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veinsfullofstars · 2 months

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🪞 Fallen angel... who do you see staring back from the Mirror? 🪞

(ID: Kirby series fanart of Galacta Knight and my personal interpretation of his Mirror World counterpart. GK hovers above facing slightly to our left, his feathery wings spread wide, shaded in lilac and tipped with gilded wing talons, a swallow-like tail visible. He holds his shield forward in his left hand (our right) and his lance to the side in his right (our left), a single magenta eye leering at the viewer through the visor of his mask. A halo of heart spears floats and shines angelically behind his horns. Below him, M!GK hovers in the same pose but flipped horizontally and without the halo. Visually, M!GK has mostly the same features as GK, with his color palette being darker and less saturated (dusty purple body, dark gray armor, gray mask, maroon lance, rose-gold horns and weapons accents). His eyes are not visible in the shadow of his mask, but there are signs of erosion running down the metal surface in rusty orange lines, almost like tear tracks. Instead of feathery wings, M!GK has wings composed of jagged shards of pink crystal, glittering and lit from within by a luminous glow. A few pale feathers can still be seen peeking out from his back. END ID.)

Hey, so... what if... I went a little insane for a minute? What if I just... concepted a character... for the sequel... to an AU... I've told no one about... and haven't even finished writing yet? What if I then... pulled the salt shaker labeled "ANGST" out of the pantry and just... unscrewed the cap all over this poor lad? Oh, and Galacta Knight's here, too, I guess.

Sketch started 02/21/24, render started 03/01/24, finished 03/06/24.

#veins art #veins ocs #veins fanart #fanart #kirby series #kirby #galacta knight #original character #oc #kirby oc #my ocs #mirror galacta knight #<- (note that I don't claim to own the concept of M!GK itself - just this specific interpretation of him)#AU #kintsugi au #<- ('cause apparently I needed to lose my mind in yet ANOTHER au rather than finish any of the others)#I'm having Ideas(TM)#me concepting: “hmm...how could I possibly hurt him more?”#“oh easy. by taking away his wings and putting his own crystal prison in their place! :D”#me realizing I have to actually draw said wings: *suffering*#I mean I guess they came out alright in the end but *frustrated artist noises*#regular GK still gets to be the Bastard of All Time tho - at least in this version #he also can be a li'l extra and have some gold wing claws as a treat :3 #how many eons do you think it takes to cry through your own mask?#*pounds fists on table* Rose! Gold! Horns! ROSE! GOLD! HORNS!#buh okay I need to stop looking at this thing for a minute - I'm gonna conk out now see ya'll tomorrow honk shoo mimimi #swallow tailed galacta knight #<- (inspired by @starflungwaddledee)#angst tw #veinsfullofstars

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sundry-whovengerslocked · 4 months

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Snow and Dirty Rain (Merlin)

Richard Siken, "Snow and Dirty Rain" // BBC Merlin

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

the Morgana one really tickles me because not only does it have the figurative curtain over her eyes (everyone lying to her about magic) but it also has her literally lighting a curtain on fire with her eyes.

fun fact the bathwater was awful to find because when I searched for "merlin arthur bath" it kept showing the scene with assassin!merlin. and we couldn't have that with a fluffy line, now could we!

p.s. Uther is ugly especially in death. (the character, not the actor. Anthony Head seems cool.) also the dichotomy of him and Balinor is killing me.

hopefully Gaius will make it more prominently into the next one 😭 my beloved just ain't vibing with these lines. Hunith or Leon either. if not I'll find a way to get them in with another poem hopefully!

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cloud-the-forgotten · 7 months

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Imagine if Galacta Knight wasn't sealed away because he was evil/too strong. Imagine it was because he couldn't control his strength. He becomes so strong that if he isn't consciously dialing it back he could seriously hurt someone just by trying to give them a high-five.

It gets so bad that after defeating/sealing Void, he begs the Ancients to seal him away because killing one of his species is incredibly hard and dangerous to the people around them, and he doesn't want to hurt anyone. His time spent sealed away puts him in a state of consciousness and unconsciousness where he trains himself to dial back his strength.

Moments when he's taken out of his seal to fight are moments when Galactic Nova is controlling him, because the Clockwork Star knows Galacta Knight would refuse to fight if he had the decision. Unfortunately, Galacta Knight is completely conscious when this happens, and he hates how he feels both distraught because of the situation, and excitement from the thrill of the fight.

