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manhandling your manservant

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Some morgwen

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Female rage personafied. Morgana pendragon

Art by me.

(I post more art on tiktok @akranen_ )

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

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We all know the picture. Well i drew it so there u go.

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A re-draw i did of merlin

(The older one is from may)

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Some might say he didn’t take the news well

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My oc. Who has no lore yet. But ive been thinking abt it sooooo we shall see.

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i am not a poet

i am just a sad girl that writes

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As is men’s heart, so is the world.

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You think yourself unable to be cruel.

But it doesn’t equate to you being kind.

You are the heinous middle ground.

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All the poets blame the heart, and say it feels.

Even i am guilty of this lie.

But my heart is a muscle, and nothing more.

It pumps stale blood through my veins, its beating like a herd of horses trampling me.

But it is unfair to blame such a simple muscle for breaking.

When it is the brain that cries, that judges, that aches.

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My childhood rests in the games i just to play.

In the playgrounds that have been demolished.

In the toys and old schoolbooks carefully stored in boxes.

My childhood rests, all the bad and good together collecting dust in the cracks of my heart.

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When you find the beauty in the things that terrify, they’ll become a lot less frightening.

The view that sits below the mountains peak.

The glossy eyes of the spider on the wall.

The methodical song of thunder.

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I find a sense of sadness in everything that is, and everything that has been.

Perhaps its is my fatal flaw, That even now i look at the flies in their trap and share their sorrow.

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The ire is easily evoked.

The eyes turn hard by lighting strike.

The words are spoken harsh in a moments notice.

The apology is spoken by dawn.

Her ire is calmed by nightfall.

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Why do people seek the sunset, if not because its the promise of the sunrise the following day?