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sermerlins

maryxglz

(x)

maryxglz

I can’t believe you’re alive

merthuriscanon

I missed you, clotpole.

lokishate

Baby Loki , aaaaw he’s the cutest

lokikissesmyforehead

Totally adorable

(and my first thought was RUN BABY BOY!)

wolfsmom1

I’ve never seen this before. I’d like to see what the boy looks like now. Imma Google him.

jennphoenix

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sylvia-tilly

❝That was just a bit of fun, really. To ruin my brother’s big day, and to protect the realm from his idiotic rule for a while longer.❞

thehumming6ird

Tom Hiddleston ~ Vanity Fair’s British Invasion, 2015 [x] [x]

brolinskeep

paulinegrintt

+ Bonus

katiemcgrath

In Memoriam Part 1; Collaboration with @ofkingsandlionhearts | Part 2: x

2017; in a time of revolution and a land of turmoil, otherwise known as Wales, Merlin, still waiting for Arthur; is living a quiet life spending his days as a librarian and his nights in a small, yet cosy flat close to the lake. Though in recent years he knows the quiet isn’t going to last, there’s a crackling in the air: he can feel the change, an awakening. On one of these nights Merlin makes his usual way home, says goodbye to his colleagues, pops in for a cup of tea and a chat with the lady who works at his favourite cafe, and takes a detour to past the lake to his flat. Turning on the radio that night (he owned a television once, but after accidentally stumbling onto an episode of Camelot that was the end of that) he hears another another tale of disappearances. There seems to be one every day now; completely random it would seem, but he knows better.

The next day on his way to work Merlin senses that same unease in the air. He feels the air is quite literally being knocked out of his lungs but sees nobody there, he falls to the ground. The next thing he remembers is waking up in an operating theatre. “You’ve been in an accident,” a soothing voice tells him, “You’ve lost a lot of blood.” He doesn’t remember losing blood. He doesn’t remember anything. “Your memories will come back to you slowly. We’ll refer you to a psychiatric,” says another voice he thinks he’s heard before, but it’s gone with another dose of morphine. As it happens, his short term memories, however fragmented, do return to him quite quickly. It’s not until three months later when he’s on his way to work that he notices something quite amiss: a man in full body armour following him.

“Your memories will come back to you slowly.” A year gone past since the accident and Merlin hasn’t had a good night’s sleep in months. The man is everywhere, infecting every memory he has - chasing him, haunting him, teasing him, even in his dreams. He faintly remembers other things, like waking up to strange conversations on a hospital bed, but they’re gone as quickly and sporadically as they come. His outpatient treatment is going well according to the doctor. She says he’s healthy, and the man is just a figment of his imagination he conjured up to help with the pain. They give him more drugs and sent him on his way. It never occurred to Merlin to seek a second opinion. He goes back to his old routine, says goodbye to his colleagues after work, pops in for a cup of tea and a chat with the lady who works at his favourite cafe, walks home, and turns on the telly.