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quotidian-oblivion · 4 days
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De-aged Merlin & Arthur!
Just a fun little short thing I wrote randomly in one sitting ^^
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myrddin-wylt · 1 year
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yeah I’m not normal about him. he’s just a little guy. an angel. baby. help me. 
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pawsitivevibe · 5 months
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The oldest pictures of Arthur, from day 2, so taken 1 year ago today.
Teeny!! Tiny!!
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When Hosea wakes up, he’s alone; the space in the bed beside him is empty, far gone cold with the other half of the duvet folded over him. Dutch has been up a while then. The room is dark, curtains drawn to but even they don’t have the orange glow of the campfires outside. It’s very late.
He slides out from beneath the heavy weight of the duvet and throws a blanket over his shoulder to keep the chill at bay. He knows where his partner has gone so doesn’t even being to worry.
Dutch had always done this when things out there get bad, when he had to reassure himself that everything is okay, that there’s still good and innocence in this cruel world. Before young Arthur came along, the man would leave the tent to sleep among his people just to ensure that everything was still as it was, but even that stopped for a while when Micah showed up. Hosea was somewhat happy that this habit returned, hoping that this meant Dutch had begun reverting to how he used to be before all this.
With careful footsteps, Hosea pads to the open door that leads to what used to be an old study and is now the nursery for their son. Their son. Hosea can’t stop the warm feeling every time he thinks about it; their son, his and Dutch’s no matter if it’s by blood or not.
He leans his shoulder against the flaking door frame and gazes into the room.
In the centre, lit up only by the pale strokes of the light escaping through the tattered curtains, stands Dutch. The man is shirtless, his broad shoulders silhouetted by the light, swaying from side to side in a soothing rhythm. In his arms is a tired Arthur, bright blue eyes, the colour appearing almost otherworldly in the way the moon catches them, sleepily stare up at his father as he holds on to one of Dutch’s fingers in his tiny fist.
There was something about Dutch that not very many people knew, Dutch sang. Not the loud barking everyone does around the fire, but soft whispered words that hold such meaning and warmth. Hosea was certain that he may well be the only one still breathing that gets to hear it. And hear it, he does, again on this rare cool night.
And now, so does their son.
A soft melody is drifting around the room, wrapping around them with its words. Hosea recognises the song; a lullaby Dutch used to sing to him way back when it was just the two of them. The man had said it was a lullaby his mother used to sing to him when he was just a youngen, ‘one of the only good memories I had of the woman’, Dutch had laughed over their shared bottle of stolen wine.
Hosea feels himself smile, loosely crossing his arms over his chest as he watches the man begin a slow walk around the room while he hums the tune between verses.
This Dutch is so different to the one who exists in the light of day, the one that exists purely for others. The man Hosea sees now, the one who’s softly singing a tune while their baby boy gazes up at him is so different yet so familiar to him. He’s more like how he used to be, calmer and gentler and loving. Hosea misses that man.
He raises a hand to gently brush away the tear that escaped to run down his cheek. He wants to laugh but that would interrupt the precious moment.
Dutch has begun singing again and Hosea’s chest feels tight, heart aching with loss for a man who is still alive. He watches as Arthur’s eyes begin to droop, his head bouncing as he tries to fight sleep but inevitably loses the fight.
Dutch doesn’t stop the song, though he does lower his voice some and stops his walk around the nursery. The light highlights his face and he looks beautiful. He also looks sad, his mouth down-turned and eyebrows pulled together as he gazes down at Arthur’s faced relaxed in sleep.
The lullaby reaches its end and the silence of the room is so loud that Hosea feels as if his ears are ringing. He watches as Dutch moves over to lower Arthur into his crib and pulls his blanket over him, stroking a thumb over his plump cheek as he sits down in the chair besides the boy.
Hosea hears the deep sigh that the man releases. It sounds pained, he sounds exhausted.
“You know, Arthur, back when it was just me and Hosea, I used to sing for him too.” He laughs, “oh how he blushed and laughed when I did.” Another sigh
“I’m not sure when everything changed, I haven’t been good to him, not for a long time, I don’t think”
Hosea leans his back on the opposite side of the wall, head bent back as he heaves a sigh. He feels heavy, as if he’s just going to crumble underneath the weight of Dutch’s words.
“Maybe this bank will be the one thing we need, a final take before we get out of here. Micah seems to think so” Dutch makes a contemplative noise, “I hope it is, I have things to make up for, son.”
Hosea hopes it is too, he’s too old to keep running, wants to be given the chance to settle down, wants to give Arthur the opportunity to know a life out of harm’s way.
Logically, Hosea knows that it’s not going to happen, not in his lifetime anyways. But he can hope, for now, that Arthur will know what it’s like to live freely.
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Help I’m sinking into another Merlin phase in the middle of my final exams. Although tbh I never really emerged from my last phase merlin has become my constant state of being.
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I can’t get enough of these two babies
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nerdpoe · 19 days
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Danny puts up with a lot of stress, okay. His coping mechanism is....okay, it's a little weird, he's not gonna lie.
It is widely known that he has a human form and a ghost form; it is not widely known that his ghost form can do pretty much whatever he wants it to.
This includes making it smaller. Changing the ghost tail to a fish one. Making the suit be scales instead of a suit.
He does it so many times he now officially has three forms, and one of them is purely for himself and no one else.
His stress relief is to go to the aquarium, switch to the tiny merman form, and hide in the rocks of his favorite exhibit; the shark exhibit.
He stays in the back, away from the people visiting it's sight, and just vibes. He's even made a small cave the sharks can't fit into a tiny little nest.
No one would expect him there. No one would be looking for him there. He was free to just...take a moment.
Well, so he thought.
Because the humans visiting did see him. Multiple times.
They took pictures.
Now the Amity Park Aquarium is in some deep shit with Atlantis, because there's documented proof that they're keeping a literal baby mer in there as a spectacle.
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lieu-rey · 2 months
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first meeting
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princess-of-morkva · 1 month
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thinking about. how merlin brings out the best in arthur and on the other hand arthur brings out the darkest parts of merlin. how arthur always tries to be better and do the right thing because merlin believes in him and he wouldn't want to disappoint him. because he believes merlin is good and he wants to be good for him. how merlin always ends up making the worst decision in his desire to protect arthur, doing things he never thought he'd do. how from saving arthur's life because that's a right thing to do, he goes to putting his life above any of his own morals.
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changeofpace · 2 months
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Good luck kiss.
Alt. version below.
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hihomeghere · 2 months
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Rdr2 guys reaction to “I want a baby.”
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Honorable mention
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evgar · 4 months
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the girlfriends, a frozen cowboy and 2 snow environment practices <3
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witchmd13 · 5 months
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I know I shared this before but this picture of arthur playing with ygraine's ring while katreina is being made heir to the throne instead of him after uther embarrasses him and revokes his title in front of the entire court will haunt me to my grave :)
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atdawn · 5 months
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MERLIN | 2.04 Lancelot and Guinevere
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wombywoo · 1 year
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some baby arthur doodles~ 🤠
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adhd-merlin · 1 year
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ladies and gentlemen, the most powerful sorcerer on earth
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abovesn4kes · 1 year
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Certified cool uncle Arthur moment!!!
(Blank first slide bonus bc I think it’s a silly reaction image)
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