#I'm angsting him. and bringing a new idea to the table (maybe. idk if someone thought of this yet >w<)#idk if this counts as woobifying but uh. just think of this as a 'what if' scenario since I don't hc this :3 #this is just an idea that popped up in my head :3 #my wording is weird now that I look at it. oh well >w<#cloud does a ramble :3 #blorbo tag <3 #cloud's 12am thoughts #<except it's not 12am it's actually 7pm I'm just really tired #kirby #galacta knight #galactic nova #<since it's mentioned #kirby series #kirby fandom #kirby au #<technically? probably won't go any further with this idea though :3

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merthur-she-wrote · 1 year

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Prompt:

Originally it was Merlin who brought them all together, Arthur, Gwen, and the Round Table Knights. But they all moved up in the world while Merlin stayed a servant. He’s depressed and lonely but… let’s face it, Merlin would never leave them voluntarily.

So when he does leave, it’s not voluntary (but I’ll leave it up to the imagination whether anyone else knows this or not).

Regardless, without Merlin there, fractures the others never realised existed between them started to crack wider, until everything was on the cusp of collapsing.

The only thing holding them together right now is their unified goal to find Merlin and bring him home.

#prompt #merlin bbc #bbc merlin #merlin #arthur pendragon #guinevere #knights of the round table #hurt/comfort #hurt/no comfort #angst #missing merlin #rescue mission #another instance of merlin being the centre of the universe

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myself-being · 2 years

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I have a thing stuck in my head.

It's six months or so before Arthur and Gwen's wedding. A night, after a feast, Merlin and Arthur find each other and it's rough and beautiful and so like a dream that Merlin wish he would have physical proof that it all really happened.

The day after it's not a dream, though. They're still the king and his manservant, and Arthur still love and will marry Gwen no matter what other feelings he has, so they have to forget and go on, "but please Merlin, stay. I can't do it if you're not here". It's difficult and hurtful, but Merlin is nothing but stubborn and will do anything for his king.

The thing is, Merlin magic took his wish seriously and he soon discovers that he actually has the physical proof that night wasn't a dream.

He does as he can, stays until he can't hide it anymore. Then after the wedding he leaves "Just for a while, Arthur, until my mom gets better". He goes and stays with the Druids outside Camelot borders but he knows he has to return to protect the king, so when his son is born he left him with them, where he will be safe. Where his magic will not be a secret that can cost him his life.

Four years pass, everything is like always. Merlin is still by his king, proud to serve him. He watch him and his queen from afar glad for his friends happiness, but still with his heart pulled to shreads.

He goes on as if nothing ever was and when he can't keep his mask on because it's too painful, he just go away for a few days to see his son, his ray of sunshine in the darkest days.

Morgana come back in full force after years of silence. Merlin does everything he can to protect the king and kingdom like always, but the prophecy of Arthur's doom is like a boulder ready to crush him.

Everything is too much. He feel like he can't breathe, he can't sleep. He doesn't know what to do and he feels so alone in all of this mess that when The Dolma came and Arthur forget about him, it hurts too much and he decides he can't do it anymore.

He doesn't remind his king about himself.

Soon after his friends are gone, he leave a letter for Arthur, hope he can forgive him because he couldn't forget and he couldn't stay. He tried, he really did, but it was all too much so he decided to go. His majesty should go on with his life and happiness, be the greatest king the Kingdom will ever know, as Merlin is sure he'll be, and "do not worry about me, I will always be your friend, always be your servant. Just from afar this time".

Arthur is desperate. He knows it's all his fault. He was an idiot and now he lost one of the most important person in his life. But still he doesn't give up. He can't give up, because if he do he'll be torn to peaces too little to find.

With the support of his queen and the knights, he organizes search party to find their dear friend. The patrols are warned to keep an eye out for the lost manservant. Still nobody brings news.

After weeks, months, of search, is Gaius words that put a stop at it. He's polite as always when he address them in the council room, but they can sense the anger underneath the form.

They assure him they will find Merlin, but he knows they won't. Because he doesn't want to be found. They forget that he's smart enough, skilled enough, that he managed for years his training as a physician still while attending to the king as a manservant. He is a great scholar, more educated and intelligent than anyone care to acknowledge. He managed to successfully survive every difficult situation he and Arthur found themselves in for years and he knows the woods better than anyone, because he used to always go collect herbs for Gaius's tincture at day and night without any problem.

