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Tumblr please stop fucking with my explore page there was never anything wrong with it PLEASE put my followed tags back at the top where i can see them i don’t need to be immediately greeted with what’s trending. i loved the suspense of scrolling down to see the number 1 because my life is boring and that was as exciting as it got please your website and your app are completely fine the way you designed them stop changing them whenever you get bloody bored or at least tell the apprentice to stop clicking fucking buttons when noones looking i beg of you

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excuse the dreadful quality but WHAT THE FUUUUCK

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oh hey pookie how are you ☺️☺️☺️☺️

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whoever first came up with Arthur calling Merlin a ‘minx’ i don’t know what corrupted you to do that but i love you and i’ve very much stolen it for my fic that was only meant to be 2-4k but is now 12k and for some reason it now includes a strange amount of sexual tension and smut that was never even considered in the first few drafts…

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Question time: If they remade Merlin with Merlin as a 16 year old and Arthur as an 18 year old and everything is exactly the same but also completely different….

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genuinely don’t even know how to feel knowing that if i’d have been the slightest bit more adamant today i would’ve walked me and my mate straight into it

we were literally one street over and it was rammed and i thought maybe if we could make it out and get to water street we would’ve been able to see better but she was insistent on staying but if i’d have said ‘nah we’ll be fine’ one more time i would have walked us both straight up the road where some man ploughed his car straight into the crowd

we heard it from the strand and thought it was people getting rowdy, we heard the sirens and thought we should leave before things kick off and we thought the air ambulance was just for precaution

I’m so glad that people are doing okay after it and i’m so sorry to any one who witnessed anything or was hurt by today’s events but from my flat i can hear people screaming you’ll never walk alone and i’ve never been more proud of a place i wasn’t born ❤️

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Horrible headcannon i just thought of and honestly im becoming quite scared of myself and please mind any mistakes i may or may not a wee bit pissed

(TW: implications of a suicide attempt)

Merlin isn’t good at healing magic, something we all agree on because it’s funny and horrifically angsty when the time comes but imagine this;

He is no good at healing magic but when it comes to broken bones he can diagnose them and reset them easily, like breathing. Like it’s absolutely nothing, no trouble at all

He can’t heal a paper cut or puncture from the razor thin splinter but broken arms? broken wrists? legs? even noses. he can whisper a spell, barely even think it in silence and the broken appendage snaps back into place

Why?

only because when he was younger there were so many people who found him weird. a terror. a horror. a nuisance. a plague upon their lives. so much so that whenever they would approach him, whenever his bones would snap and the bruises would bloom he could hide behind the closest tree, the closest hut and shove his broken arm back into place, push his broken nose back to its original state

Then there’s the time where he lay, gasping on the floor in the forest, alone and crying, screaming but no noises could escape past the breathless agony that escaped him.

He waddles, limping with an aggravated wince back to his mother that night and she asked if he was quite alright and he nods, wincing about a tree root he tripled over on his way back to the village and pulled his back but as he lays down for the night he recalls the minutes, hours he lay there, alone, hoping his heart would give out and his eyes would still in his head. praying that the stories of a broken back being fatal were true and his mother would believe he had simply fallen from the tree.

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yo so my funny little magic reveal fic with Gwaine and Elyan being idiots, Percival being a golden retriever, Arthur being a prat and Leon being long suffering is now well over 10k, hugely angsty and nowhere near the original plot line?!?!?!?!

idk how i do this shit honestly

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i’ve been watching 9-1-1 since 2019 and A LOT has happened in my life since then but nothing will ever be more pivotal that what happens tonight at 1am.

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keep going to finish my magic reveal fic but instead i keep adding 2k words and then going to bed send help the cycle is relentless

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Please sir, take some dodgy half draft thing i wrote a few days ago whilst very drunk and very tired after my brain short circuited halfway through writing a piece of dialogue and this is what i wrote for some reason?????

This is the wip from the prompt/fic idea i posted last week that somehow went from funny and wholesome to incredibly depressing and kinda gay? idk man it just comes to me

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“He’s fine. He’s strangely protective of you” Merlin cringes. He doesn't need protection from Gwaine, or Arthur for that matter, though he thinks knowing it's there wouldn’t be too terrible.“Don't pull that face. I'm glad you had someone, at least.” Merlin sees the way Arthur holds the rest of his words on his tongue, even if it wasn’t me. 

“I didn’t tell Gwaine. Or Percy for that matter.” 

