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reginaldqueribundus

oh my god and it's a Canada Goose so this is the equivalent of befriending a small demon

lttrsfrmlnrrgby

OP you're wrong. Duck, duck is the most perfect name for a goose, ever.

enbycrip

This makes me so happy every time I read it. Especially the bit where Guy makes DuckDuck smoothies of all the good stuff he’s meant to eat.

This is the best buddy comedy-drama ever.

official-ornithology-posts

Official ornithology post

allieslittlewritings

tag 9 people you want to get to know better

thank you for tagging me @humongousrunawaytiger <333

reading: the voyage of the dawn treader. i've technically been reading it for nearly a year :')

last series: i just finished s7 of the rookie and i'm re-watching criminal minds as always :)

last film: batman: assault on arkham (because of mgg)

last song: the hand by annabelle dinda

sweet or salty: sweet :))

coffee or tea: coffee, with milk and sugar

working on: school, fic writing, time management

no pressure tags: @jjellecubed @illdiealonelyguy @prestigereid @spencestiel-michelle @stxrs-lvr (not 9 people bc i don't know which of my mutuals are okay with being tagged, i'm sorry </3)

jjellecubed

reading: the voyage of the dawn treader. i've technically been reading it for nearly a year :')

last series: stranger things….

last film: I actually don’t remember, sorry :((

last song: when it’s cold i’d like to die (because of stranger things)

sweet or salty: sweet

coffee or tea: coffee with a Spencer Reid level amount of sugar

working on: fic writing, story writing, studying

Thank you so much for tagging me in this :))

for the mutuals I’m tagging, no pressure at all to reply <33

@finnjareau-prentiss @thecrimsonfog @ohmygoly @toomanyfanficsbruh @prentism @prehistoric-bau @ajsbau

sry I could only think of 7 mutuals rn..

toomanyfanficsbruh

thank you @jjellecubed !! 💕💕

reading: Letters to Milena (F.Kafka) and How to Kill Your Family (Bella Mackie)

last series: Criminal Minds (on season 4 rn)

last film: Andhra King Taluka

last song: Wishful Dreaming (5SOS)

salty or sweet: salty rn lmao

coffee or tea: both?? Filter Coffee and Iced Lemon Tea :)

working on: fic writing, drivers license, uni prep, sleep schedules, journalling

(No pressure) Tags!! :: @samwinjester @thestrangedazebouquet @evedaser @wisegirl42 @whythiskolaveridiii @shimkey-blog @pun1shedbylove @butanorganicmorsel @justagibbsgirl @imagine-dragonlords @tansyuduri

(I did 11 for good measure, lol)

samwinjester

Tagged by: @toomanyfanficsbruh

Reading: Good Omens by Neil Gaiman

Last Series: House M.D. (just finished s5 and am obsessed with Hudson)

Last Film: The Naked Gun

Last Song: "Remember Us" by The Pineapple Thief

Salty or Sweet: Sweet

Coffee or Tea: Tea

Working On: currently am on vacation, but will be working on fanart for the Destiel AU RB and my edit for Merlin RVBB once I get back

I tag (No pressure): @avalonsilver @godmerlin @consultwithmouse @zybynarx

godmerlin

Thanks for the tag @samwinjester

Reading: nothing currently! Cuz im struggling

Last Series: my friends and i watched the killing kind because of colin haha before that was a hallmark christmas show

Last Film: the concert of robbie williams at knebworth. Does that count? If not then Penelope

Last Song: Better Undressed by girli

Salty or Sweet: salty

Coffee or Tea: Tea!

Working On: honestly just trying to organize my room and my life hahahah

No pleasure tag @flowgeeksout @kissme-withyour-cherrylipstick @finnismyoriginalsin @dangerpronebuddie

finnismyoriginalsin

Thanks for the tag, @godmerlin ❤️

Reading: fanfic mostly at the moment

Last series: one episode to go on Stranger things, and finished Maxton Hall s2

Last film: Wake up dead man, a knives out mystery

Last song: I usually only listen to music in the car, think it was Nirvanas Heart Shaped Box

Salty or sweet: salty

Coffee or Tea: Coffee, but not right now due to prednisone and general nervousness

Working on: trying to get better so I can go back to work blegh

No pressure tags: @icarusofathousanddays , @kaizsche, @sharkboy305, @katherineholmes, @witchqueenvisenya

sharkboy305

Thanks for tagging @finnismyoriginalsin

Reading: Skipping Christmas but consistently it's fanfic, currently a Bychance fic