Everyone is always underestimating his boy. The thing about Merlin that nobody seems to care to notice is that he wasn't a manservant because he needed to "it was he choice. He could have done so much more, my dear boy. But he decided not to. Because that way he could have stayed by his friends, helping them, saving them".

The physician words are heavy weight in the hearts of Merlin friends, guilt and shame for not taking the time to really see the person that was always there for them. And so it came for Arthur the painful decision to respect Merlin choice and let him came back if and when he's ready. It's the least he can do, even if is too little, too late.

Life goes on and the news of Morgana seems to stop. Not progressively, not with warning of something worst ready to strike. They just stop. The council still worries, but apparently peace settles in Camelot and the kingdom flourish. Magic users doesn't attack and the sovereigns doesn't hunt them.

Still, the anti-magic laws stands, so when The Disir pass their judgement it's a surprise, but not really.

A knight life is at stake. Mordred was wound trying to save his king and now Arthur has to face a difficult decision: let magic free or leave is friend to his death.

How he wished Merlin was with him to help him find the answer.

At the end he saves the knight and do as The Disir says, but still he ask time. It's a great change to apply, and it can't be done lightly.

He pass his time between reading book on magic and consulting Geoffrey and Gaius, so he can redact the new laws. It's almost done after a few weeks, but still it's tiring, difficult and consuming, and now more than ever he wished his friend was with him. Now more than ever he feels his absence like a living thing in his chest, so when a knight came to call him for an emergency in the council room it's a welcome distraction.

He certanly didn't expet this tipe of emergency.

Gwen it's beside him when they reach the room's door and he feel her shocked gasp at the sight of the situation they're faced with.

Council members and knight are all adunated, some worried some just clearly confused with what was happening. Only Mordred seemed to be different, his amused expression settled on a tiny blond squirming figure with strangely familiar blue eyes and druids clothes currently trying to escape a knight's grasp.

The druid's furios gaze is directed to one of his older counselor with a fire that would have being in fact quite funny, if the child wasn't in iron cuffs.

The little boy, he couldn't be older than five summers, was apparently found alone, trying to sneek into the castle. The knight saw him opening a door to the kitchens with magic, and some council memebers thought he could be working for Morgana to kill the sovereign and so the king should judge him.

Arthur found the idea utterly ridicolous, and he would have said so, if he wasn't interrupted by the impertinent child voice staiting how stupit all that is and how stupid the old man that said it must be, because "my dad alway says that I'm too little to work for anyone yet and I like the king and queen, i don't want to kill them!".

Besides, as the kid inform them, nobody works for Morgana anymore and she can't harm camelot and her regents since Emrys defited her. He bounds her magic so she can't use it, and now she leaves with him and the druids helping others to repent her wrongs.

After disposing of the cuffs and an offered refreshment for the boy, king and queen gently inquired about this Emrys guy, the kid's dad as they're informed, who it seems is the most powerful sorcerer ever to walk the earth, prophesied to be the Once and future king, Arthur apparently, protector and the one that saved the kindom from the shadow time and time again from every sort of peril.

Worried wispers raises at the tale end, what will stop this person from trying to take the kindom for himself, only interrupted by the boy's joyful lauther.

Nobody needs to troubled themselfs, Emrys doen't want power or a kindom, doen't want to be a leader or a king. He just want peace and you can never achive peace with hatred and war. So he will simply continue to guard Camelot and his people and, as he always says, "he's happy to be the king's servant till the day he dies".

The words leave Arthur with such familiar and nostalgic feeling, the hurge to meet this guy so pressing, that he has to change the topic and distract himself to be able to breathe again. So they discover that the child escaped the other druids in the forest near the city, because his father always talk so fond of Camelot and its people that he was just too curious to see for himself. But now he regrets it. His father is surely worried sick, and he love him so much he really doesn't want to hurt him!

It takes two hours to calm the boy's and stop his tears, and in the end it's just because he cry himself to sleep. They left him sleep in the qeen's chambers, set on return him to his family as soon as possible.

And that's how, the day after, Arthur, Gwen and the knight of the round table find themselfs on the way to the druid's camp, with the little boy chatting theirs ears off in way so familiar that was almost conforting at the scaring prospect of meeting such a powerful sorcerer.

