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arthursknight · 2 years

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that winter in camelot is the coldest merlin can remember. the snow lays coffin deep in the courtyard, and when he tries using his magic to keep gwen's chambers warm, she scolds him for giving her preferential treatment. he hasn't quite gotten the hang of warming the entire castle, much less anything beyond that, so he settles for enchanting the stole leon had gifted her in secret and using his energy to keep every fire he can going.

it's all he can do, these days, to keep a fire going. gaius has him on a number of draughts and dried herbs he's carefully stored since the summer solstice, but they do little in the way of keeping merlin's heart from stopping every time he sees a flash of golden hair.

it's in the wake of the third snowfall that he hears from his mother.

ealdor is blanketed in white, thatch roofs bending and bowing under the freezing weight, and there's a teenaged boy he recognises in the unsettling, removed sort of way adding another log to his mother's dying fire.

his knees give out. a familiar feeling rises in his chest: that he wishes he could make his mother's bed more comfortable, give her the plushness only royals are privy to. he thinks of gwen's stole, of her lavish pillows, of her fire raging, and thinks of his mother, dying on a bed of straw.

she's days away from death, if that. it will be the second person he's lost this year, and merlin has come to terms with eternity's cold grip, no longer has the fight left in him to uncurl its fingers from its tight grasp.

he grips her frail fingers and does everything he can to keep the fire going.

to say, "i will never forget you."

she smiles at him. "that," she tells him, "is how i know you love me."

it takes him a few more winters to understand, fully, what his mother meant. in those years, he loses, and loses, and loses, until grief is a friend that walks beside him. when he realises that death will never come for him, but rather will flirt with his friends, seduce those he loves until they leave him to pick up their shadows, it hits him. to love someone is to remember.

so he begins telling stories. he's not good with words, at first. doesn't know how to tell anyone about arthur in a way that makes what he was make sense. he was more than my king. he was insufferable. he was half of me. he was arrogant and foolhardy and stupid. he was my destiny.

how do you say that? how do you find the words for that? how do you describe gwen-- beautiful, kind gwen, who deserved the world over? how do you describe gaius-- wise, complicated gaius, who harboured him when no one else would? how do you describe gwaine, and lancelot, and leon, and percival, and elyan, and morgana, and mordred, and--

how do you make your love into a legend?

merlin tells stories until his throat goes raw. he spends centuries spinning tales. there once, he tells countless, wide-eyed children, was a great king named arthur. and one day, he will come back.

to love someone is to remember. and merlin commissions paintings, reads poetry, watches plays where the actors try to mimic his friends.

all those centuries later, his heart still stops at a flash of golden hair.

in those first years, merlin had wondered if arthur knew how loved he was, how much merlin loved him. so merlin crafts him a world that knows his name, so that when he comes back, there will be no question.

arthur comes back to him in winter. there isn't snow on the ground, but his skin is chilled from lake water, and merlin does everything he can to keep the fire going.

as he's warming up his king, combing his hair, drying his hands, he dares to ask.

"do you remember me?"

it's a question larger than the words that contain it. but arthur turns to him, and honest to god rolls his eyes, and speaks, for the first time in several lifetimes.

"i could never forget you, merlin."

and merlin thinks, he might love me, too.

#arthur pendragon #merlin #bbc merlin #merthur #microfic #my writing #two sides of the same coin #this one is a little long so #long post #this also took me WAY longer than normal to write #normally it takes me like 15 mins tops but this took over an hour #i just could NOT make the words happen #but. here we are.#idk how i feel about it but!#cee.txt

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darknessisafriend · 1 year

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I will feed on your hate, Commodus x Reader/You

After months of writing block I finally got to write again T_T this is a special piece for the wonderful @kfanniart a while ago we had spoken about Commodus, how he would feel and how we would love to comfort him, so here is a fic inspired by our talks <3

Commodus was quietly walking in the corridors of the palace; he had always been light foot. He had taken this habit from his father and from his passion for hunting; it was a good way to spy on your counterparts. You had always been amazed by how quick he could walk and yet remain completely silent, each of his movements, his breathing, a true hunter. Commodus’ fingertips brushed against a column as he leaned against it to listen to some Senators present at the palace.

“Ah don’t be so gentle Gaius I know that you think deep down. That child isn’t half as good as his father.” Spoke the first Senator with a knowing grin, how imprudent they were.

“I am smarter than you Brutus I don’t want to be heard speaking ill of the Emperor. He is not as merciful as Marcus Aurelius.

“See? Another flaw of his. Sometimes I wonder if he is not a bastard son to be the opposite of his father.” He scoffed, a mean glow in his eyes.

“What is the point to criticizing him every day? If he keeps going that way, he will fall soon anyway, and we will all be grateful for it.” Sighed Gaius, he was arrogant, thinking himself all mighty. He snapped his fingers at an old slave “You. Speak without fear of punishment. What do you think of your new master?” he asked. The old man seemed to hesitate at first, looking around to see if there were witnesses to his words. So, Commodus leaned more against the column listening, his heart racing faster, he had a bad feeling about it. When one hid to speak of a man, it was never to praise him.