Last Series: Currently on my rewatch of Pokemon black and white after so many years

Last Film: The Pokemon black and white Victini and Reshiram movie

Last Song: The Pokemon galactic battle theme song ( Can you tell I've been in a pokemon mood lately)

Salt or Sweety: Sweety

Coffee or Tea: haven't had any but going off random intuition, maybe Coffee

Working on: currently nothing at the moment

No pressure tags: @lefteagleblizzard, @heyraspa, @crimsonlyinglilly, @cuddly-copium, @queenofbaws

crimsonlyinglilly

Thanks for tagging @sharkboy305

Reading: currently The Originals The untold story the rise(again because I'm a slow reader and apparently forget things the first time.)

Last Series: Saving Hope, Call the midwife, before that.

Last Film: i can't remember maybe Nimona

Last Song: Paris Paloma - Hunter

Salt or Sweet: Depends on my mood

Coffee or Tea: Tea

Working on: Answering asks as I avoid my five nearly finished prompts

No pressure tags: @neeeeeklaus @sometimesimperfectlybitchy @ceci-silly-drawings @theotherworld97

theotherworld97

Thanks for the tag!

Reading: Prince Caspian reread, The Crucible by Arthur Miller

Last series: Homeland, the Rookie

Last film: Zootopia

Last song: Hey Brother by Avicii

Salt or sweet: sweet!

Coffee or tea: neither, give me water or lemonade!

Working on: learning German (it's going veeery slowly)

icarusofathousanddays

Elijah Mikaelson Brat Alignment Chart

Everyone is always ‘Brat Tamer Elijah this’ and ‘Brat Tamer Elijah that,’ but do they ever talk about Elijah the Brat Destroyer? The Brat Enabler? The Brat Indulger? No. Well, I, for one, am tired of the Big Elijah Industry trying to hide the truth from us. It stops today.

Bonus:

theotherworld97

Omg I'm dead. Why is this so good!!

allthingswhumpyandangsty

reblog if you love archive of our own and how they firmly refuse to let censorship have any place on their platform

icarusofathousanddays

The Mikaelsons + Satirical Headlines

#elijah mikealson #klaus mikaelson #finn mikaelson #kol mikaelson #rebekah mikaelson #the originals #finn losing hope he didn't even know he could just killed me #that was too far

sylvernights

Rufus Sewell and Tom Sturridge as Time and Dream

2.07 • Time and Night

katherynefromphilly

I love, love, love when Arthur throws the sword fight with his father in the tourney.

The moment Uther is stumbling around, when we see Arthur realize that he can’t humiliate his king. The way that Arthur goes through the motions of sword fighting after that, no strain on his face at all, Uther sweating and straining to take the opening Arthur gives him, allowing his father to knock the sword out of his hand. The way that Arthur makes a surprised “oh gosh oh golly shucks no!” face when the sword gets knocked away. And the way that he lays on the ground, utterly unflustered and not even sweating, while Uther is over him, realization dawning - and actual pride after that — that Arthur threw the fight.

Love that scene. So much.

theotherworld97

Genuinely one of my favourites!

what-even-is-thiss

There’s certain hobbies and interests that aren’t inherently conservative or regressive but do attract a lot of people who are those things or worse and when you’re a progressive person involved in those hobbies hearing that someone else is interested in your hobby usually has to involve some “But are you normal about it?” conversations before you get too excited

what-even-is-thiss

Someone: I think the Vikings are really cool. I like Viking metal and stuff like that.

Me: *threateningly holds up plastic fork* Answer me quickly. Do you have normal opinions about immigrants?

praetorpercy

i got my bf into merlin and when we started season 5 he said “i hope the season finale will have a fast forward to merlin looking like the old man he transforms into and we get to see arthur as an old king” ha ha… yeah… you’ll get something like that

#merlin #bbc merlin #my husband was in complete denial until the very end #then he was so betrayed that I recommended the show and got him invested knowing the ending #according to him tragic endings should be illegal

omneco

crimsonlyinglilly

7. “Watch out!”

| Explosion | Crush Injury | Trap

Day 7 @juneofdoom

Second Chances - Marcel steps out for a break and find one he hadn't expected. after all this group was certainly going to Break something

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Marcel had needed an escape, a break from the oppressive silence and emptiness the compound had become.