The tension felt almost tangible when they finally reached their destination. In a blurr of movement the kid is off Arthur's horse saddle and running into the arms of a shaking hooded figure clearly intent to find if he was harmed in any way, no matter how many time the boy said that he is ok, that his has now awesome friends that brought him back home safely.

Nobody in the king's party dared to move, watching the scene before them from the open of the clearing where the camp was as minutes pass.

All the camp's occupant came to see what was happening, it seems. Even Morgana.

It was her frightened expressin that snapped Arthur out of his daze enought to hear the well known voice that was frantically wispering to the young boy and, for a moment, he tought himself mad.

He recognize that voice. Gods, he could recognize that voice anywhere, it's the same voice stuck in his head. The one he always hear in his dream and long to listen to in his everyday life once more. The voice he tought for sure he would never get to hear again. But it's simply not possible.

It's not possible because it's clear that the hooded figure it's Emrys, the sorcerer, the boy's father. He could never be...

He could never be...

Arthur's beathe stuck in his lungs, a weight on his chest that almost chokes him. A step foward, than another. He can feel his heartbeat increase as if he was running for his life, a hand raised to touch the figures. To assure himself he was real or to shook him for his idiocy, he's not sure.

He doesn't stop himself until he's in front of Emrys.

He swear he could hear the heavy breating of his friends behind him in the stillness of the clearing, silence around them like nature itself wanted them to have this moment, a knot tying his tongue as his gaze encounters a pair of beautiful blue eyes that he tought he lost forever.

All at once all the sound and sesation surrounding them came back to the king, like the stillness was just an illusion real only in his own head, and maybe it was. As his breathe leave his chest all at once, the longing in him is finally satisfied just by the one name on his lips.

Merlin.

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mobycotton · 10 months

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Merlin - scars (a fic idea i have idk if someone else has already done this)

Merlin has… a lot of scars. Not just wounds from battles with magical creatures and whatever adversary has decided to make an attempt for Arthur’s life that week, but also scars from his childhood in Ealdor, and strange marks on his skin that not even he can remember the origins of.

He hides most of these under his clothes, the neck-kerchief being the most useful in covering up the remnants of a spring day’s play that became a little too rough when he was a boy. When he rolls up his sleeves he is reminded of the time when he picked up a pot from the fire that was heavier than he expected, and the boiling water spilled over his fore-arms. Gaius’ salves had helped with the pain but could only do so much for the scarring. His hips and back were similarly riddled with marks of diverse colours, shapes and textures that he was spared the sight of.

He very quickly learned that they could be covered up more effectively. One hot day when the neck-kerchief and long sleeves became too oppressive to bear, he found a spell that could give his skin the appearance of being unmarked. He tried it, and for the first time in years looked in a full-length mirror. It was as if he was new. He felt incredibly… clean. From that day on he cast the spell every day, and every morning he awoke to find, somewhat disappointed, that it had worn off overnight.

With every battle, every attack, and every scrape with death, the hidden tapestry of his skin gained a new secret. Soon he started to forget, with some relief, what the scars really looked like, and he had never been happier. He carried himself with more confidence among the men who wore their scars like medals on their arms and chests in training, but they were warriors. It was only fitting that they show off. Merlin was, after all, just a servant. There was no reason for him to have the markings that he did, and Arthur had made that very clear with the first one. Or, the first one he saw.

“Your first battle wound!” He had smiled as he said it, but the meaning was there for all to see. It was a joke. His first, and supposedly his last. An exception, an accident, barely a battle wound at all. Arthur didn’t say anything when he saw the space on his arm, fully healed, one day in the armoury. All had gone back to how it was meant to be, skin-deep.

Merlin was hurt. Bad.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. He wasn’t supposed to be there - he was meant to stay behind them. Gods knew he’d come out of nowhere, jumped in front them and taken the full force of the blow from an enemy mace as it swung its intent toward the Knights. There was no way to tell who it was aiming for, but it met its mark on Merlin’s shoulder, inches above his heart.

When they got to him after the marauders were dealt with, he was barely breathing, and bleeding heavily, turning his blue tunic black. Why the hell wasn’t he in armour?

They had gotten back to Camelot by nightfall, with Merlin in crude bandages they had desperately crafted that had failed to stop the bleeding. His heart was weak already, it was barely beating, and as much as they comforted themselves with the knowledge that “men have walked off worse” none of them could deny the blue tinge on his lips as Merlin disappeared behind Gaius’ door. They were told to leave, to go to sleep and take care of their own wounds. But none of them did.

