#pen-dragonlord

[pen-dragonlord]

BAMFMerthurweek2021

Day 7: Favorite Badass Merthur Scene

@merthurweek2021

#the way they just work in perfect sync #i love it 😍 #merthur #merlin #arthur pendragon #merthurweek2021 #bamfmerthurweek2021 #merlinedit #merlin tv #bbc merlin #merlin bbc #my edit #gifs by pen-dragonlord #pen-dragonlord

[merthur-she-wrote]

Prompt:

The Pendragons were once Dragonlords, but the ability only passes from father to eldest son. The elder son inherited his father’s gifts, but over the generations their family name was changed or lost. The younger son married into a royal family, and so his family name was preserved though the generations.

Then the days of Uther Pendragon came. The origins of his name has been lost or distorted by time, and he had know idea of what lay dormant within his line. Unknowingly, he had the last Dragonlord from his own family’s line killed during the purge.

But magic rejected Uther, just as Uther rejected magic, and the ability did not awaken in him. And while he lived, it didn’t awaken in his son either.

But the night after Arthur’s wedding, after tying himself in love and magic to the last Dragonlord, after confirming their union by consummating it, what had once lain dormant florished once more.

#prompt #bbc merlin #merlin #arthur pendragon #merthur #uther pendragon #dragonlords #pen(lord/head/top)dragon

[arthur-rex]

Arthur Pendragon metamorphoses into a dragon...

Verse: The Last Dragonlord and his (Pen)dragon

I lost myself into the night And I flew higher... Than I had ever. But I still felt small.

There’s no dreams in the lakes only monsters And the monsters are my only friends.

They’re all that I was And never could be. THIS IS MY UNBECOMING Now I wait This m e t a m o r p h o s i s

All that is left is the  c h a n g e ...

SELFISH FATE I think you made me this.

Bonus Merthur: You found me drifted out to sea It’s automatic. It’s telepathic. You always knew me.

#And now for something completely different #//so much angst in this verse #v. the last dragonlord & his (pen)dragon #dragon!Arthur #//yes I'm a dragon nerd so I had to do this to my muse haha #//it's all Uther's fault Arthur got cursed

[cilly-murphy]

Do you have any good blogs to follow (merlin but can be multi fandom) wanna spruce up my dashboard!

hi anon! sorry for the late reply, but i wanted to make this into more of a merlin fandom list you know? and as a masterpost for other people for active merlin blogs in 2022. here are some personal (multifandom mostly that post/reblog a lot of merlin) and some purely merlin active sideblogs/source blogs in no particular order

personal/sideblogs @ughmerlin @camelotsheart @flyingpurplepeopleeater42 @forever-rewatching-merlin @maryluis @laufeysons @mayalunas @gwenspendragons @nextstopparis @shana-rosee @katieskeep @retro-wallflower @babinicz @argido @theedorksinlove @cabbageheadss @excalibros @southfarthing @tcs-main @doctorcziken @thebookluvrr1816 @botanicallyinclinednerd @brolinskeep @paulinegrintt @clotpole-art @clotpolesonly @marissa-cooper @morganaofcamelot @oncefutureemrys @onceandfuturehimbo @akane022 @forthesakeofwhatever @pen-dragonlord @pendragon-ally @arthurpendragonprotectionsquad @queerofthedagger @emrysofmagic @lao-pendragon @laufeysons @merthurlooks @danieljradcliffe @graceryders @exclusivelymerlin @queenrojpag @bellamyblakru @merlinoutofcontext @sourdough-morbread @fuckthisshitimoutyall @buffy-summrs @schweetheart @soni-dragon @cypress-ess @katherynefromphilly @thatgaywizardoverthere @shut-up-merlin @dragonlord-emrys @emrysofealdor @shadowinkkk @lancelotdeservedbetter @lauradonnelly @merlinmyrddin @mr-and-mr-pendragon @merlination @merlinemrys @sircolinmorgan @witchmd13 @weirwolves @dollopheadsandclotpoles @fishoutofcamelot @kilgharrahandaithusa @tracionn @inalandofmythandmerthur @angelcoulby @bimorgana @iknownowmerlin @incorrectmerlinquotes @lilsjames @youngwarlock 

source blogs my sideblog @merlin-gifs @fy-merlinxarthur @fy-katiemcgrath @fyeahcolinmorgan @bbcmerlindaily @justmerlin @justarthur @morganasource @just-morgana @bradleycolingifs @fy-theladymorgana @merthurdaily 

i hope i didn’t forget anyone, this fandom is very big and active, we also have many fests going on that you can see here! @merlinsfests, and here. and amazing fic blogs like @merlinfic 