When he had ruled the city it had been his home base, a place where all of those he trusted could come and pass the time, even months ago it had been filled with the wolves that hadn't sided with Esther.

Since Dahlia’s defeat, the air had been thick, Klaus unrepentant in his actions and the rest of them enduring in resentment, Elijah only returning to the place for Hope and Freya, Marcel forcing himself to return himself for Rebekah’s request and to ensure Davina was safe even when the memory of Klaus' compulsion or Gia’s body never faded from his mind.

He hated how he still loved Klaus after he once again took from him.

Then months ago, Elijah returned to help Freya with a spell and Freya had vanished leaving an unresponsive Elijah for Klaus to find. Marcel had never seen Klaus so panicked and lost even as he tried to hide it behind the rage.

He had messaged Rebekah to call her back from her search for a way to bring Kol back, unsure she would have a family to bring him back to if she didn’t as Klaus flicked from blaming Freya to accusing the witches of New Orleans of taking her and cursing Elijah as a distraction.

Davina had been very obviously surprised by the news and accused Klaus of being behind it instead, as a ploy to drag Rebekah back and remove the unknown witch from his family, something that had clearly hit close given Klaus’ reaction.

Davina had been trying to help although he wasn't sure if it was out of concern for Freya, helping him or just to prove Klaus had something to do with it.

His break was ruined as he watched a small figure carelessly step into the road in front of a car.

“Watch out!” he shouted even as his body was already moving.

He grasped the boy and stepped them back onto the sidewalk he had just left, releasing him as the car sped behind him where the boy had just been.

“Are you alright?” he asked, taking in the boy’s appearance, maybe nine, pale skin and shoulder length brown hair managed with a few braids, it was a hairstyle that seemed out of place but Marcel couldn't place where.

The boy looked at him with a strange expression and Marcel has as suddenly hit with a sense of familiarity.

“Where are you parents?” He added when he got no reply from the first.

“We left them.” The boy answered, a strange accent to his English that Marcel couldn't place, he continued cryptically “it was for the best, bad thing were going to happen.”

Before the could ask anymore about that a hand pulled the boy from him.

“El.” A dark haired woman hissed as she crouched in front of the boy, leaving her back to Marcel, who noticed the braids in her hair matched the boy's, “you shouldn't wander off, your siblings hate me enough without blaming me for-”

“You won't let me die,” El apparently cut her off, with a soft smile.

An odd name but Marcel brushed the thought away it was likely short for something.

“Child, you're ten,” she sighed, “You know well enough Death isn't the only thing to fear.” she moved her hands over his body, likely checking for any injuries. “I doubt a coalition with one of those devices would be pleasant.”

It was only Marcel's history with witches that had him able to feel the magic, a witch he realised, one so close to the Abattoir wasn't a coincidence.

“We're almost there.” the child argued slightly, pouting when he found he could pull away from the hand on his shoulder.

“And we'll arrive together.” The woman replied, pushing herself up and turning to look at Marcel.

Marcel froze.

“Thank you,” the woman said even as she regarded him with a narrowed eyed look. “I’d hate to think of what would have happened if you hadn’t gotten involved.”

Marcel stared, his body shifting into a defensive stance; she looked different, years younger, lighter maybe but he recognised her.

Dahlia.

The threat to Hope that made Klaus turn against them and cursed Hayley, the one who killed Josh's Aiden.

He had still failed to find his words when another adult joined them.

“What's wrong?” A man asked, a vampire Marcel's senses tell him before he looks away from Dahlia to him.

He was tall and bouncing a wriggling child on his hip, regarding Dahlia with a suspicious glare that Marcel would have found reinsurance if he didn't also recognise the man.

Once, long ago when Marcel was a child, he had snuck down to where Klaus kept his family coffins, he had woken from another nightmare featuring Kol and was still wondering what he had done to make Elijah hate him so suddenly and had wanted to make sure Kol wouldn't come back for him.

Instead he had opened the wrong coffin and seen the eldest Mikaelson.

Klaus had found him before he could close it again and explained why he kept Finn daggered, ‘for his own good’ and ‘he hated what we were’ Klaus had told him and that was the last he had given much thought to him until he learnt he had returned in the body of a witch to threaten his vampires.

For all Klaus' claims of Finn being too weak and hating being the monster they were made into, Marcel had noticed Finn's cruelty, disregard of innocent lives and spite made him as much a Mikaelson as the rest of them, even as he tried to excuse it with righteousness.

