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Wizard Installer🧙✨

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so from my perspective tumblr is just for merlin and his immortal fandom

all the other stuff is just for decoration

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shhh. don't wake them up.♥️

they both sleep on their left sides. which one is the big spoon?

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I keep seeing stuff about AI... and I thought I should throw it out there that nothing you see from me will ever be written by, inspired by, outlined by, edited by, etc etc, AI.

All writing on this blog is entirely made by me, sometimes inspired by conversations with other humans and/or prompts from them. I also will never knowingly reblog any AI art or writing. If I have accidentally done that, please feel free to let me know.

(Literally not one person has actually asked me about this, but I want to talk about it and I'm in charge here theoretically.)

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Leon trying to get Merlin out and succeeding(at last!)

Merlin complaining

Cafe

The inspiration meme

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After Camlaan Arthur is back to Camelot, but not quite...

Or, Arthur from the future is trying to make everything right this time with some help (probably from the Triple Goddess and later from Merlin) and pretending to be oblivious to Merlin's magic and protecting him

(to be continued...)

(it was funnier in sketch i swear)

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my first offering to the merlin fandom, good god i'm so obsessed. look at what i've done to my boy.

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Caring

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excalibur :)

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The magic flowed through him, warm and sweet like honey, and for a moment Arthur wondered if he was feeling the effect of the spell or just of the casting. Was this what it was like, for him? Did using magic always feel like this? If it did, he could understand why people seemed so hell-bent on practicing it, even with the risks. Arthur felt comfortable, warm, and maybe slightly drunk, in the way one was after the first warm meal and pint of ale upon returning from a long winter patrol; he didn’t feel impaired, just… relaxed.

Look at the flagstones, the suggestion drifted across his mind, and Arthur frowned. Why on earth would he do that?

Do it it came harder now, a push against his mind, but still he didn’t find the compulsion to obey. He looked up at Merlin and was surprised to see sweat on his brow, his eyes were brilliantly gold. “Are you doing that?” He asked, nonplussed, “Why would I want to look at the floor?”

His father’s voice was loud, “How do we know you are not simply making the impression of effort?”

Merlin simply glanced towards one of the guards. Arthur felt the rush as the tide of power shifted, and no sooner had it left him than the man was falling to his knees, eyes wide and awestruck as he placed both hands on the floor. “It’s beautiful!” He cried, eyes glassy, “Look at the stones! They’re shining! It’s amazing!”

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“I knew you’d be moping.” Arthur kicked the door closed, shrugging off his long red cape and unbuckling his swordbelt. “It wasn’t that bad.” 

“It wasn’t bad at all,” Merlin agreed, but he shook his head. “Because you were there.” 

Arthur poured himself some of the watered wine someone had set out on the table, took a testing sip, “should I have let them treat you that way? We are linked together now, anyone who wants to see my position in court weakened knows they can go through you. I can’t let that go unanswered.” When Merlin didn’t respond, the prince sighed, “I can’t believe the Grove doesn’t have politics. You must understand how these things work.” 

Merlin snarled at the glass, “I didn’t realize I was going to be the object of your courtly affections, my lord.” 

“Don’t be absurd.” Arthur took a large swallow of the wine, “No one thinks I’m courting a sorcerer.” 

Merlin turned to face him, finally. His gaze was cold; “And yet you did not hesitate to ride to my aid, Sir Knight.” 

The prince shook his head, setting the goblet down with a thunk. “We are linked. Everyone knows by now, and that link is… something novel. Everyone known to be linked with a prince, in any way, should expect to be tested. You are safer if they know that I will defend your honor, and so am I.” 

“They fear you,” Merlin said. “And think I am a… novelty.” 

Arthur shrugged, “naturally.” 

The dragonlord’s eyes lit like tinder, flaring brilliantly gold. “They have misjudged the situation.” 

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“Why are you here?” Merlin collapsed against the wall, unable to keep up the pretense any longer. The prince caught him, pushing on one shoulder until the Druids chest was visible. “You’re not bleeding.” He said, jaw tight. “Not that kind of ambush.” Merlin replied, weakly. “I told you I wasn’t coming. Why are you here?” 

The blond man dragged him forward, ignoring his hiss of protest, and took Merlin’s weight, slinging one of the Druids arms over his crimson clad shoulders and holding tight to his wrist. “You honestly think I believe a word you say? We need to get out of here before that bastard comes back.”

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Space Dock E41D00R was roughly the size of a middling asteroid. It floated halfway between the famous, glittering, Space Port Caerleon and the mining giant Camulodunum III, an afterthought tossed up as a fueling station during the pre-warp era. 

Since the armistice, the residents of the small dock spent their days catering to the crews of heavy mining cruisers who stopped by for supplies and the odd maintenance call, and the occasional crop of tourists on their way to see the SPC from one of the farther-flung planets in the Albion system. The younger generation chafed at the monotony, having been raised in the thundering rush of the Wars, when the small dock was a critical piece of technology for the massive Kingdom warships. While everyone had longed for peace, and celebrated when it came, the younger generation quickly learned how boring it could be. 

Then one day, everything changed.

When Merlin woke that morning he had nearly forgotten that it was the day. The artificial lights in his room buzzed to life as usual. His alarm cheerfully chirped out the stardate, dock time, and weather settings, only occasionally stuttering. He kicked off his blanket and shuffled to the port window, as he always did, rubbing sleep from his eyes. 

It wasn’t until he saw the ship– a silver shape against the velvet blackness of space, decorated with blinking lights and sensors and bristling with canon and crowned with a sweep of elegant sensor arrays– that he remembered. They’re here!

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So it's not just BBC Merlin that's trending... It's MERTHUR!! 😆

You show'em, boys! 🥳

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you know what really gets my goat?

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Did something happen or is Merlin trending simply because this is Tumblr

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I tend to post a lot of Merlin-centric stuff, but I wouldn't want you to think I haven't noticed the amount of indecent Arthur cleavage that goes on in the show.

My God, could he be anymore of a tease. 🤤