“He is not like the great Marcus Aurelius. He doesn’t sleep, he is not at peace. He is moody, not wise.” Replied the man before quickly going back to his work, not knowing he had been heard by Commodus himself. According to his reputation, it could have been expected that the young emperor would have come out of his hiding spot, yelling for the guards to seize the traitors or even killing them himself in his rage.

But there wasn’t any of it. Commodus’ heart was stabbed again, betrayed…how could people and especially his own people, servants be so ungrateful? Didn’t he love them enough? talked with them enough? Perhaps he was the only Emperor who didn’t mind befriending those who served him. Because he was the People.

Still as quietly as he came, he left, heading back to his private quarters as fast as possible, his eyes wet with tears, his breathing fast, uncontrolled. He couldn’t even think anymore, the sound of his hammering heart pounding in his ears.

Soon, he found himself in your room, barely understanding where he was, his body had guided him to the safest place for his spirit, you. You lifted your head from the broderie you were making, looking at the young Emperor who had busted in your room unannounced. It wasn’t the first time he did it and each time it was because he was upset.

“Do you wish to talk about what happened, Commodus?” you offered, sometimes he didn’t wish to talk but simply sit in your company. And other times, his burden was too heavy for his mind not to share. Slowly, his eyes lifted from the ground to look at you, finally understanding where he was. He opened his mouth as if to mutter an apology. His gaze became boyish as he approached you and slowly dropped on his knees, looking at you in the eyes as he took your hands, fervently kissing your knuckles, staying silent.

“It is alright.” You smiled reassuringly, letting him do. Many would call it inappropriate for two friends, even if childhood friends to be so close. Commodus rested his head on your lap, silently requesting for you to caress his head; it was a gesture that brought him great peace. So, you did, your thumb gently stroking his cheek as the other hand went in his hair, massaging his scalp.

“They hate me…they all do.” He stated, his eyes teary again. “Even dead and years after my father’s death they keep speaking of him as if he was still alive, there to judge me. As if they could dare speak of me that way without fear of punishment, with his support.” He snarled, yet his voice had the tone of a murmur. You sighed at his words; indeed, it had been years since he had inherited the throne and yet he kept suffering as if nothing had changed. Sometimes you came to wonder if Commodus was meant to be Emperor or if it was a curse thrown upon him.

“Even my own slaves speak poorly of me, they don’t respect me. If a slave can’t respect me, no one ever will.” He murmured, looking at the details of your hands, a way to distract himself from the pain.

“I do respect you Commodus.” You instantly replied, hoping that those words would be enough to sooth him.

“But it is you! It doesn’t matter like-…”

“I am not the only one respecting you. Why don’t I matter? Because I am a woman? Because I can’t bring you votes of the Senate or plot in your favor? How wrong you would be to think that.” You replied seriously to his protest, meeting his dark gaze.

“I know perfectly what you are able to do Y/N. And I have shown myself very grateful for it.” He replied darkly. More than friendship bounded you, dark actions for the cause of the Empire and ensure his safety. You were a bit his shadow agent. “What I meant is that as the Emperor, I need the respect of my people and most Senators. I cannot rule if all are against me.” He replied, a bit calmer to explain himself before tightening your dress in his hand. “I would bet on my own life that History will speak bad of me. I will be the villain and the Senate the heroes. Maybe I will even be forgotten…” he murmured sadly, like his father had made him feel forgotten.

“I recall that you did rather unexpected and innovative things in your reign already. An Emperor gladiator…cherishing his people, establishing peace with the Marcomans and Quades. I see no reason for you to be forgotten. No matter how hard the Senate could try, the People will remember, your statues, your face printed on denarius, scattered across the Empire. You cannot be erased. You will be remembered.” You assured him, keeping on playing with the dark curls of his hair, you knew he would be remembered in both good and bad, no Emperor escaped it, and no one could satisfy all.

“I wish I could make them all stop talking about my father.” He simply replied, a bit calmer. It seemed your words had an effect on him.

“With time they will stop. I promise you, my dearest. And people will judge you by your actions, not by what old senators say of you.” You cooed, detailing his sad face. How much you would give to see him smile again. In a burst of love, you leaned forward, placing your lips on top of his head, leaving a protective kiss upon Commodus. Only you really knew who he was, and you would cherish it.

At your kiss, Commodus lifted his head, looking at you with surprise and wonder. It wasn’t the first kiss you gave him and yet for him it always felt like the first time.

“Would you like to come to bed with me?” you offered with a smile, it was the first time you offered such thing, yet you knew it was a wish of Commodus. He only had never asked because his sister pressured him to ‘leave you alone’. You had caught them arguing about it a few times in the past. So, of course, Commodus was overjoyed to accept, yet for now he kept a rather neutral face, only his eyes shone with a strange glow. He got up and offered you his hand, as always enjoying taking the lead and guiding you to your own bed.