The night came and went and the light of the fire under Gaius’ door never dimmed and neither did the sounds behind it. The sun rose and people began to fill the square, occupied by whatever lives they were living. But still the Knights were waiting, wide-eyed, for news.

At last, Gaius shuffled to his door and was alarmed to see them all standing there still.

“He’ll be fine,” he said, and a collective sigh passed over them, exposing the real fatigue they had all fought against the whole night.

Gwaine didn’t ask before breezing past Gaius. The rest of them followed close behind, but didn’t move further than a few steps when the image they saw - Merlin, unconscious, laid before the fire in nothing but his trousers - was not the same Merlin they thought they knew.

When the blood had all been cleaned off, the wound bandaged and dressed, the white of the bandages served only to contrast the rich pink of the old scars. How could they have overlooked the patchwork of burns and tears that stretched from his hips up to his neck. There were even marks on his face, which all of them elt they were seeing for the first time.

But every scar, when they laid eyes on it, was another memory they had all collectively forgotten. Every scratch the memory of a beast, mysteriously made vulnerable at the right moment, the very moment Merlin appeared on the battle-field. Every burn was the mark of a forgotten mercenary, who had arrived in the morning and disappeared in the night, when conveniently Merlin was said to be too busy to join them on patrol.

And then, for the first time, only through the pain he has endured, they all realise just how much Merlin had sacrificed for them all.

#Merlin #merlin fanfic #merlin fic #Merlin angst #arthur pendragon #knights of camelot #knights of the round table #bbc merlin #mobyswips #angst #scars

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elianas-cozycorner · 1 year

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Hello, everyone!

As the poll is concluding soon over, I will go ahead and make my final decisions. With there being a close race, I will be combining two of the plotlines: Merlin is forced to reveal his magic & The knights see Merlin's scars.

There was also an equal split between the runner ups, so I will be writing a secondary, separate piece with: Merlin willingly reveals his magic & "Magic is legal now, I have it too".

Normally, I would do ~1 week of research for my work, including rewatching episodes, but I have been fortunate to have a "Medieval History on Film" in my uni curriculum this semester.

I will review some Arthurian myths and works, reference my copy of Le Morte d'Arthur, and then begin writing!

Thank you for the good luck wishes, @hakka84!

#bbc merlin #merlin x arthur #fanfic #fanfiction #angst #merlin 2008 #merlin #knights of camelot #knights #knights of the round table #hurt/comfort

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hopepetal · 7 months

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Boagem,,,,

Hi Bee applestruda I totally agree

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Autumn came, and with it came a pleasant chill in the air and large, fluffy clouds carried by a lazy breeze. Leaves turning to fiery colours fell from the trees to the ground, adding a delightful crunch to the ambient sounds of travel. Five pairs of feet walked over the leafy path, one in particular stopping by a stand-out patch of purple-blue. Scarred hands gently plucked one of the late blooming lilacs, a grin lighting up dark green eyes as they examined the flower.

“Scar!” Impulse's voice, cheerful and hearty, called out. “You comin', man?”

Scar straightened up, eyes blowing wide open at how far away the others had gotten while he was picking flowers. “Hey! Guys, wait up!” He jogged up to the group before settling back into a casual pace. “I can't believe you were just gonna leave me like that!” he jokingly complained.

“We still can!” Grian chirped, “it's not too late!”

Scar stuck his tongue out at Grian, who made a face back. Scar huffed playfully at that, crossing his arms. “Well, if you're gonna be like that, I'm not gonna give you these flowers!” he teased, watching Grian's eyes widen.

“Give me those!” Grian squawked, trying to grab them from Scar's hand. Unfortunately for him, he was short and Scar was not, so the taller man simply held them above his head.

“Say pleeeease~!” Scar sang out, letting out his little breathy chuckle, a bouncy sound just as signature as his crooked smile.

Grian crossed his arms, glaring playfully up at Scar. “May I please have the flowers, Scar?” he asked, and Scar gracefully nodded.

“Here you are, my good man!” Scar exclaimed, handing the flowers to Grian with a flourish. Grian snatched the flowers and took a moment to admire them before tucking them behind his ear, nestling them carefully against the feathers of his ear wings.