The vampire standing before him was the same one he had found in the coffin centuries ago, meaning the same man that had cursed and killed his guys and tried to kill Hope.

However unlike Dahlia who looked at him without any recognition, Finn knew him.

“Marcel-” He started only for the child he was holding the mange to land a kick to make him wince, “Stop kicking me, Kolr.”

A sudden idea on where Freya had vanished to and how a young Dahlia had arrived appeared in his mind but Marcel ignored it along with the similarities of the child’s name, because it couldn’t be that.

The boy let out a frustrated growl instead of words.

“He's overtired, “ Dahlia and El said at the same time.

“I know that,” Finn snapped, aiming it at Dahlia as he tried to shift Kolr, “they all are.”

“Almost there.” El added brightly, appearly ignoring he tension and attempting to pull himself out of Dahlia’ hold, the movement brought Finn’s eyes to it and his glare darkened.

“He was almost crushed by the vehicles when I wasn't holding him.” Dahlia defended herself, and Finn’s eyes widened before he returned them to look at El for any injuries, “We have this vampire to thank for him remaining unharmed.” she added, returning Finn’s attention to him and Marcel was lost.

Dahlia and Finn working together? No doubt Freya was somehow involved but nothing explained the children, although it was clear the boys were related with their matching features.

He was torn over concern over Freya’s absence and the worry over the boy’s safety, neither Finn or Dahlia had a history of safety around children as far as Marcel knew and cared about.

They had fought to protect Hope from them and Marcel wasn’t okay leaving other innocent children to them, however before he could act another voice joined them.

“Marcel!” Freya’s voice called relief audible so much he knew her expression before he looked up.

He hadn’t had much time to get to know the long lost Mikaelson sister, besides the fact she had been desperate to escape Dahlia, willing to kill Klaus and himself for it but she had bonded with Rebekah quickly granting her the wish Klaus had forced Rebekah to give up, which had won her points with him.

He understood between Rebekah leaving and her own disappearance Freya had been working to get to know her brothers better and in the state both her in it was a harder task than normal, and relearn a world that had changed much in a century, so he stayed out of her way, at most communicating about Elijah and Klaus’ moods.

But he couldn’t help but see her siblings in her, the woman he loved and the men that raised him even, she was family, even if his own placement in it felt shaky and unsteady, and so her disappearance had worried him and seeing her walking toward him in his city settled a fear he hadn’t allowed himself to dwell on.

Freya smiled at him with relief, Marcel noted it looked like a mix of Rebekah’s and Elijah’s, before he noticed the exhaustion she was showing and what surrounded her.

She was holding a baby, dark haired maybe Hope’s age, in one arm while the other was holding the hand of a small blonde boy who was attached to a smaller blonde girl.

“Freya, where have you been? What happened?” he asked before adding, “It's been three months.” “Only three here.” she commented with surprise, and Marcel frowned.

“What happened?” he repeated,

“It’s a long story.” she sighed, however before she could start to explain her eyes landed on EL’s shoulder and she glared at Dahlia.

“He almost ran into traffic.” Dahlia explained, her tone bored, clearly unsurprised by the distrust and suspicion from her traveling companions. Leaving Marcel questioning why they would allow her near any of the children, if they had so little trust and why El seemed both unsurprised by it yet trusting of Dahlia.

“El, you shouldn't walk off.” Freya turned a stern look towards the boy. “Nicky and Becky look up to you and may copy-” she started but El interrupted

“It's in there.” El said firmly pointing across the road and Marcel followed the direction to the upper floor of the Abattoir, and Marcel realised it was exactly where Elijah's body lay.

Freya vanished with her pendant holding Finn’s soul and Elijah consciousness, apparently and here she was with a living Finn, so where was Elijah? His mind pushed.

Marcel looked at group Freya with a dark haired baby in her arms and a small blond boy and girl at her side, Finn with a restless dark hair boy on his hip, Dahlia, younger than Marcel met her as and the boy, long dark hair and Elijah's eyes.

El, Kolr, Nicky and Becky.

Elijah, Kol, Niklaus and Rebekah.

The numbers were adding up but Marcel's mind refused to accept the answer, it was harder to argue against as he took in two of the three teenagers following them, a younger looking Freya and Finn.