He let you lay down first, letting you invite him in your arms, smiling and looking at him in the eyes “Join me Commodus.” You cooed, with a soft tone, you knew how much he loved quietness at times, hearing your heartbeat against his cheek as he laid on top of you, nuzzling against your breast. It always gave you an effect, you had always loved him of course and he did too, you just never made it official, perhaps another non-conformist side of Commodus.

“I only feel at home when I am in your arms...” he murmured, taking your hand and kissing each of your knuckles devotedly, as you slid your other hand under his tunic, from the base of this neck to caress his tensed shoulders, now relaxing a little.

“If it wasn’t for you, I would have left Rome a while ago to go back to Gaul.” You replied with equal devotion, burying your nose in his coal curls, inhaling his scent of cinnamon and pomegranate. Rome was exhausting, noisy, smelly and full of dangers, even withing the palace walls.

Commodus lifted his head, his gaze dark, passionate. “I would have never let you. If you left me here alone…” he cupped your chin with his fingers “I feel as if I’m dying. A long, slow, agonizing death, ever since…” he briefly looked down, a sad look in his eyes, not having the strength to talk about his past sufferings. “You make me feel alive…every time you speak, every time you touch me.” He murmured, his eyes dark again, his thumb brushing on your lower lip. “Y/N I crave you, like a dying man craving for each breath.” His voice slightly slipped, showing his desperation, his eyes teary from all the emotions he hid from the world. “Please…” he called you in the most painful tone you heard from him, he truly sounded agonizing.

You cupped his face, detailing him as you often did. How much you hated to see him suffer. And yet how much you loved when he let his mask fall. “I love you so much Commodus…I would follow you into the depths of the underworld, in the middle of the bloodiest battles...” you said fondly, he was your whole world, since the moment you had met him. You pulled his face closer to yours, kissing him with strength, a strength no lady should express. But you couldn’t care less, it was to express your love, devotion and respect for the emperor. You could have feared his pride would be triggered but it didn’t, you heard Commodus whimper against your lips, pressing harder against your mouth, his hands sliding to your waist and then hips. His grip was strong, almost painful, as if he feared it wasn’t real, a bad dream the gods would use against Commodus to torture him.

Your fingers went to bury in his hair, slightly pulling on them this time, you had retained your desire for a while.

“I love you too Y/N…I would slaughter my own father for you…give up on the throne.” He breathed against your lips, kissing your face, jaw and going down your neck, worshipping your body, his hands sliding under your dress to caress your thighs, his fingertips soft and his palm callous from handling a sword.

“Why not rule together? Slaughter our enemies together?” you suggested with a grin, you matched his violence, your teeth biting his lower lip as he met your eyes. He chuckled, it was clear by his look that he approved, that you would form the strongest and deadliest couple of the Empire.

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cynthia39100 · 3 months

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Merlin rewatch -- S1E6: A Remedy to Cure All Ills

Gwen

The younger characters had little things to do in this episode, but I love that one scene with Gwen and Gaius very much (despite the fact that the timing of her revelation of Edwin’s misdeed was weird…and that I was still annoyed by Gaius).

My favourite part wasn’t her suspicion for Edwin or her wise words to Gaius (It’s still a great line. “ In life we always have a choice. Sometimes it’s easier to think we don’t.” ) What I love was that after Gaius said he had made the choice to leave, Gwen simply said “ Then I’ll miss you.” She was so kind and respectful. She said what she wanted to say, but didn’t push or begrudge other’s decisions. It’s so lovely.

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#my appreciation for Gwen was steadily increasing in this rewatch #merlin rewatch 2024 #bbc merlin #rewatch: a remedy to cure all ills #gwen #I have so little to say about this episode

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hiswordsarekisses · 2 years

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There is no denomination that exists that has a corner on the truth, and I believe it’s that way for a reason. First of all division breeds deception. We are not supposed to have denominations according to scripture - we are to be of one mind, and that mind being also of one with Christ - Who is The Word. (John 1:1). Those who love the truth and continue to study and grow, will become of one mind sooner or later because they are taught by same the Holy Spirit. The Word is our guideline and whoever sticks to that guideline cannot help but to also stick to each other - and these set apart ones will not claim any denomination - they will only claim to be followers of Jesus and HIS way.

