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[jeremyknoxs]

COLIN MORGAN as MERLIN MERLIN — 2.09 • The Lady of the Lake

[men-in-knights]

[forystr]

Reverence

[whydon-twego]

Arthur is used to the court, he is used to standing at a certain distance from his interlocutor, he is used to etiquette and protocols, to speaking in a certain tone of voice, to never lowering his eyes showing weakness and, as a result, he is used to servile people, to people who never respond to him in kind and to making do when something goes wrong and he would only need a hand on his shoulder because he would not dare ask for anything more.

Merlin is none of these things.

Merlin invades his personal space, responds to him in kind, hugs him when something goes wrong and reassures him with kind but firm words.

Arthur does not know why he expected Hunith to be something different, after all, Merlin must have taken after someone in the family.

Hunith, when Merlin decides to visit her and take Arthur with him because "you have to get to know my mother better!", bows on the first day and calls him sire.

On the second day, she already has him help in the kitchens and teaches him how to prepare a meal from scratch, not commenting on the fact that he doesn't even know how to mix a bit of flour and water and, indeed, resting a hand on his shoulder congratulating him when -Arthur knows- he has done the bare minimum.

On the third day, she hugs him.

Arthur holds her so tightly that he is sure he will hurt her, but he has never been hugged like this, not even by Merlin, and Arthur absolutely will not cry.

That night, lying on the bed on the floor with Merlin, Arthur hugs him and thanks him.

Merlin laughs and tells him he now expects a meal prepared from scratch from him.

[the-aviary-system]

Been rereading Wings of Fire and this popped into my head while reading The Dark Secret

-Emyr (he/it)

[the-kingshound]

Adrei growls. She bangs her arms against the door until it breaks, splintering under her enhanced strength. Her parents locker her inside the room where her father goes when he has his episodes.

But she isn't mad, she's thought this through.

She has sins she needs to amend to. And if anyone tries to chain her up again she'll kill them.

She makes her way through the courtyard with heavy, dragged steps. She crushes the sword of a guard that dares standing between her and her horse. A loud crack echoes as she pushes the guard aside, a limp body colliding with stone and collapsing to the ground.

Someone screams, and Adrei advances.

WHo cares.

She needs to get to her brother. Emyr is in pain and Adrei has allowed that suffering to take place for years, doing absolutely nothing. She swore, as he was departing from the House to be wed, that they would see each other again.

Twice. Twice have she met her brother since then. What she has is fifteen years of letters in which her brother withdrew more and more, parchment becoming progressively more crumpled, stained with ink as if he didn't even have the energy to write anymore. And she did nothing.

But NO MORE.

Her mare neighs, agitated, as she mounts it and pushes it to a fast gallop.

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Emyr looks up from the desk with a worried frown. He doesn't want to get up, even less to leave the room, but when another loud sound reaches the depths of his room, by now the fourth or fifth one he's heard, he rises.

His clothes are a mess. His hair unwashed, tied up in a bun that would have made him cringe in shame a few years back.

He walks up to the door, but stops just before wrapping his fingers around the handle. He hasn't gotten out in so long... and if his wife sees him, she'll scream and-

Other worrying sounds reach his ears, so Emyr opens the door.

Blood stains greet him.

The ground is washed in gore. Sparse severed limbs lie scattered, and just at the end of the hallway his sister, drenched in blood, is holding off the ground the body of Emyr's wife. He feels locked in place, and isn't able to let out even a sound as Adrei, eyes lifeless and completely black, crushes her neck without effort.

Her body goes limp, then Adrei throws it to the side with very little care.

Emyr wants to throw up.

His oldest sister spots him, then. She takes a step forward and Emyr takes one back, his heart beating loud, but he only feels numb.

His wife is dead.

His prison her House is destroyed.

Adrei freezes.

Everything stays still for long, endless seconds. Some rasping, dying monas fill the silence and nothing else. Then, Emyr starts to advance.

He takes a step forward, then two, until he is standing in front of his sister, until he sees a spark of recognition in her black eyes, consumed by magic induced madness. Emyr has never been a tactile person, he avoids physical contact most days, but he wraps his arms around his sister and buries his face against her neck.

"I'm sorry I took so long," she rasps out.

He clings to her.

"You're free now. I killed them all."

He puls back, exhaling a trembling breath. "They'll hunt us now, Adrei. The Council will want us both."

Adrei just stares, swaying on her feet. Emyr steadies her. He brings her to his room, pullng her to sit on his bed. With trembling hands, he writes a letter, rolls it up and calls for his sparrow.

"To Camelot," Emyr says, seeking aid from the one person that can offer them both protection.