“I know.”

“Do you?” 

“I know that even you’re not dumb enough to tell any of those two before telling me.” 

“Lancelot knew.” *Theres an awkward silence and merlin thinks hes fucked it but then Arthur nods with a smile. 

“I’m glad you had him too. If anyone was deserving of knowing all of you. It was him.” Fucking gaybo.

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genuine question because i need to know for my own peace of mind when im finishing off my new merlin wip

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how am i so incapable of writing something happy?

Tried to turn my funny little fic prompt into an actual fic but instead of it being funny Percival thinks Gwaine hates him, Leon is praying for some reason, Arthur threatens unspecified acts of violence, Merlin is having an earth shattering panic attack the entire time and Elyan is the only one not on the verge of a mental breakdown

the writers couldn’t let these bastards feel joy and neither can i apparently

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My absolute favourite trope in Merlin fanfic is when they all find out about Merlin’s magic and Arthur is brooding or feigning annoyance but truly doesn’t care, Elyan and Gwaine are asking so many questions because they’re so intrigued and need to know absolutely everything and somehow aren’t surprised in the slightest, Leon is weary but slowly indulges in the conversation, eyeing Arthur every so often because he’s nervous to display such behaviours about magic in front of his King but he still knows Arthur would never touch Merlin even if he was afraid and Percival is just so confused because he thought everyone already knew and just refused to speak about it

Merlin: It’s not that big of a deal. we don’t have to speak about it.

Elyan: Oh, no we absolutely do!

Gwaine: Yeah, c’mon Merlin, show us something cool, like money falling from the sky, or a pint in my hand, right now, come on.

Elyan: Can you really do that?

Merlin: *Sarcastically* If it’ll get Gwaine to shut up.

Arthur: Oh, so you can pour Gwaine a pint in the middle of the woods but you can’t clean my chambers?

It goes silent for a few moments, Merlin wonders if now is the right time for a joke but Arthur’s brow is furrowed and through the light of the fire he can see the firm press of lips on his face, he decides now is not the time. Gwaine rolls his eyes from across the flame before them.

Gwaine: He’s just saved all our arses, can you be grateful for two minutes?

Leon: Gwaine-

Merlin: He has every right to be upset-

Arthur: Do not address me as if i’m not even here, you owe me that at least.

There’s a tense silence as Merlin’s hand stills where it pokes at the fire with a stick, Leon eyes the King cautiously and Percival fiddles, wide eyed, with the frayed edges of his tunic. Merlin sighs and focuses again on the fire, it’s the only heat he can find.

Gwaine: What kind of things can you do?

Merlin is hesitant to answer but Elyan looks at him expectantly and even Leon has turned his attention to him now, seemingly awaiting either an answer from the servant or an order from his King.

Merlin: I- I can do small things like move stuff around, tell a broom to sweep or a rag to clean.

He thinks that’s enough but by the excited look in Gwaine and Elyan’s eyes it isn’t.

Merlin: I can light fires, fell trees, sense a nearby threat, anything… really.

Gwaine: That’s so cool

Arthur: So you could’ve been useful this entire time and you chose not to be.

There’s another lull as Arthur picks apart leaves and tosses them into the fire but as Leon speaks up even Arthur turns his gaze.

Leon: How long have you been able to do all this?

It’s hardly an innocent question but Leon’s tone is honest and Merlin cannot feel cornered by his words.

Merlin: Since birth.

Arthur: Lies.

Elyan: Is that possible?

Gwaine: What?

Leon: Is that all you can do? Move things? Will them to your command?

Now that question is loaded even if Leon means no ill will. Merlin swallows, he nods.

Merlin: Yes

Leon: What else can you command?

Merlin: The seas

Arthur: A mermaid are you, now?

Merlin: The trees and the ground.

Arthur: A nymph perhaps?

Merlin: The skies

Arthur: Now you’re just being absurd-

Merlin: Lighting.

Merlin cuts in quickly. He was never proud of it, bringing the bolt down so harshly and eradicating the sorceress to nothing but a pile of smouldering ash but Arthur will find out one way or another. Banishment or pyre he will make sure Arthur hears of his crimes before he goes.

Merlin: Nimue. I killed her. A bolt straight through her body. There was nothing left.

The group maintains their silence for a few moments and Arthur finally turns to look at Merlin for the first time since they’d stopped to make camp

Arthur: Prove it.