“I appeal to you, brothers and sisters, in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, that all of you agree with one another in what you say and that there be no divisions among you, but that you be perfectly united in mind and thought. My brothers and sisters, some from Chloe’s household have informed me that there are quarrels among you. What I mean is this: One of you says, “I follow Paul”; another, “I follow Apollos”; another, “I follow Cephas”; still another, “I follow Christ.” Is Christ divided? Was Paul crucified for you? Were you baptized in the name of Paul? I thank God that I did not baptize any of you except Crispus and Gaius, so no one can say that you were baptized in my name. (Yes, I also baptized the household of Stephanas; beyond that, I don’t remember if I baptized anyone else.) For Christ did not send me to baptize, but to preach the gospel—not with wisdom and eloquence, lest the cross of Christ be emptied of its power. For the message of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved it is the power of God. For it is written: “I will destroy the wisdom of the wise; the intelligence of the intelligent I will frustrate. Where is the wise person? Where is the teacher of the law? Where is the philosopher of this age? Has not God made foolish the wisdom of the world? For since in the wisdom of God the world through its wisdom did not know him, God was pleased through the foolishness of what was preached to save those who believe. Jews demand signs and Greeks look for wisdom, but we preach Christ crucified: a stumbling block to Jews and foolishness to Gentiles, but to those whom God has called, both Jews and Greeks, Christ the power of God and the wisdom of God. For the foolishness of God is wiser than human wisdom, and the weakness of God is stronger than human strength. Brothers and sisters, think of what you were when you were called. Not many of you were wise by human standards; not many were influential; not many were of noble birth. But God chose the foolish things of the world to shame the wise; God chose the weak things of the world to shame the strong. God chose the lowly things of this world and the despised things—and the things that are not—to nullify the things that are, so that no one may boast before him. It is because of him that you are in Christ Jesus, who has become for us wisdom from God—that is, our righteousness, holiness and redemption. Therefore, as it is written: “Let the one who boasts boast in the Lord.” 1 Corinthians 1:10-31

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lesya-writes · 2 years

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ch. 4 seeking saviors excerpt

Insight, my arse, Merlin thought with a mental roll of his eyes. Lancelot had nothing new to add to their growing list of details. Gaius was no closer to finding out the nature of the beast; after Merlin told him what he saw he’d simply shaken his head and said he knew nothing of it.

“It must be a truly ancient and rare creature, for I’ve never laid eyes upon one nor heard of anyone who has,” he’d told Merlin.

Half-lion, half-eagle, it was a most fearsome beast. It flew like a bird, but possessed a lion’s tail and body. Merlin really had to question who’s idea that was. As though lions weren’t terrifying enough! Magic really had outdone itself.

“So, you’ve really no idea?” Arthur asked, looking harried.

“No, sire. I will consult with Geoffrey, of course. If anyone knows, it would be him.”

Arthur nodded and sighed. Suddenly, he appeared very tired.

Gaius noticed as well because he said, “I think it would be wise for you to take some rest. You’ve done your duty in informing me. Geoffrey and I shall handle it until the king’s return.”

Arthur had not even protested, not a single quip thrown out; he nodded once more and turned to leave without another word. Perhaps it was exhaustion making him act so. Or perhaps he simply listens to Gaius better than me, Merlin thought bitterly.

Before he took a step down, he paused and turned to stare at Merlin.

“Aren’t you coming?” Arthur asked with an imperious brow.

“I can’t! I’ve got him to look after,” Merlin replied, pointing at Lancelot.

Arthur did not seem convinced.

“Oh, there’s no need, Merlin. Truly, if you have other responsibilities…” Lancelot trailed off when hit with Merlin’s glare.

“See? He’s fine.”

“Come now, you know I am indebted to him. I’m not just doing it to be lazy.” He was absolutely doing it to be lazy. He thought for a second to invoke Gaius’s expertise, but something told him the old man wouldn’t be on his side. He did have his own penchant for mischief.

“Everything you do is to be lazy,” came the reply, but it was spoken with barely any feeling, a rote response.

Before Merlin could say much more the prince muttered out, “Fine.” He spun back around and stomped down the stairs. He heard the creaking hinges of a door swinging open and then the tell-tale thump of a wooden door slam shut.

The silence that lingered seemed overpowering. Gaius barely blinked at the display, likely used to the tantrums.

“I trust you have Lancelot’s care in hand?”

“Yes, Gaius. Go on, do your courtly duties.”

Gaius left them to it, but not without a sigh. How glad Merlin was to not be in the man’s position; he’d much rather deal with Arthur than with that father of his.

“Who was that man?” asked Lancelot, sounding a bit lost. Merlin thought he meant Gaius and wondered if he’d hit his head harder than thought before, but then he realized Lancelot must be speaking of Arthur.

Merlin wasn’t surprised that Lancelot hadn’t recognized the prince. He was clearly not of Camelot, what with his accent. But then, even the native city dwellers might have trouble recognizing their prince. They rarely got to see him up close, usually he was up on a podium somewhere or he was marching through in armor with some knights, looking no different from them.

They had notions, of course. Ideas. Merlin had the misfortune to eavesdrop on some of these discussions of silken golden strands and glistening eyes as blue as the sky. Merlin never failed to beg the gods’ forgiveness for his fellow man’s folly. Honestly, the maids of Lower Town made him out to be some sort of magical story hero rather than a man. They would surely change their tune if they ever had to smell the man’s socks or change his bedsheets.