Mumbo laughed, looking Grian up and down. “Looking great, G. Really adds some colour to your outfit,” he teased, and Grian smacked him with a wing.

Pearl turned around, already laughing. “Alright ladies, break it up. If we want to get these apples before fall is over, we gotta pick up the pace and stop it with the infighting.”

“I'm not going to listen to you!” Grian quipped, and Pearl picked an apple off the tree and threw it at his head. He dodged, of course, but she made her point well enough. “Okay, Pearl, void! No need to be so violent! Absolutely crazy, that woman,” he muttered playfully to Mumbo and Scar.

They made their way through the rows of apple trees before deciding on one. Pearl handed Impulse her bag before carefully climbing up into the tree, going higher and higher until she had practically disappeared into the leaves. “The best ones are at the top!” she called, upon hearing Impulse's confusion. “Right, Impy– catch!”

Impulse yelped as Pearl threw an apple down to him, just barely managing to catch it before placing it in the bag. “I don't know how I feel about being the catcher!” he called up to Pearl, “I feel like this is just an excuse to try and hit me in the face with apples!”

Pearl cackled, giving him no real answer as she threw another apple down for him to catch.

Meanwhile, Grian had decided to try and hop up onto Scar's shoulders in order to get the apples that were higher up. Of course, in his classic Grian style, he hadn't informed Scar of that decision beforehand, leading to the two almost falling over. Mumbo laughed at them as he picked his own apples by hand.

Impulse did, in fact, get hit in the face with an apple. Only once, though. Grian and Scar ended up eating more apples than they put in their bags. Mumbo's head sprout accidentally grew an apple that Scar dared Grian to take a bite out of, much to Mumbo's horror.

They ran into Tango and Jimmy on the tail end of their apple picking adventure, and of course Grian tried stealing an apple from Jimmy.

“Don't you dare!” Jimmy snapped, smacking Grian's hand away. “Tango worked so hard to get these for us!”

Tango squeaked, his tail flicking back and forth. “Hey man, I was just– I was just doin' my job, y'know? Climbing trees is fun, too. I don't do it often.”

Pearl gestured at Tango, looking at Impulse. “See? He gets me!”

Impulse rubbed the sore spot on his forehead where he had been beaned with an apple. “Yeah, well, Tango isn't dropping apples on Jimmy's face!”

Pearl snickered, her wings fluttering slightly. “That was an accident, Impulse!” she exclaimed, though the tone of her voice made it very clear that it had been on purpose. “And! And, I apologized!”

Impulse grinned. “Well, you're not forgiven.”

Tango sucked in a dramatic breath through his teeth. “Ooooh, that's rough. Impulse over here holds a grudge like no one else, y'know. He never forgets.”

“I'm still mad from the time you set my pants on fire,” Impulse grumbled.

“That was ten years ago–!”

Jimmy grabbed Tango's arm. “You did what?!”

“Ten years ago!” Tango yelped, and the whole group devolved into cackling laughter.

They said their goodbyes and went to go pay for their apples, and by popular demand, bought some fresh cider donuts as well. The group sat at one of the tables outside, happily munching away at their donuts and chatting about their most recent adventures.

It was a wonderful fall day. The first of many yet to come.

#answered ask #knights of the angst table #my writing #boatem #pearlescentmoon #grian #impulsesv #mumbo jumbo #gtws #also ranchers show up

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shyrule · 1 year

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I hereby declare that us Warriors Angst and Hurt/Comfort-ers shall be known as the Knights of the Angst Table

#lu wars you are not safe <3 #lu wars #lu warriors #Knights of the Angst Table

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just-neckerchief-things · 7 months

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Arthur held Merlin in the aftermath of the battle of Camlan.

His idiot manservant had appeared out of nowhere and taken a blow meant for the king. A killing blow.

Merlin had been slain by Mordred, and in turn Mordred had been slain by Arthur.

“I did it…. I actually did it” Merlin whispered.

Arthur’s brows knit together in confusion. Merlin had sounded almost… happy?

With a closer look, he saw his friend wasn’t grimacing with pain, instead he was smiling the widest he had ever seen.

With that, Merlin gave a hearty sigh, and closed his eyes for the last time. He had conquered fate itself, and now he could finally rest.

