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the destiny of a great kingdom rests on the shoulders of a young boy
You say my name and i want to knit my bones into your bones.
Call me by your name and I’ll call you by mine. Emery Allen - Soft Human // bbc merlin 1x04 // Madeline Miller - The Song of Achilles // bbc merlin 1x01 // Anne Michaels - Infinite Gradation // Tennessee Williams - The Vine // Clementine von Radics // C.T. Salazar - Headless John the Baptist Hitchhiking // Jodi Picoult // Franz Kafka -Letters to Milena // lhzthepoet - This Anatomy of Melancholy // Reddit // Florence + The Machine - South London Forever // Trista Mateer - Baggage // Ocean Vuong - On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous // Maria - West Side Story (1957)
- And my heart is sick with memories for @merlinbingo | S5 : Post-Canon Sue Zhao // Henri Barbusse // Letter by Sylvia Plath to Ruth Tiffany Beuscher // Taylor Swift - seven // spilled ink // Chris Young // Megan Morrison // "Silver Springs" by Fleetwood Mac // Hanya Yanagihara - A Little Life // Michael Faudet // The Epic of Gilgamesh // Madeline Miller - The Song of Achilles // Kaveh Akbar - Heritage
Arthur and Lancelot in S01E05: Lancelot
Rip Arthur pendragon you would have loved asking Merlin why he turned his location off
Sometimes I get stuck thinking about the horror of being Gwen in the late seasons. She's the queen of Camelot, but she's utterly alone.
Her first love was enchanted by her, but he was so damn noble that he could never be a partner to her. He sacrificed his own happiness when he decided to leave Camelot, but never considered that he was sacrificing her happiness too. Maybe it was the right thing to do, but it still left her alone. And she tried to respect it and to keep the boundaries he established, but she still knew that he loved her and she accidentally used that love and that nobility to send him to his death. She didn't know if she loved him anymore, but she still knew she was responsible for a good man gone too soon.
Her brother always ran away; he didn't even return when their father died. And then she reached out anyways and saved him and he finally came home to stay, but she was banished by her fiance and Elyan didn't so much as speak up in her defense. Suddenly he didn't want to be a wanderer anymore. He settled down, but it was never for her—he loved Arthur and being a knight more than he loved his sister. After she came back he might have regretted his lack of action, because suddenly he dropped everything to rescue her from the dark tower. But what's the use in an epic quest if he still takes her husband's side when they argue? Where's the pleasure in knowing he loved her if it only got him killed?
Her husband was distant from the start. She watched him grow from a bratty teenager to a noble king, and she was wrapped up in the grandeur of their secret romance, but once they shared that crown it became clear that he would never truly open up to her. Whenever things got serious, Arthur hid from his wife and instead turned to his servant for emotional support. His servant who was supposed to be Gwen's best friend, and yet who always seemed to know Arthur's side of the story. She knew he could never let down his guard enough to be fully honest with her, to be truly vulnerable, or even to share a bedroom. And yet she was still drawn to him, just like everyone else, which was why she was stuck in a castle where not a single person would ever put her first.
Her best friend faded away as the years wore on. His liveliness melted into something steady and grim, as he was crushed under the weight of something she could never understand. She wanted to reach out and to support him, but the longer he stayed in Camelot the more clear it was that Merlin couldn't really see anyone other than Arthur. It wasn't fair—she befriended Merlin first. She was kind to him when he was alone, and they used to stand by the edges of feasts and giggle together about the silly nobles. Arthur was awful, and yet Merlin was still more of a friend to him than he ever was to Gwen. How could she blame him, when she loved Arthur too?
The other friend—the companion she'd grown alongside, the lady she'd served with loyalty and care—she was gone where Gwen could never follow. She had seen the visions tearing Morgana apart and felt her slipping away into the tides of bitterness and anger at the injustices that surrounded them. Gwen had been the only person to stand by Morgana's side, but she wasn't enough to protect her from the world. She felt the creeping dread as she realized that Morgana was willing to do things even fouler than Uther. But when Morgana finally declared herself Queen of Camelot, it was Gwen who betrayed her. She orchestrated her closest companion's downfall, and maybe Gwen still loved her but love wasn't enough when she could see the harm Morgana was doing to their people. Morgana hated Gwen more than anyone after that, and Gwen tried to hate her in turn. Still, when they were reunited in the tower, Morgana was more attentive to her pain than anyone had been in years. Afterwards, Merlin and Arthur told her that she'd been nothing more than a puppet, and that Morgana would surely have killed her after she arranged her husband's death. Still, she remembered those moments of tenderness as Morgana shared the truth of her suffering. She remembered the anger she'd felt upon hearing how Morgana had been left alone in the dark for years, because she knew what that was like.