Never meet your heroes, Merlin thought. And hero he was. A gleaming knight, armor shining with the light of the sun. Arthur, the protector of the commonfolk against the tyranny of magic. Son of a notorious magic-hating king who executes any who even so much as breathes in a suspiciously magical way. A hero, aye, but not for Merlin. He is meant to be my villain, but for this prophecy… Not for the first time, Merlin wondered what he would have felt were he not bound in such a way. Would Arthur be just another foe?

“Merlin?”

“Hm? Oh him? It’s just Arthur. Bit of a prat, as you’ve seen.”

“Arthur…that does sound familiar…” Lancelot muttered to himself. “Arthur, he’s…!” His eyes went wide with realization and Merlin could not help his amusement. He grinned.

“He is,” Merlin replied.

“I thought he was some lord’s son! But I’ve been speaking to a prince!”

“Not a prince. The prince.”

Lancelot looked ready to clutch pearls he did not have. He turned away from Merlin to look out the door at the room below as though to catch another glimpse. He looked without seeing, mind drifting away.

“Merlin,” Lancelot suddenly spoke, “do you know why I journeyed here?”

He didn’t think Lancelot expected an answer.

“My dream is to become a knight. It’s been my one goal since I was a boy. Here, in Camelot, is where I hope to make it true. I’ve heard of the prince of this kingdom, of his fighting prowess. But more so of his virtue, his willingness to fight for the smallfolk. A man like that, he’s worth fighting for.”

“You haven’t had a change of heart?” Merlin asked, genuinely curious.

Lancelot startled as though surprised at hearing another person speak. Had he forgotten Merlin was also in the room? Had he been so lost in thought?

“Change of heart? No, quite the opposite. He promised me a sword.”

“That he did.” Yes, it was the least that could be done, but then Arthur had no reason for it. Protecting a manservant? What’s that worth? Any other would’ve shrugged it off, maybe repaid the kindness with some coin or a fine meal. A sword was another matter. That took precious time to forge, worked over and over until perfection. Not just anyone got a sword.

“I suppose for all his many faults, Arthur can be quite honorable, too.” It’s the smallest concession he would make and even so it was difficult. At least Lancelot was a stranger. “And I suppose he’s not that bad of a fighter.”

Merlin saw a small uptick of Lancelot’s lips. Dare he call it a smirk?

“Did you pull a muscle trying to get that out?” he asked.

Merlin immediately relaxed. “I’m sure Gaius has got something for it.”

The man gave out a snort, but it wasn’t an indelicate sound. Though in simple garb, he was handsome and with manners quite well. Well enough for this place, anyway. He clearly had a good sense of humor about him. He was brave and good-natured, a man who was kindhearted but not a road to easily walk upon. Yes, thought Merlin, this was a knight.

He could not help but wonder at who he truly was. A knight he wished to be; was he from some minor house? Or was he but a commoner? But then where did his own broken sword come from? Did he steal it? Merlin was not one to judge; if he took it from some high-horsed lord, who was Merlin to complain? Lancelot did not seem the sort, though. He did not look like a thief or sell-sword. He is quite perfect and I know no man is such.

What are you hiding, sir knight?

#merthur #merthur fic #fic excerpt #fanfiction #merlin #arthur #lancelot #might post more excerpts #i haven't written this fic in a year bro #but i am back baybee

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weakforarwen · 2 years

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The Disir

Oh Merlin, you just killed Arthur. You signed his death sentence. I’m in tears. This season is like watching an execution. Merlin, why must you be like this?

When Arthur was given the rune mark, he asked why he would need to be judged at all - because he was a fair King. Why didn’t you just tell him the truth? That it was because he banned magic? Why did you stay silent and play dumb? Wasn’t the goal always to save Arthur so magic would be permitted in Camelot again? Along the way you forgot what your destiny was. It is not to save Arthur because he’s Arthur, your best friend, but to save King Arthur so he can unite Albion and return magic to the Kingdom. Oh Merlin... When Arthur asked if he should reject his father’s ways and embrace magic, why did you stay silent? Why did you sign Arthur’s death sentence by condemning magic when he was willing to accept it? It pained you so much yet you did it for Arthur, so Mordred would die. But Arthur’s fate and the destruction of Camelot rested on that decision. You listened to the dragon over the Disir. They are above the dragon. They spelled it out for you plainly that great suffering awaited Camelot and Arthur should he refuse to embrace the Old Ways. That was your purpose, Merlin. To get Arthur to embrace the Old Religion again.

I’m not even sure I want the Old Religion back, because I don’t trust religion - I believe magic shouldn’t be outlawed, but it should be carefully monitored. If the Old Religion reigned again, what would it mean? But, then, Arthur’s fate was already decided by the Old Religion so it made little difference. He and Camelot were already its subjects, whether Arthur accepted it or not.

Merlin... my heart broke for Arthur and you. You killed him. It was you.

Arthur showed willingness to save a druid’s life and embrace the old religion, and you condemned him to die. All because you wanted to save him more than you wanted to fulfill your destiny. You loved him to death, quite literally.