Not possible, he wanted to say for sure, but magic did what it wanted.

“Elijah?” He asked, hoping it would be met with confusion, and laughed off.

“El.” The boy corrected, pulling his gaze from the upper floor to look up at Marcel, a pair of brown eyes Marcel was very familiar with, stared up at him “we decided big Elijah keeps his name, to make it easier when we’re two.”

Marcel’s thoughts vanished at the answer,

El clearly had enough waiting and moved his hand to hold Dahlia's and remove it from his shoulder so he could pull her into the now clear road. Finn followed, Kolr-the very small Kol Mikaelson, his mind pointed out, in his arms angrily chewing his sleeve.

Marcel had the sudden knowledge that the emptiness and silence he had stepped out to escape was about to be banished.

First it would likely be by Klaus' screams, he only hoped the man restrained himself in the presence of the children.

The small blond boy of the group, ‘Nicky’ he remembered Freya calling him, smiled up at him shyly as he passed him, leading an even smaller blond girl, ‘Becky’ by the hand.

Tiny Niklaus and Rebekah his mind told him even as the words refused to make sense in his head but the sight in front of him didn't change.

Freya followed with the baby, a sharp pull at his chest made him realise that it was likely Henrik, the one bothe Klaus and Rebekah spoke of with aching hurt even after centuries gone, the boy whose death had started it all.

“It was for the best, bad things were going to happen.” the boy- Elijah- El had said, and Marcel couldn’t argue.

The three teenagers in the group gave him curious looks, as if they weren't getting those looks themselves as they walked with two goats on leads and a rolling suitcase between them.

They were a similar age to Davina when he found her at the harvest; young Freya, Finn and a red head he was sure was Sage, the woman he had only met in passing, attached to the family by a boxed Finn and Elijah's manners, he had thought but apparently enough to be brought forever in time with the rest.

Marcel pulled his phone from his pocket as he followed the group crossing the road, sending a message to Rebekah, who had taken Hope out for a walk.

Get back to the compound ASAP

He wasn’t facing this alone.

crimsonlyinglilly

10. “Somebody had to do it.”

| Buried Alive | CPR | Flashback

Day 10 for @juneofdoom and i'm trying not to look and see how many i'm behind

Second Chances - another joins the group for a second chance of her own as they take one step closer to home.

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“Elijah! Whe-” Freya's concerned voice failed as she noticed Dahlia following him.

The younger version of his older sister froze and Elijah crushed his guilt at going behind their back, at inviting her tormenter to join them but Dahlia was both their best chance of getting all of them home and undoing the curse on Hayley and the pack.

Elijah would have accepted Esther for that goal, it was the reason they ended up back here in the first place. The opportunity to take their younger selves and give them a better life was a bonus.

Still he couldn’t help the way his steps slowed as Finn moved in front of them, glaring hard, blaming the harsh reminder of father on their current height difference.

Auntie Dahlia would be better in another life. El, his younger self commented, as he noticed Elijah’s flicker of doubt, it had been the words he told himself when he had gone to her with a deal but to him it had been empty words to El, he meant them.

He was a painful reminder to realise how sweet and soft his younger self was, to realise how much he had lost of himself, like watching Nicky dote on their siblings and the goats, a world of difference from Klaus.

“You can keep your teeth to yourself, dear Finn.” Dahlia spoke cooly when Finn’s mask of humanity slipped as he snarled the moment she had set a hand on his shoulder. Far too calm in the face of the thing that had killed her not even an hour before.

Elijah had found her before she had cleaned away the blood.

He offered her a deal, words tailored to her anger and hatred of his parents, and an offer to heal the truth in the heart of all the rage and hurt, the loneliness and fear.

She accepted.

“Let go of him.” Freya demanded and Elijah loathed the fear in her voice, Dahlia wasn’;t going to hurt him, not when she needed him but he understood her struggles to believe that, he would feel the same with both Mikael and Esther.

“Why should i?” Dahlia asked and Elijah bit back a sigh at the unneeded antagonism, of course, why wouldn’t she be like the rest of his family. “We've made a deal, he’s mine now.”

“What?”

“The link-” young Freya whispered in horror as she likely realised the disappearance before wasn’t Dahlia’s death but letting her go, replacing her with another.

It was temporary, the link between them would ensure his sibling didn’t attempt to harm her again or leave without her, and once they returned to his time she would transfer the link to his Original body, immortal with a well of power to channel both better than a barely trained witch that had rarely used his power.