And then it was over. They were all dead. She went from a castle full of people—brother, husband, friend—who should have loved her but didn't, to a castle empty of any kindness at all. She had lost everything, and there was no one to support her when she faltered. Merlin was still out there, but he could never leave the shore of Avalon. Gwen's husband was dead, and she couldn't turn to her best friend for comfort because he was the one being torn apart by grief. She had to be strong, like she'd always been. She set her feelings aside, and wore the crown with dignity and grace. She was the Queen after all, and Camelot needed her.
merlin = arthur's heart for @merthurmicrofic | prompt : dragon
I wanted to wake him and see those eyes open. - The Song of Achilles for @merthurmicrofic | prompt : wake
Guys. Guys. Do you ever think about the funeral boats merlin made for freya, lance and arthur?
Freya’s boat was covered in soft green grass, like she was being gently laid back into a quiet meadow one last time. It looked so peaceful.
Lancelot’s boat was overflowing with flowers, it was heartbreakingly beautiful as it floated away.
But when it was Arthur’s turn…
Merlin couldn’t do it.
Arthur’s boat was just the plain, ordinary straw one. No grass, no flowers, nothing at all.
Merlin was so devastated he didn’t even have the heart or the energy left to decorate it. He loved Arthur so much, more than anything in this world . He just stood there on the shore, watching that bare little boat carry the man he loved most down the river with nothing but straw.
Because what do you do when the person you loved most in the world is suddenly gone? what do you decorate that with? what could possibly be enough?
I don’t think I’ll ever be okay again.
Why does everyone write Merlin like he’s some soft boy if this dude had a gun he’d use it everyday
Guys. Guys. Do you ever think about the funeral boats merlin made for freya, lance and arthur?
Freya’s boat was covered in soft green grass, like she was being gently laid back into a quiet meadow one last time. It looked so peaceful.
Lancelot’s boat was overflowing with flowers, it was heartbreakingly beautiful as it floated away.
But when it was Arthur’s turn…
Merlin couldn’t do it.
Arthur’s boat was just the plain, ordinary straw one. No grass, no flowers, nothing at all.
Merlin was so devastated he didn’t even have the heart or the energy left to decorate it. He loved Arthur so much, more than anything in this world . He just stood there on the shore, watching that bare little boat carry the man he loved most down the river with nothing but straw.
Because what do you do when the person you loved most in the world is suddenly gone? what do you decorate that with? what could possibly be enough?
I don’t think I’ll ever be okay again.
He also didn't set Arthur's ship on fire... 💔
au where merlin panics during the magic reveal and just starts gaslighting arthur. he just builds a fire with magic and arthur freaks out, gasping that he is a sorcerer, and merlin is like ‘?? yeah arthur i told you like a week into my stay in camelot? i don’t know why you are reacting this way.’
and arthur is losing his mind and merlin is just doubling down like arthur you’ve KNOWN for YEARS why would you let me go on quests without armor otherwise??
Alexander Vlahos being captain of the merthur ship in the year of our lord 2026 :) (source)
(saw this on instagram and my SOUL left my BODY JFC)
1x05 // 4x02
no notes. just... this merthur moment.
Merlin | 3.13 The Coming of Arthur - Part 2
Guys. Guys. Do you ever think about the funeral boats merlin made for freya, lance and arthur?
Freya’s boat was covered in soft green grass, like she was being gently laid back into a quiet meadow one last time. It looked so peaceful.
Lancelot’s boat was overflowing with flowers, it was heartbreakingly beautiful as it floated away.
But when it was Arthur’s turn…
Merlin couldn’t do it.
Arthur’s boat was just the plain, ordinary straw one. No grass, no flowers, nothing at all.
Merlin was so devastated he didn’t even have the heart or the energy left to decorate it. He loved Arthur so much, more than anything in this world . He just stood there on the shore, watching that bare little boat carry the man he loved most down the river with nothing but straw.
Because what do you do when the person you loved most in the world is suddenly gone? what do you decorate that with? what could possibly be enough?
I don’t think I’ll ever be okay again.
*violently shakes like a rattle toy* 😇✨ ☕ Ko-Fi tips