I can’t stand this season. The episodes are depressing, the atmosphere heavy, and most attempts at humor fall flat. Arthur and Merlin are different now, Gwen too - all the characters feel like ghosts of their former selves. Gwen’s always been Arthur’s cheerleader, but she’s too wise to tell him to ignore the rune mark and the druid’s words. She knows better. She and Merlin are always trying to make Arthur feel better in their own ways, even when they believe he is wrong. Gwen’s relationship with magic is complicated, because she knows less about it than Arthur, but grew up being weary of it and saw what magic did to Camelot. Still, I thought she was more open-minded to magic, though she was never its advocate.

I find Merlin and Gwen so similar. The more they love Arthur, and the closer they are to him, the more they defer to him and shelter him from their own opinions, fears, suspicions. He needs strong counsel, but they care too much to be objective. Arthur’s own attempts at being objective and true to himself are thwarted by them. He listened to Gaius and Merlin about the rune mark, because he trusts druids to a certain extent and couldn’t stand not knowing what Camelot’s fate or what his perceived flaws were - he was following his instincts, ignoring Gwen’s appeal to “reason” - but he also listened to Merlin when he told him not to embrace magic, when Arthur’s heart was urging him to accept the Disir’s terms. Arthur must follow his heart. That is always true about Arthur, even if it fails him sometimes, and what Gwen, and Merlin, always told him to do. Every time Arthur does the right thing, it is because he follows his heart. This time, Merlin told him not to and it backfired. Arthur didn’t listen to Gwen when she told him not to take Mordred with him, because his heart told him the boy deserved a chance, and his life was saved because of it. But Merlin would’ve saved him anyway, so he should’ve listened to Gwen and Merlin, and Mordred wouldn’t have been in danger... It’s complicated... Merlin usually steers Arthur in the right direction, except when he tries to protect Arthur from himself, like when he stopped Arthur from killing Uther and seeing the truth about him, or in this episode. Arthur must follow his heart... Gwen’s advice is usually solid too. The Disir wouldn’t have killed Arthur... Mordred should’ve stayed away...

I’m starting to think Merlin’s advice isn’t very helpful in the great scheme of things... When Arthur asks for an opinion, he either already has the answer and can’t be swayed (eg. about trusting Agravaine or breaking off his engagements), or is talked into doing the wrong thing. When he acts correctly, it’s usually because he was already inclined to do so. This is why Merlin and Arthur are so tragic. Merlin saves Arthur’s life and gives him valuable counsel, but Arthur ignores Merlin half the time and the one time time he listens... Arthur was inclined to listen to Merlin because it is what he wanted to hear. That is Arthur’s weakness: he didn’t want to undo his father’s work and he was afraid of making a rash decision. His heart told him the life of one person was worth the risk, and the one time he didn’t follow that instinct...

Arthur and Merlin are so tragic. I swear, when Merlin told Arthur there was no place for magic in Camelot, my heart broke and I started crying. I cried for Arthur, because he’s going to die, and, for Merlin, because he broke his own heart saying that and killed his own best friend without knowing it... Colin’s acting was so good, ugh.

Merlin is both Arthur’s salvation and destruction. He is Arthur’s bane. They are so tragic. I’m starting to get why people ship them. It’s not because of Arthur exactly, it must be because of Merlin. I’m starting to feel the weight of his unrequited love, romantic or not. Arthur has no idea how much Merlin loves him. And he doesn’t love him back with nearly the same intensity...

Back to Gwen for a second, when she repeated Arthur’s words about the druid back to him, Arthur was able to hear how unconvincing his own line of thought was. So I guess Gwen helped him follow his heart as always? But she wouldn’t have said that. She’s too cautious... Would she have told Arthur to embrace the old religion? She didn’t care for Uther, only for Camelot, and the Disir said Arthur and Camelot’s one chance of salvation - not just Mordred’s - was to embrace the Old Religion. She would’ve told Arthur to do it, perhaps, but if she didn’t trust the Disir, she would’ve also told Arthur to not put the fate of Camelot in the hands of one boy alone. Ultimately, she would’ve told Arthur that he was more needed in Camelot than Mordred. She’s ignorant about magic. What she have been convinced of the Disir’s words? And would Arthur really have embraced the old religion? He was willing to do it for Uther, but probably not for Mordred, though his “heart” was urging him to. I guess he did what he wanted to do anyway. Merlin probably wouldn’t have changed his mind either way.

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In the midst of the cosmos, amidst swirling galaxies and nebulous clouds, stood a figure cloaked in light, an ethereal being known across the stars as The Celestial. In the darkness of space, she was the beacon, the guide for all who journeyed through the void. Her robes, white as the core of the brightest star, flowed about her like the arms of nebulae. In her wake, particles of stardust shimmered, and celestial bodies aligned to her will.

One could not gaze upon The Celestial without feeling the immense power she wielded—power she had obtained from the convergence of countless worlds, the knowledge of a thousand civilizations, and the essence of the universe itself. Her presence was an ancient one, as old as time, known to the few who had dared to venture into the unknown reaches of space.