Merlin: Sire-

Arthur: Don’t call me that and prove it.

Merlin: Why? Hoping i’ll mess it all up and strike myself down? Save you the trouble of building the pyre?

Arthur: If I wanted you dead you wouldn’t be speaking so stop moping, get off your arse and prove. It.

Merlin doesn’t need to get up because the second Arthur stops talking Merlin’s eyes are sparking gold and the sky erupts in a violent flash of colour. tendrils of brilliant white crack the darkness apart, coating the forest in a momentary burst of day before the light fades and in its wake leaves behind the fading outline of the Pendragon crest in the forks of dying white.

The group remains still, staring upwards at the now pitch black sky before Elyan is laughing out loud and Gwaine is excitedly smacking Leon beside him.

Gwaine: Oh my god, we could do so much. We could strike Lord Harold down and he wouldn’t even know what hit him-

Arthur: shut up, Gwaine

Arthur is still staring at the sky and Leon speaks from beside him.

Leon: Forgive me for asking, ignore me next time

The Knight is almost blushing in his place and Merlin manages a small huff of laughter at that before he resumes poking at the fire but his moment of silence is inturpeted

Arthur: Sir Percival, you’ve been unusually quiet. Please, what are your opinions on all of this.

Arthur seems pissed off, but not in an angry way, more of an i’ve been outvoted and i’m not happy about it way. Percival shrugs, picking away at the skin of nails like he has no idea what this conversation could possibly be about.

Arthur: Percival?

Percy: Mhh hmm.

Arthur raises an eyebrow. Percival stares back at him.

Percy: Yes, Sire?

Arthur: Don’t play dumb with me.

Percy: I don’t know what you mean, sire.

There’s a moment , a beat, barely a second.

Gwaine: You knew?!?!!!?!???!?

Elyan: You sly bastard!

Leon: oh lord-

Percy: I didn’t, I swear-

Arthur: Percival-

Merlin: How-

Percy: I THOUGHT WE ALL KNEW-

Gwaine: WHY WOULD YOU THINK THAT-

Elyan: HOW WOULD WE HAVE KNOWN-

Leon: Kill me.

Percy: IT WAS SO OBVIOUS-

Merlin: HANG ON-

GWAINE: WHY WOULD’NT YOU TELL ME?

Elyan: Gwen’s going to be so pissed off she missed this

Gwaine: I THOUGHT WE WE’RE FRIENDS-

Merlin: HOW WAS IT OBVIOUS-

Percy: WE ARE, I JUST THOUGHT WE WEREN’T ALLOWED TO TALK ABOUT IT

Leon: please lord,

ELYAN: WHY WOULD’NT WE BE ALLOWED TO- Oh, no, wait, yeah got it, continue.

Percy: I THOUGHT YOU WERE ALL AWARE AND JUST NEVER MENTIONED IT CAUSE IT WAS SUCH A CASUAL THING THATS WHY I WOULD ALWAYS GIVE YOU A CLAP ON THE BACK AFTER AN AMBUSH OR-

Merlin: I THOUGH IT WAS CAUSE I DIDN’T DIE

Leon: Finish me off

Percy: YEAH, CAUSE YOU SAVED US. WITH MAGIC

Leon: I beg of you

ELyan: Holy shit-

Gwaine: Have we really been that blind?

Percival shrugs and Merlin still looks at him like he’s just betrayed his entire blood line.

Leon: Please, it would be the kind thing to do

Elyan: What?

Leon: What?

Gwaine: Did you tell him?

Merlin: Why would i tell him?

Percy: ouch.

Arthur: Percival.

Everyone pauses, Leon stops praying to a deity he does not believe in and Merlin stops looking so offended but Gwaine and Elyan still hold that child like wonder in their eyes.

Arthur: I’m not entirely sure what to threaten you with right now but I will think of something and trust me you’re going to wish you were never born.

Gwaine: Fair do’s, that

Percy: So Merlin gets away scot free but not me?

Merlin: OI-

Arthur: Oh, i’m not even started with you.

Gwaine: Oh, c’mon princess, don’t act like you didn’t have even the slightest hunch.

Arthur’s head spins at a pace that’s frankly alarming to look over at Gwaine. He narrow his eyes like he was lining up his next arrow for loosening. There’s another beat before Gwaine’s eyes widen

Gwaine: OH MY GOD YOU DID-

Then Arthur is launching forward, over the fire and it takes the four others an hour to get Arthur to release the impossible grip he has on Gwaine’s hair and another two to get Gwaine to apologise for the black eye now blooming on the King’s face.