[recurringwriter]

btw oc/canon fucks severely shout out to everyone who writes oc/canon

[aevari]

sketch of my guy, Emyr. He's a haughty, secretive, and self-serving wizard (nerd) (his whole party boos at him, lae'zel shoves him in a locker)

[storm-3arth]

repost with some edits because i hated the before :')

[lynaiss]

Outfit designs for Taelon, the Prime Enchanter, and Emyr, the Songweaver ✨

Soooo some of my decisions for the outfits under the cut...

They both have mostly the exact same color scheme (and "'stealing" some of the shapes from one another, gotta push that they are a couple) but Emyr has red as the accent and Taelon has the gold.

Emyr has many many many layers, buckles and ties. That and the shoulders-heavy silhouette is supposed to have Broadway-esque vibes to make him feel like some sort of a performer. And a lot of wing-like shapes are there because, well, he sings.

Taelon's outfits are supposed to be over the top and scream 'mage', to make it obvious he's someone important and influential. Also scream 'sun rays' because fire based magic.

Anyway, I will stop rambling now. I'm not normal when it comes to outfit designs.

[men-in-knights]

[sotc]

downloaded lil earrings for the mans. irresistible ass.... im trying to romance gale in this playthru 😤

[forystr]

some silliness from me here today

[abnerkrill]

cliff legrand + dog symbolism

[benjamin bratt as cliff legrand in poker face 1x10, "the hook" / "the hook" script by rian johnson / the angriest dog in the world by david lynch / post by prettyhatemachinegf / benjamin bratt in "the hook" / how to be a dog by andrew kane / post by axetofall]

(image ids:

the first image is of benjamin bratt as cliff in poker face, with a hand on his forehead and a frustrated expression.

the second image is a quote from cliff in poker face that says, "When you follow somebody’s orders for 25 years, stand behind them and nod, advance when they advance, the man behind the man. When you do that, there’s a very natural impression to be had that you like the person. Even love the person. I don’t know, maybe it has something to do with dogs. When that’s reflected back on you by everyone who sees you as the man’s best friends, I guess it can go two ways. It can hook you, pull you in, make you start to feel something like love, or… or it can go the other way. Start to metastasize. And all the disrespect and lack of regard and all the ways you’re treated like a dog that seem to bounce off the obedient facade, no. No, no, no. It all goes somewhere. Right here. I hate the old man… The terms you’ve laid out proffer me more dignity and respect than I’ve gotten in decades from the Sterlings, so I am saying yes. Just tell me how deep to dig the hole."

the third image is a hand-drawn comic of a tied-up dog in a yard. it says, "the dog who is so angry he cannot move. he cannot eat. he cannot sleep. he can just barely growl. ...bound so tightly with tension and anger, he approaches the state of rigor mortis."

the fourth image is a tumblr post by prettyhatemachinegf that says, "biting the hand that feeds and leaving teeth marks that eventually fade causing me to bite the hand that feeds again and again and again in a desperate attempt to leave my mark"

the fifth image is of cliff lying on a hotel room bed with a frowning, frustrated expression

the sixth image is from a poem by andrew kane that reads, "you must lose yourself wholly in activity; you must never feel an itch that you do not scratch. you must learn how to wait at the foot of the bed and hope, silently, that somebody is drunk enough or lonely enough to invite you up, and you must learn not to show your excitement too much or overplay your hand. if you want to be a dog, you must learn to believe that you are not in fact a dog at all.

the seventh image is a tumblr post from axetofall that says, "he is like a dog who can no longer be touched without showing his teeth." end id.)

[the-kingshound]

Baby mc sniffling and hiding inside some wardrobe when one of their siblings find them and ask whats wrong.

"Osia is a big meanie" they sign with their tiny hands.

Adrei: takes the baby up in her arms, and tries stiffly to rub their back. Silently marches up to Osia and commands "stop." Since it's Adrei, Osia stops for a few weeks. (Then she does it again, but when Adrei is around she limits herself a bit)

Ghaven: shushes MC, cuddles them and feeds them all the sweets their mum confiscated (ha! Ghaven has found them). They will make sure to organise evil pranks to Osia, one for every time they find baby MC upset. (At that point, Osia is so enraged with Ghaven that she kinda ignores baby MC)

Emyr: sighs, sadly. Hesitantly reaches out with one hand to comfort MC and if the baby crawls on his lap to cry he'll stay still and hold them. Will subtly invite baby MC to read with him more - to keep them away from Osia.

Saraah: panicks, tries to comfort MC and agrees that Osia is a meanie. If MC is very upset Saraah cries too. He either goes to angrily confront Osia (who, at this point, looks at him like a harmless gnome) or shuts himself in with MC to play and made them forget.

Radel: is around MC's age, so he blinks and at the look of MC's teary eyes he starts silently crying too. Cue another sibling finding both babies in tears.

[who-do-i-know-this-man]

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