Among these few was Gaius Julius Avitus Alexianus, a starfarer from a distant planet, whose ship, the "Aeternitas," had seen more galaxies than most could name. Gaius, with eyes like the endless void, had sought The Celestial, guided by prophecies etched in the ruins of a long-forgotten race. It was said that The Celestial held the key to understanding the fabric of existence and that she alone could grant the wisdom to harness the energy of the cosmos.

His journey was arduous, taking him across black holes and supernovas, through the whispers of cosmic winds, and alongside the silent songs of comets. But Gaius was determined, for his planet was dying—a slow, withering death caused by a sickness no science could cure.

When he finally found her, The Celestial knew of his quest without words. She, who had seen civilizations rise and fall, who had watched the birth and death of stars, recognized the noble heart of Gaius Julius Avitus Alexianus.

With a gesture, she summoned a disk of pure light that spun with the symphony of the universe. From this disk, a fragment detached, descending toward Gaius like a falling star. It was a crystal imbued with the essence of life itself, the heart of a star long extinct, its energy pristine and raw.

The Celestial spoke then, her voice echoing like a choir of light, "Gaius Julius Avitus Alexianus, you have traversed the dark sea of the cosmos to find hope for your people. Take this star-heart to your world. Let it be the beacon that cures the sickness, that brings life where there was decay. But know this—its power is boundless, and with it, you must shape a future not just for your own, but for all life that dances in the vastness of space."

Gaius bowed deeply, a mix of reverence and awe written upon his face. "I am but a starfarer, Celestial," he replied, his voice firm yet humbled. "But I will carry your gift with honor, and I vow to use it wisely, for the betterment of all."

And with that, Gaius Julius Avitus Alexianus, the humble starfarer, turned his ship homeward, the star-heart secured within the "Aeternitas," its light a symbol of the new era that was to come—an era of healing, of unity, and of a journey shared amongst the myriad forms of life that the universe nurtured in its boundless embrace.

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MFM Daily Devotional 12th January 2024 By Dr. D.K Olukoya – Do Things Differently (IV)

MFM Daily Devotional - Do Things Differently (IV)

The Topic of Mountain Top Life Daily Devotional for 12th January 2024 Is ”Do Things Differently (IV)”

BIBLE IN ONE YEAR: Genesis 34, Genesis 35, Genesis 36, Mark 6, Mark 7, Mark 8 FIRE SCRIPTURE: 3 John 1-6 (KJV) 1 The elder unto the wellbeloved Gaius, whom I love in the truth. 2 Beloved, I wish above all things that thou mayest prosper and be in health, even as thy soul prospereth. 3 For I rejoiced greatly, when the brethren came and testified of the truth that is in thee, even as thou walkest in the truth. 4 I have no greater joy than to hear that my children walk in truth. 5 Beloved, thou doest faithfully whatsoever thou doest to the brethren, and to strangers; 6 Which have borne witness of thy charity before the church: whom if thou bring forward on their journey after a godly sort, thou shalt do well: MEMORY VERSE: Matthew 6:33 (KJV) “But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you.” MOTIVATIONAL QUOTES: Health is wealth. Make your wellness a priority! PRAISE AND WORSHIP: Take praise and worship songs as led by the Holy Spirit. PROPHETIC WORD FOR TODAY Receive the Anointing to Enjoy Divine Health and Prosper in Your Spirit, Soul and Body, in The Name of Jesus.

MFM DAILY DEVOTIONAL 12TH JANUARY 2024

Today, we shall round off our discourse on how to do things differently and have a great year. Beloved, you must not neglect your health and wellness. You need them to enjoy your marriage, finances, ministry, etc. When last did you do a medical check-up? Self-medication, unhealthy and poor eating habits must stop. No matter how busy you are, create room for exercise. Find time to jog or walk. You need at least 6-8 hours of sound sleep. Whatever it takes, get it. Refrain from the habit of relying on sleep- inducing drugs to get sleep. Get spiritual and medical help to overcome insomnia. Avoid stress, worry and anxiety. Ensure you achieve work-life balance. Go for vacation annually and spend it wisely to get some rest so that you return to work truly refreshed. I advise you to also avoid overworking and stress. Focus on achieving physical, emotional, spiritual and mental wellness. Your body, soul and spirit must be in sound shape for you to perform optimally in career, business and ministry. The Bible says, “Beloved, I wish above all things that thou mayest prosper and be in health, even as thy soul prospereth (3 John 2). In addition, embrace personal development and make it a priority to produce a better version of yourself with the help of the Holy Spirit this year. This will take wisdom, self-discipline, determination, planning and goal setting, etc. I counsel you to put God first in all your affairs. Make Jesus your Lord and Saviour and serve Him wholeheartedly. Seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness and every other thing shall be added unto you (Matthew 6:33). Be highly organised this year and use your time wisely. Time is the currency of life. Engage in activities that will bring improvement to your life and destiny as well as help you to spend your eternity in heaven. Get a mentor who is godly and has the kind of values that you are proud of. Good mentors are often great blessings to the lives of their mentees. Finally, give generously to God and give back to the society. The Lord will help you. in Jesus’ name.

