#dead arthur

[lolololuu]

a redraw from 2022! :D looking back on my old piece it's nice to see how much improvement I did over the years :]

[graveswithadot]

fooling around with a meme generator with ur best friend b like @cubbiekins

[bitsandbobsofwriting]

Have you heard this song?

https://open.spotify.com/track/5w7Mpx8gEMTdkITzpce7cP?si=ea75a3dca16144cc

Well!!! I've listened to it now!! And I will never do so again because it made me sad af!!!

10/10 would recommend!!

Spotify Link

YouTube Link

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ANYWAY!!! The first part of This Prompt is fully edited!!! It’s queued for 13:30GMT on 04/06/22 (later today technically!! It’s just gone midnight where I am😅), and the second part will follow on in two or three days, likely the 6th or 7th! :D

[ofkingsandlionhearts]

AU: Merlin tries to save Arthur again in another lifetime.

“There are just some things you cannot change.  But I’m glad you’re here, Merlin.”  [ x ]

[sephyro]

Another mystery skulls fan art ! And yes, it’s also Arthur, but I ask myself what he’ll looks like if he was dead... so here it is !

[ofkingsandlionhearts]

“Arthur?”

[gayorangepeeler]

@flashfictionfridayofficial

Love and loss

What does it mean to love?

Is it the way that Merlin made Arthur smile at his antics and mischief, the way the corners of his mouth curl up in the sweet way that always makes Merlin want more. How he fights for his golden haired Prince to protect him from his father's cruel words, his voice like a soothing balm on that harsh sting. The fire crackling between them as they talked into the dark hours of the night. Is it how he stands, shoulders drawn back tightly with tension, the vastness of the star lit sky accompanying them in the heavy silence, as they wait for the armies to descend. But never leaving. Or is it when he finally brings his love, his king now, to the lake when they are protected by the curtains of navy sky. Thousands of stars for the thousands of reasons that Merlin loves him.

What does it mean to remember?

When the pain is fresh and gnawing and numb and all consuming, and the memories repeat themselves. Merlin stands by the lake, and stands, and stands. The moon's silver reflection dancing in a sorrowful recital. He stands and remembers with tears streaming down his cheeks leaving cold tracks in their wake. His shoulders shake and tremble under the weight of his grief and memories. He remembers his fingers threading through golden hair while he sleeps, embracing the man while they lie together on the bed, on the bedrolls. He remembers the quests and adventures they go on, the dangers and fears they faced together, with the knights and magical beasts. He remembers the day Arthur died, the blood on his hands, the stuttering of his breath until the moment when it finally stopped. He remembered waiting. Until the golden sun set and up rose the silver moon. He doesn't remember the sun coming up again.

What does it mean to forget?

Merlin stands, and finds that it's easier. To stand under endless stars and moon for company that haven't changed when everything else changed so much. To stand there and pretend that like the weight on his shoulders lessens because the memories have lost their intensity. Or whether he should cry and never stop because it's worse to long for someone with the whole of his being but when he tried to grasp the threads of remembrance they slip. All that's left is a blur of gold.

And Merlin stands, the moon a beautiful silver, waiting for the sun to rise once more.

[drunkknightofcamelot]

//Psssst! Know what tomorrow is? The anniversary of the Merlin Finale! 

Yeah.. I upset myself.