He wasn’t leaving her the connection to torment either Freya, his younger self or Hope.

She gave up her claim to the first borns in exchange she got him, his immortality and he offered her a coven, the normal way, and a way to step into a world where her tormentors were nothing but history. He thinks the idea of getting to be there for all of Mikael and Esther’s children, to teach them when they lost that, also helped.

“Correct, my Freya,” Dahlia said, coying sweetness as if praising her for getting a hard question right “your little brother gave me a better deal and I released you.”

“No!” both Freya’s echoed each other’s horror and Finn’s growled as he got it, veins darkening as he took a step closer

“Enough,” he cut the growing fight off, “we’re wasting time.” speaking louder than he would normally, hating the oblivious youth of his body weakened his stance but his siblings looked at him as he stepped away and Dahlia let go.

“Why?” Freya, his-the older one asked.

Hope was missing- losing time with a mother who loved her and put her first each month and even with two Freyas, channeling them all, they could still fail in getting them home, accidentally leaving someone behind or ending up in the wrong time and place, Dahlia was their best choice.

“Somebody had to do it.” he replied, a hint of real anger showing though, he had been open with his plan of making a deal with Dahlia and yet Freya and Finn had gone off without him and attempted to kill her.

“So is this all of us?” Dahlia asked when no further argument came, giving the group a glance over, two adults, three teenagers, three children, besides himself, a baby and two goats.

He nodded.

“The goats included?” she queried, Elijah could hear her arched eyebrow, questioning the point of expending extra magic for a pair of animals unneeded in the world they were going to.

“Yes goats included.” he answered, his voice coming out sharp.

He had been looking after them, they were keeping Henrik healthy, fed and the others occupied, he wasn’t leaving them. He owed them, even if he wasn’t sure how he was going to look after them in New Orleans, he wasn’t up to date on the city’s rules about livestock.

“They’re family!” Nicky announced, apparently done with staying quiet as the adults talked. “Are you?” Becky attempted to step closer only to be stopped by a young Freya, Finnbjǫrn had smartly already picked Kolr up to prevent him running towards the strange woman that clearly unnerved their new guardians.

“Yes, I'm your auntie Dahlia and I'm going to help us all reach a better place.” Dahlia told them with a smile.

Finn and both Freyas continued to glare but Elijah noticed the moment they gave in.

fan-a-tink

I have so many thoughts about this scene, and I finally managed to make the gifs to go with it, so here we go:

We know Arthur's going into the fight with the intention of letting Uther win so that the king can save face. But Uther makes this as hard as possible for Arthur, goading him and triggering him by saying stuff like "when I was your age I conquered camelot. I didn't inherit this kingdom, I won it" or "one day you'll be strong enough to take my crown, but not yet". And so as a consequence, at the beginning, Arthur fights him properly, with all the skill he has, letting Uther feel his anger. He quickly and efficiently overpowers Uther, throwing him to the ground.

But then, seeing Uther getting back up, desperate with fear of humiliation and almost hatred towards his son, Arthur's perception of Uther shifts. For maybe the first time in his life, Arthur sees his father for what he has become.

He sees the man he has looked up to all his life, the man he's always wanted to make proud more than anyone, the man who he always thought saw him as a disappointment. That man is now desperate, red in the face, lashing out like a panicked animal. And in this split second he turns from someone to be feared and admired to someone to be pitied. He is no threat to Arthur, he is no match for Arthur, and in this one moment Uther ceases to have power over Arthur.

So Arthur throws the fight, but even though the crowds cheer for Uther in the end, it is Arthur who has won. Uther may hold the sword to Arthur's chest, but they both know who is the stronger warrior, the better person out of the two. Arthur no longer needs his father's validation, because he has stopped looking up to him, has stopped fearing him, and instead feels only pity for his vain, desperate father who needs his own son others to feel small in order to feel powerful himself. The power dynamic between them has shifted and Arthur has defeated Uther more definitively than by the sword.

And Arthur doesn't feel pride or satisfaction at this realization, but a weird kind of sadness to see his childhood hero reduced to this, to see his father so desperate for the crowd's validation. Arthur can swallow his pride for the sake of his father (and you can see how hard it is for him) but Uther can't do the same for his son. It's in this exact moment that Arthur proves that he is truly ready to be king, that he is going to be a better king than Uther could ever dream of being.