MFM DAILY PRAYER POINTS 12TH JANUARY 2024

MORNING - I claim divine health and all-round wellness, in the name of Jesus. - I overcome stress, worry and anxiety, in the name of Jesus. - ⁠I receive the comforting and refreshing touch of the Holy Ghost, in the name of Jesus. EVENING - This year, I will prioritise my personal development, in the name of Jesus. - ⁠I receive the grace to reinvent myself, in the name of Jesus. - Father, give me the wisdom to run my life in line with Your will and succeed, in the name of Jesus. - Father, give me a glorious change, by fire, in the name of Jesus. Read the full article

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11th November >> Mass Readings (USA)

Saint Martin of Tours, Bishop

Saturday, Thirty First Week in Ordinary Time.

Saturday, Thirty First Week in Ordinary Time

(Liturgical Colour: White: A (1))

(Readings for the feria (Saturday))

(There is a choice today between the readings for the ferial day (Saturday) and those for the memorial. The ferial readings are recommended unless pastoral reasons suggest otherwise)

First Reading Romans 16:3-9, 16, 22-27 Greet one another with a holy kiss.

Brothers and sisters: Greet Prisca and Aquila, my co-workers in Christ Jesus, who risked their necks for my life, to whom not only I am grateful but also all the churches of the Gentiles; greet also the Church at their house. Greet my beloved Epaenetus, who was the firstfruits in Asia for Christ. Greet Mary, who has worked hard for you. Greet Andronicus and Junia, my relatives and my fellow prisoners; they are prominent among the Apostles and they were in Christ before me. Greet Ampliatus, my beloved in the Lord. Greet Urbanus, our co-worker in Christ, and my beloved Stachys. Greet one another with a holy kiss. All the churches of Christ greet you.

I, Tertius, the writer of this letter, greet you in the Lord. Gaius, who is host to me and to the whole Church, greets you. Erastus, the city treasurer, and our brother Quartus greet you.

Now to him who can strengthen you, according to my Gospel and the proclamation of Jesus Christ, according to the revelation of the mystery kept secret for long ages but now manifested through the prophetic writings and, according to the command of the eternal God, made known to all nations to bring about the obedience of faith, to the only wise God, through Jesus Christ be glory forever and ever. Amen.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm Psalm 145:2-3, 4-5, 10-11

R/ I will praise your name for ever, Lord.

Every day will I bless you, and I will praise your name forever and ever. Great is the LORD and highly to be praised; his greatness is unsearchable.

R/ I will praise your name for ever, Lord.

Generation after generation praises your works and proclaims your might. They speak of the splendor of your glorious majesty and tell of your wondrous works.

R/ I will praise your name for ever, Lord.

Let all your works give you thanks, O LORD, and let your faithful ones bless you. Let them discourse of the glory of your Kingdom and speak of your might.

R/ I will praise your name for ever, Lord.

Gospel Acclamation 2 Corinthians 8:9

Alleluia, alleluia. Jesus Christ became poor although he was rich, so that by his poverty you might become rich. Alleluia, alleluia.

Gospel Luke 16:9-15 If, therefore, you are not trustworthy with dishonest wealth, who will trust you with true wealth?

Jesus said to his disciples: “I tell you, make friends for yourselves with dishonest wealth, so that when it fails, you will be welcomed into eternal dwellings. The person who is trustworthy in very small matters is also trustworthy in great ones; and the person who is dishonest in very small matters is also dishonest in great ones. If, therefore, you are not trustworthy with dishonest wealth, who will trust you with true wealth? If you are not trustworthy with what belongs to another, who will give you what is yours? No servant can serve two masters. He will either hate one and love the other, or be devoted to one and despise the other. You cannot serve God and mammon.”

The Pharisees, who loved money, heard all these things and sneered at him. And he said to them, “You justify yourselves in the sight of others, but God knows your hearts; for what is of human esteem is an abomination in the sight of God.”

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

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Saint Martin of Tours, Bishop

(Liturgical Colour: White: A (1))

(Readings for the memorial)

(There is a choice today between the readings for the ferial day (Saturday) and those for the memorial. The ferial readings are recommended unless pastoral reasons suggest otherwise)

First Reading Isaiah 61:1-3abcd The Lord anointed me and sent me to bring glad tidings to the lowly.

The Spirit of the Lord GOD is upon me, because the LORD has anointed me; He has sent me to bring glad tidings to the lowly, to heal the brokenhearted, To proclaim liberty to the captives and release to the prisoners, To announce a year of favor from the LORD and a day of vindication by our God, to comfort all who mourn; To place on those who mourn in Zion a diadem instead of ashes, To give them oil of gladness in place of mourning, a glorious mantle instead of a listless spirit.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm Psalm 89:2-3, 4-5, 21-22, 25 and 27