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Community Basic Intergluteal Numismatics | 5.03

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RWRB TEXT POSTS: PART 49

#red white and royal blue #rwrb #firstprince #omg PLEASE never stop😭😭

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"Read Banned Books" a new full page cartoon essay published in The New York Times Arts & Leisure section today.

#learn sum new everyday

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The Better One

[Fill for prompt: "Vulnerable/Vulnerability", Arthur Pendragon & Morgana Pendragon, General]

@merlinmicrofic

“I know how this goes, Morgana,” Arthur said, his voice surprisingly steady, “We both do.”

“Do we, now?” She smirked down at the young king at her feet.

Arthur had not even bothered to don his armor, nor arm himself, when he came to her hideout, no doubt betrayed by the old fool that Dragoon was.

The egotistical bastard, she thought to herself, he really thinks he can take her on with bare hands.

“We do.” Arthur stared up at his sister. “We have been in this position several times before.”

Morgana raised an eyebrow, confused, when a spark of recognition washed over her.

Their childhood.

She had always been the better swordsperson of the two. Arthur would, more often than not, find himself at her mercy when they went against each other. And then-

“…and then, you would fling your sword into the earth,” Arthur’s unrelenting voice cut through her reminiscing, and she realized he had been talking for a while.

“You would laugh at me for losing,” He continued, “And then you’d pull me up and we’d help each other get ready for the next challenge.”

“I have always been better with swords.”

Arthur smiled sadly.

“You’ve always been the better of us.”

She felt the corners of her lips tug upwards. She loosened the hold of her magic binding him in place.

She didn’t need to use her magic against her brother after all.

There he lay, unmoving, completely vulnerable.

She raised the sword high over her head, even as Arthur refused to break eye contact.

With a pained shriek, she brought it down.

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The Better One

[Fill for prompt: "Vulnerable/Vulnerability", Arthur Pendragon & Morgana Pendragon, General]

@merlinmicrofic

“I know how this goes, Morgana,” Arthur said, his voice surprisingly steady, “We both do.”

“Do we, now?” She smirked down at the young king at her feet.

Arthur had not even bothered to don his armor, nor arm himself, when he came to her hideout, no doubt betrayed by the old fool that Dragoon was.

The egotistical bastard, she thought to herself, he really thinks he can take her on with bare hands.

“We do.” Arthur stared up at his sister. “We have been in this position several times before.”

Morgana raised an eyebrow, confused, when a spark of recognition washed over her.

Their childhood.

She had always been the better swordsperson of the two. Arthur would, more often than not, find himself at her mercy when they went against each other. And then-

“…and then, you would fling your sword into the earth,” Arthur’s unrelenting voice cut through her reminiscing, and she realized he had been talking for a while.

“You would laugh at me for losing,” He continued, “And then you’d pull me up and we’d help each other get ready for the next challenge.”

“I have always been better with swords.”

Arthur smiled sadly.

“You’ve always been the better of us.”

She felt the corners of her lips tug upwards. She loosened the hold of her magic binding him in place.

She didn’t need to use her magic against her brother after all.

There he lay, unmoving, completely vulnerable.

She raised the sword high over her head, even as Arthur refused to break eye contact.

With a pained shriek, she brought it down.

#bbc merlin #merlin #merlinmicrofic #arthur pendragon #morgana pendragon #character study of sorts #ambiguous ending

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The Throne

[Fill for prompt: "Throne", Arthur Pendragon/Merlin. General]

@merlinmicrofic

“I don’t get the appeal at all,” Arthur had declared one lazy afternoon, as he and Merlin made their way back to the young king’s chambers.

“Of what?”

“This,” Arthur pointed into the empty throne room as Merlin stared, puzzled.

“The throne?”

“Yes. People actually fight over this, I don’t understand it at all.”

“Well, the cushioning is very comfortable, for a start.”

“You sat on the throne?!”

“What? No!” Merlin bit his tongue as Arthur raised an eyebrow, “I mean… a little?”

Arthur only smiled indulgently.

“You know, Merlin,” he leaned in close, “All those people who would have my head for the throne… I would give it up in a heartbeat.”

Merlin shook his head.

“Arthur…”

“I mean, they don’t realize the weight of it, the weight of the crown. It’s… responsibility, it’s an oath of protection, and it comes with so many tensions and danger. All they see, all they want is control, the power that comes with it.”

“Arthur, this is precisely why you deserve it. You realize that, right?”

Arthur let out a non-committal hum.

Merlin slipped his hand into the king’s and held on, rubbing soothing circles onto his knuckles. It had been a tough road this far, and it would only get tougher. The future was weighing them down; they both needed a release.

“Would it help if we…. found other uses for it?”

Arthur smirked at Merlin then, tugging him close.

“Ooh, I like where this is going…”

#merthur #merlin #bbc merlin #merlinmicrofic

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In Search Of Me

[Fill for prompt: "Then Go", Arthur Pendragon & Morgana Pendragon. General]

@merlinmicrofic

In the dim light of the stars, Morgana hurried after her brother as he took long, angry strides into the palace gardens.

“Please, you have to understand, I-“

“What’s the point? You seem to have made your decision, and knowing you, you’ll stick with it.”

“It’s not safe for me here anymore, Arthur,” Morgana spat out, “It never was.”

Arthur stopped dead in his tracks.

“You really mean that?” He asked, as Morgana stilled at the hint of tears in her brother’s eyes.

“Arthur, you-“

“I’ve been trying, Morgana, trying to fend off those pointless attacks, to reason with fa-“

“Uther’s never going to change.”