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Merlin, after fixing yet another love enchantment attempt: Why did the potion work on everyone, but Leon?

Gaius: Well, love potions can be tricky. If a persons heart is already completely in love with and wholly devoted to someone, the effect might not take hold

Arthur: But Leon isn’t courting anyone?

Merlin: I wonder who his true love is

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Leon, alone in his bedroom: Man, I love The Knights code

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Fuck it, cursed merlin wip snippet but ignore any mistakes cause i’m drunk and i dunno if the skim i did was good enough lemme know what you think and ill post another snippet tomorrow whilst i finish it and proof read 👀

Arthur returns to sipping on his wine, but this time with a skeptical look on his face that has Merlin rolling his eyes before Arthur even has the chance to speak.

“You never did tell me why you were streaked with mud earlier.”

“I wasn’t streaked with anything, thank you. It was one, small smudge.”

“You promised, Merlin.” And Arthur is right. Merlin did promise. He barely managed to get the words out but he did indeed promise Arthur that he would stop being so alone in his battles so Merlin sighs and rubs a tired hand over his eyes before he gulps down the rest of his wine. 

“Well, that reaction fills me with joy.” Arthur mumbles sarcastically as he refills the servants cup. 

“Yeah,” he mumbles. “Reports of a rogue sorceress, out in the woods.” Merlin fiddles with the sleeve of his jacket, he still isn't quite used to recounting these tales, but Arthur listens and the pressure eases slightly. “We may have crossed paths, exchanged words.” 

“And how did that happen?” Arthur looks at him like he’s disappointed and for some reason it hurts more than the sting in his belly. 

“I didn’t go looking for her. I just-” 

“-You went looking for her.” 

“Alright, yes, fine. Fucking hell.” Arthur snorts again and Merlin tries to hold in a laugh. “Shut up, I’m still- I’m not quite used to sharing… my burdens as you so called them. I went looking, she appeared, and we exchanged words.” 

“And by exchanged words you mean you fought and she kicked your arse all the way back to Camelot?” It’s Merlin’s turn to let out an affronted sound and Arthur mocks him from his place at the head of the table. 

“She did not. It was merely a tree she kicked my arse into.” Arthur nearly chokes as Merlin speaks and Merlin puts his head in his palm. 

“A tree!” Arthur sounds truly concerned but Merlin only has the energy to pinch the bridge between his eyes. 

“I’ve been launched into worse things than a tree, Arthur.” He’s serious now. The concern and worry was exactly why he doesn’t share his excursions with Camelot's latest threat and as sweet as he finds the King’s worry he doesn’t need to be made to feel like a child. 

“Like what? A building?” 

“This job.” Merlin mutters into his hand and he practically feels Arthur’s disgruntled sigh on his neck.

“Shut up, Merlin.” He doesn’t even go to respond this time, instead he goes to drop his wrist onto the armrest of the chair but as his wrist flops onto the wood the burn in his belly sparks to life and Merlin jerks in his spot. 

“You really should see Gauis, Merlin.” Every ounce of annoyance has melted from Arthur’s tone and Merlin is met with genuine concern as he tries to press away the pain. He pries open his scrunched eyes to see Arthur staring at him like a kicked puppy in expensive clothes and Merlin breathes out slowly as the pain subsides. 

“I will, if it’s still bad tomorrow. I will.” He won’t.

“Good.” They sit in a contemptuous silence with only the dying crackle of fire behind them and Merlin suddenly yearns to close his eyes and drift off to a fitful sleep and Arthur must notice the sudden droop of his eyelids because then the King is standing and placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. 

“I can dress myself for bed, Merlin. You should-” 

“-Yes. Yes, I should let you sleep.”  Merlin stands quickly, the effects of the wine sending the room into a gentle spin but he slips from his place at the table and tucks in his chair, stacking the empty plates in his hand. He chokes down the rest of the wine that laces his cup and then he’s turning towards the door. 

“Goodnight, Sire.” Merlin unlatches the door and even the soft scratch of the metal manages to add to the ache in his head but he turns towards the King who still watches him from where he remains at the table. 

“Goodnight, idiot.” Arthur rolls his eyes and Merlin laughs as he pulls the doors closed behind him

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might drop a snippet of my cursed merlin wip tonight to persuade me to finish it…. 👀👀👀