#myrlin

[greyskullz]

had to draw the grouchy man and his big goof wife ✨

[sarastuss-a]

EVER THE HERO        ;          swooping in at the 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓.       no questions spared for the moment, the scenery was clear ━━━━   A PERSON GOING AGAINST THE ODDS, ( how familiar. ) ... him against a group of others. &. it is not her nature to leave such scenery be &. play out on its' own. ━━━━  𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐘, 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐔𝐄𝐒 observe his form after the fight. no obvious wounds in sight.  ❝   what did they want with you @myrlin? ❞   

[dollpink]

@myrlin, merlin ambrosius. ❛  it’s not a story ― it really happened.  ❜ ⁽ ᵇᵃʳᵇⁱᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵘᵗᶜʳᵃᶜᵏᵉʳ ˢᵉⁿᵗᵉⁿᶜᵉ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉʳˢ. ⁾

                        as a child, barbie would transform her small bedroom into a fantasy escape with kings and queens, knights and dragons, torn right from the pages of king arthur, the round table and camelot. with a bedsheet used as a cloak, a plastic sword in hand, she'd slay the dragon in the name of arthur and be knighted; lady barbie of camelot! but it was make believe, the imagination of a bright eyed, curious girl, enamoured by tales of legends.

❝ but it's a story, it's always been a story. king arthur, excalibur, the knights of the round table. i've owned plenty of them! ❞ she stares, wide eyed and shaking her head, before dropping into the seat across marlow's desk, bag falling to her feet.

❝ what makes you think he... that any of it is real? nobody's ever found solid proof. ❞ she narrows her eyes at him, curiously tilting her head to one side. ❝ unless... there's something you aren't telling me professor? ❞

[magizat-archive]

 ❛  that's the kind of heartbreak time could never mend.   ❜  @myrlin 𝚕𝚢𝚛𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛 (𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍)

[worthfulsa]

she’d   never   done   this   for   anyone   before   ——   she   didn’t   even   know   if   he   liked   her   in   that   way.   sure,   he   was   nice   enough   when   they   were   both   working   ——   but   was   he   just   being   nice?   and   wasn’t   he   supposed   to   be   off   by   now?   eyes   trail   down   to   the   cups   of   coffee   in   her   hands,   she   can   already   feel   herself   second   guessing   everything.   perhaps   she   had   made   all   of   this   up   in   her   head.   aubrey   stands   up,   tempted   to   just   walk   home   ——   but   then,   as   if   on   cue,   marlow   walks   out   of   the   hospital,   smiling   as   soon   as   he   sees   her.    “   hi.   ”    the   earlier   nerves   seem   to   dissipate   as   soon   as   he’s   within   earshot   ——   funny   how   he   had   this   effect   on   her   and   they   barely   knew   each   other.   she   extends   one   arm   out   to   him,   offering   the   coffee   in   her   hand.    “   i   thought   i’d   return   the   favor   from   the   other   night   ——   thank   you   for   that,   by   the   way.   ”    @myrlin​.

[pendraigon-moved]

 @myrlin​   ›   ❛   Well,   somebody   BETTER   be   dying!   ❜   /   𝖚𝖓𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖉.

                       ❛   you   think   you’re   so   funny,   don’t   you?   ❜   the   king   groans   from   where   he   lays   in   bed,   body   turning   to   face   the   door   merlin   just   entered   from.   the   scowl   on   his   face   could   not   be   missed.   ❛   what   has   gotten   you   in   such   a   chipper   mood   today?   ❜

[lovecurst]

one corner and then another ; one palace so easily blends into a second, especially when her thoughts feel slick as oil between her fingers. snow had thought it was a left here to head towards the PRINCESS-WHO-IS-NOT-THE-PRINCESS’s chambers, but perhaps that was elsewhere. perhaps that was the last castle. there is no question as to why snow is dragged to and fro with the woman who took her place ; it is to keep an eye on her, to be sure snow will not somehow loose her tongue from its bondage and speak the truth to someone who might get ideas in their head to put things back to how they had been before. snow turns another corner and feels just as lost as one step before, gaze darting to seek AID. it is found in the form of a man that she peers at over the stack of silken fabric folded carefully in her arms.

“excuse me,” her voice is a small thing yet it carried down the stone hall with some note of force that should not be behind it, “i think i’ve made a wrong turn. or - well - a handful of wrong turns.”

@myrlin​

[jademight]

@myrlin​ gets a thing

     “ Hrmph. Everyone’s a magician these days.”