#merlin #bbc merlin #arthur #merlinmemes #incorrectmerlinquotes #merthur #knights of the round table #emrys #morgana #merlin angst

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that-nerd-who-writes-fanfiction · 1 month

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I’m back on this bullshit again. I could write essays about this song and different BBC Merlin characters.

But to save a long ass, word count of 20k, rant and character analysis for each character in the show, specifically in relation to Hozier’s music, here’s what lyrics I’d give to each character and who I think they’d say it to or about with little to no explanation.

(I’ll elaborate if asked, a few of these have other characters they could be about, these are just my personal favourites.)

Lancelot or Elyan about Gwen depending if you take it as romantic or platonic - You know the distance never made a difference to me

Merlin about Arthur - I swam a lake of fire, I'd have walked across the floor of any sea //Ignored the vastness between all that can be seen // And all that we believe

Arthur about Merlin - So I thought you were like an angel to me

Lancelot about Merlin - Funny how true colours shine in darkness and in secrecy

Gwen about Morgana - If there were scarlet flags // They washed out in the mind of me

Merlin about S2/3 Morgana - Where a blinding light shone on you every night // And either side of my sleep

Merlin about Arthur - Where you were held frozen like an angel to me

Morgana - It ain't the being alone Sha-la-la // It ain't the empty home, baby Sha-la-la // You know I'm good on my own Sha-la-la

Arthur to Merlin - Sha-la-la, baby, you know it's more the being unknown // So much of the living, love, is the being unknown

Merlin to Arthur in the finale - You called me angel for the first time, my heart leapt from me

Arthur about Merlin in the finale - You smile now, I can see its pieces still stuck in your teeth

Gwen about Arthur in the finale - And what's left of it, I listen to it tick

Gwen about Merlin in the finale - Every tedious beat going unknown as any angel to me

Arthur about Morgana and Merlin - Do you know, I could break beneath the weight // Of the goodness, love, I still carry for you?

Merlin about Arthur - That I'd walk so far just to take // The injury of finally knowing you

Future Merlin - It ain't the being alone Sha-la-la // It ain't the empty home, baby Sha-la-la // You know I'm good on my own Sha-la-la

Merlin to Arthur - Sha-la-la, baby You know it's more the being unknown // And there are some people, love, who are better unknown

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❗ANGST❗

'Would they even notice if I just left?' Merlin asks himself, fearing that he already knows the answer.

It was bound to happen, bit by bit they stopped talking, only speaking when they had to work. They only saw each other when they had to work.

To be more specific, it was only Merlin who didn't speak or see them unless it's for work.

Merlin knew this would happen, they would continue on with Merlin. Heading head-first into the bright future ahead of them, while Merlin will stay in the shadows that grow darker everyday.

He knew this would happen, but it still hurt.

It hurt not understanding the new jabs and jokes. It hurt seeing them hanging out without him. It hurt walking past them and not hearing a tired or happy hello.

Merlin looked around his frien-...

The knights. Merlin looked around the knights.

Gwaine was telling a story, a new one.

Merlin perked up.

"We were all there, we saw what happened!" Elyan groaned.

Merlin sank back down. He wasn't. He didn't know.

This went on for four minutes, Gwaine trying to tell a story, that was new to Merlin, only to be shut down. Until Merlin stood up and walked away. No goodbye, no noise to notify the others that he was leaving, nothing.

He just got up and left. Right after paying for his own drinks, which were only water.

When he reached the castle he went straight to his and Gaius's chambers.

He didn't want to be alone.

Merlin opened the heavy, wooden door and shut it gently.

Gaius, having heard the door, pocked his head out of a corner. When he saw Merlin's face he knew what happened.

Gaius walked to the table and sat down on the bench, opening his arm. His face looked sad, his aura was comforting and his eyes were trying to hide his anger.

Merlin walked over, sat down and leaned into the hug. Basically turning into puddy.

One of Gaius's hands rubbed circles on his back and the other held him.

Merlin's eyes began to sting. It didn't take a while for Merlin to start crying. He didn't make a sound, except the small hicks and raspy breaths.

There Merlin stayed for hours, crying into Gaius, at some point he hugged back, but he couldn't remember when.

When it was definitely something past midnight, Merlin thanked Gaius and went to bed.

Gaius went to bed a couple minutes later, after figuring out what he will do tomorrow regarding the knights.

Let's just say, no one hurts his nephew and gets away with it scot free, even if they are the king...

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