“Morgana…”

“He won’t. I’m not blind to his ways, just as I’m not blind to your immense support of me. I know of all the countless arguments you’ve had with him. And as grateful as I am-“ she took his hands in hers, “I need to leave, Arthur. I need to figure myself and my powers out, and the Druids will help me do just that.”

Arthur let out a mirthless chuckle.

“You voluntarily wish to live in a forest.”

“Yes, and it’s imperative that y-“

“They will help you to properly harness your powers…”

“They will. I want to know for myself, my strengths before I-“

“And you really believe you’ll be safer there than you are, now?”

Morgana sighed deeply.

 “I do, Arthur. But please know this has nothing at all to do with you. Quite the opposite, in fact.”

Arthur peered into her eyes then, for a long moment.

“Then go.”

Morgana let out a relieved laugh as she wrapped her brother in a tight embrace.

#merlin #bbc merlin #merlinmicrofic #arthur pendragon #morgana pendragon #morgana

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Hunger

[Fill for prompt: 'Hunger/Hungry', Uther Pendragon, General, cw: canon characters death]

@merlinmicrofic

All his life, Uther had hungered for something.

Hungry for power, hungry for control.

Hungry for love.

Like the moment he laid eyes on The Lady Vivienne. An intense hunger that the tender caresses of his own wife couldn’t satiate; one that only the beautiful wife of Gorlois could quench.

He had hungered for a son, an heir to the throne of Camelot, and was willing to put anything on the line, no matter the price.

And when the price turned out to be the loss of his queen, his rage gave way to a hunger for revenge.

The hunger only grew.

And there were more reasons to fuel it than ever before.

His son challenged his policies.

His daughter born of his illicit affair was an embodiment of the very thing he had vowed to destroy.

The throne he had fought and lost so much for, being seized right from under his nose.

And he was hungry once more.

For the throne, for the control he had carefully cultivated for years over his children, his people.

They rebelled. He would not stand it.

One child exiled, one subdued into submission.

The throne was his, again, as was power.

He was finally sated.

And yet.

His past came calling, taunting, haunting, and brought along ghosts.

Visions of his dead love, of the exiled, of the unjustly martyred; their blood staining his hands.

Uther found himself longing for his daughter, missing his wife, watching his son grow increasingly somber, governing a kingdom, worrying over an ailing father.

He felt the familiar pangs of hunger once again- and it grew, grew, grew into an all-consuming monster.

He hungered for forgiveness, for peace.

For atonement.

And when, days later, he stared up into his son’s tearful eyes from his deathbed, he knew it was too late to right all his wrongs.

But he knew, watching his son solemnly prepare to ascend the throne, that it was the start of a new beginning.

#merlin #bbc merlin #merlinmicrofic #character study #an attempt on uther pendragon #literally and figuratively

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A murder mystery film set in a medieval village. After an outbreak of plague, the villagers make the decision to shut their borders so as to protect the disease from spreading (see the real life case of the village of Eyam). As the disease decimates the population, however, some bodies start showing up that very obviously were not killed by plague.

Since nobody has been in or out since the outbreak began, the killer has to be somebody in the local community.

The village constable (who is essentially just Some Guy, because being a medieval constable was a bit like getting jury duty, if jury duty gave you the power to arrest people) struggles to investigate the crime without exposing himself to the disease, and to maintain order as the plague-stricken villagers begin to turn on each other.

The killer strikes repeatedly, seemingly taking advantage of the empty streets and forced isolation to strike without witnesses. As with any other murder mystery, the audience is given exactly the same information to solve the crime as the detective.

Except, that is, whenever another character is killed, at which point we cut to the present day where said character's remains are being carefully examined by a team of modern archaeologists and historians who are also trying to figure out why so many of the people in this plague-pit died from blunt force trauma.

The archaeologists and historians, btw, are real experts who haven't been allowed to read the script. The filmmakers just give them a model of the victim's remains, along with some artefacts, and they have to treat it like a real case and give their real opinion on how they think this person died.

We then cut back to the past, where the constable is trying to do the same thing. Unlike the archaeologists, he doesn't have the advantage of modern tech and medical knowledge to examine the body, but he does have a more complete crime scene (since certain clues obviously wouldn't survive to be dug up in the modern day) and personal knowledge from having probably known the victim.

The audience then gets a more complete picture than either group, and an insight into both the strengths and limits of modern archaeology, explaining what we can and can't learn from studying a person's remains.

At the end of the film, after the killer is revealed and the main plot is resolved, we then get to see the archaeologists get shown the actual scenes where their 'victims' were killed, so they can see how well their conclusions match up with what 'really' happened.

#ok genius

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will never recover from this scene?? did merlin have to hold arthur's head in his lap? no he did not. merlin made a choice to hold arthur's head up and not prop it on the i don't know million pillows around and i love him your honor

#raven and gold

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writing is the most insane hobby it's like,

is it easy? no

is it fast? also no

but is it fun? well,

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Medusa and the blind woman in love

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Neil Gaiman, what are you doing EVERYWHERE?? Yesterday, you were in two knowledge bowl questions- one involved a reading from a passage in Stardust, and the other was "Which novel, written by Neil Gaiman, published in 2001-" (I didn't hear the rest of the question before I was shaking my teammate to hit the buzzer). And then, this morning, your name was one of the answer options to a radio show question about who wrote a Dolly Parton song. Sadly you did not write a Dolly Parton song.

Whew!

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@merlinmicrofic 

Prompt: Awake

Gen, Merlin/Arthur (can also be read as Merlin & Arthur)

#merlin micro fic #merlin

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