, it is a form of character hate and I will not tolerate it.

10/01/2026; Hatred and bigotry of any kind are grounds for an instant block. Human rights are not a political talking point, and I will not tolerate any disrespect or hate toward marginalized groups.

Blog move officially completed. / 04.08.2025

#pinned.

Empty canvas.

It stood pristine, in the centre of the room; where light from high windows spilled over in its gold ribbons. Merlin hadn’t touched the paints in a long time, having not the itch nor inclination to do so. This wasn’t something new – the magus simply allowed his whims to take him where the interest laid. Recently, it had been yarncraft, but he was starting to see pattern – repetition, something Calling to be Seen…

So here he was.

A prep of the brushes, soaking them as he fetched his paints. A tsk, noting how some had cracked. Bad omens, he thought, as Merlin merely worked with what he had. No point in making new paint; it would only sit and crack and the cycle would continue.

Once everything was ready, he hesitated with the paint-ladened brush, a blot of colour dropping onto the white.

A blink. A flicker of his lashes, a smile curling into existence.

The magus began to paint.

#writing.

It’s Lady Ninsun!! Hello mother-in-law!

#ic.#dash commentary.

annabelle--cane

niche trope I enjoy: person recounting a story of something terrible they did and the way they describe it makes it sound like an active decision where they were completely in control and knew what they were doing and enjoyed it, but if you look at the bare bones facts, it's like. are you sure about that? are you sure you didn't just panic and lash out and do something irreparable? are you sure that's what you wanted and you aren't just retroactively assigning yourself agency to cope? but you as the audience can't really know the answer to that, because the storyteller is the only one who was there and this is how they're choosing to preserve it, and that matters for how they want to be perceived going forward... but you do still wonder.

#musings.#muse.

spiritbladed

something something extremely sexy when magic users resort to physical violence. yeah i have the power of god and anime on my side but i also have THESE HANDS. i cast Punch You In The Face. i take my magic staff through which i channel the vast energies of the elements and the cosmos and i cast Severe Concussion And Skull Fracture. casting time for xenoglossy too long, chose the quicker route of Stab You In The Throat.

#musings.#muse.

lucidloving

George Orwell, 1984 // Drugdealer – Honey // @/excerptsofherstory on ig // Marie Howe, "The Affliction" // Simone Weil, Attention and Will // @moderndaymystic // @/titsayy on ig // @suntara // Sandol Stoddard Warburg, illustrated by Jacqueline Chwast, I Like You // @/blkgod9 on X

#musings.

malglories

i do feel somewhat ruined forever. but it’s okay we stay silly

#musings.

anunsociablebear

I would kill for you. Die for you. But most of all, I would be softer for you. I would do all thats in my power to make your life easier. I would dull the jagged edges of myself until I can hold you in peace the way you deserve. You would never have to stand on your own ever again and any burden you carry, I'll share with you.

Let my devotion be violent and my love for you soft.

#musings.

@apotelesmati replied to your post “Jokes all on you, this is cath palug’s blog now.”:

Eli offering scritches for the best creature.

Acceptable. More scritchies.

#apotelesmati #ic.#c. elaine #replies.#( there's a reason why elaine is one of the Favourites. )#( yes scritchies is part of it )

Jokes all on you, this is cath palug’s blog now.

#ic.#( the only april fools thing i will do here. )#( i am not responsible if you give this creature an eeg. )

justanotherrpmemeblog

My character is under a truth serum, ask them anything.

MY CHARACTER HAS TO ANSWER TRUTHFULLY, NO MATTER THE QUESTION.

#inquire.

perhaps if they act and think faster than him, then he won't be able to escape — it is what artoria had imagined within the cogs of her mind at first, but perhaps she should have at least left one of her hands free to grab him; just in case merlin decided to run. she holds a tray with tea and cookies, a small smile on their lips " today you cannot avoid me, not at all. " // from artoria

Ah.

He’s been caught, and even easily bribed with the offer of tea and biscuits, though Merlin wondered just what was going through his king’s mind as they steered the magus to a table. “As if I could hardly refuse a moment to spend with you, my dearest King,” he said with a smile. “Though I supposed I’ve been hiding a bit too long. Perhaps it’s a good thing to socialise with others once in a while.”

#ic.#c. arturia #( unsure the timeline so feel free to bully him wherever :D )#tokuitens #answered.

scoops up cath palug and offers it an egg. its cuddle time.