#replies #anonymous #bbc merlin #merlin

[adhdfangirl]

I drew some more dragon lord Merlin

#myart #art #artists on tumblr #bbc merlin #merlin #dragon #dragonlord #pen #pendrawing #my art #myartwork #penart

[mymothershumility]

neverflownwithme asked: “Perhaps the world is in need of change.”

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“This is the last of it.”

Gaze lifts from her desk, quill coming to pause above the parchment she has been recording the contents of the hidden room upon. The process has been a lengthy one, stretching a week and a half after the room’s discovery. Many of the scrolls and tomes from within the space have been accounted for, recorded upon Laira’s parchment as she looked over each and every one.

There are a number of journals among the tomes that she has skimmed, personal ones penned by the hands of Lady Shiera Seastar, Princess Rhaena of Pentos, and Queen Visenya Targaryen. There are others of an unknown origin, as well, penned in an unfamiliar --yet strikingly familiar-- hand.

Thus far, her work has centered around sorting and identifying the tomes, journals, and scrolls that had been scattered upon the desks and shelves within the room. She and Hal have yet to tackle the various trunks that have been pulled from the space. They remain stacked on the opposite side of her solar, shrouded in mystery. It is what Hal now carries easily in his hold, crossing the room to set the last trunk among the others.

When Laira looks back across her solar, she finds the space of the room void of everything but the desks and shelves that are set against the walls as well as the Myrish carpet lining the floor. The look of it seems entirely foreign for a moment. Yet, despite all of their work, there are still a number of questions looming above them. Laira has yet to finish one of the tomes pulled from among the stacks in full. It will take her and Hal both months to do so if they attempt such a task. Of that, she is certain.

And, in the end, it is possible that such a task will be the only way to discover the answers they so desperately wish for.

Setting her quill back upon her parchment, Laira pens the last of her entries upon the surface. There are well over a hundred journals, tomes, and scrolls upon her list. With her recording finished, Laira sets her quill back into its inkwell. She is glad to have the task done, though her back and her eyes now ache because of it.

“Visenya Targaryen and Shiera Seastar penned many of these,” Laira comments, fingers brushing upon the Lyseni crafted journal that had once belonged to the Star of the Sea. She traces the silver three headed dragon that is emblazoned across the amethyst leather, letting a soft sigh escape her. “Princess Rhaena of Pentos has penned several of them as well,” she goes on. “There are others as well, though I cannot discern to whom they once belonged.”

The journals and scrolls that she mentions are scrawled in the language of the Old Empire. Of that, Laira is certain of. She recognizes the language as easily among the ancient pages just as she does among Shiera Seastar’s recounts. What strikes her odd above all else are the mentions of the Freehold, of the descriptions of the dragonlords and the never ceasing ebb and flow as power slipped from one to another and back around again.

There is more, though... recounts of the Five Forts and the Great Empire of the Dawn… of the Blood Betrayal that had ushered in the first Long Night.

Such recounts only spawn additional questions. They only serve in deepening a tale that is already wrapped in far too much mystery.

“Perhaps a change of scenery would do us both good,” Hal recommends, leaving the trunks for then. He leans against the sturdy form of Laira’s desk when he is near enough, casting a look down at the work that she has done. “It seems as if we’ve scarcely left these walls of late.” They have had good reason to. Hal is aware of such a thing. Still, he believes setting their task aside for a time could be of benefit to them. It is possible their answers may be easier to find if they look for them with fresh eyes.

Laira listens as he speaks, gaze drifting over him as he settles his form against the edge of her desk. She cannot disagree with his words. She finds herself smiling, in fact, at his suggestion. It is a welcomed one. “I am surprised that you would object to spending your time secluded away with me, my Lord,” she teases him, watching the way the lines of his body seem to soften with her words. Such a reaction has become more frequent as of late. Laira enjoys witnessing it. “Pray tell,” she begins, chuckling as he moves and bends to set his hands upon the armrests of her chair, “have you grown bored of me already?”

“I feel you already know the answer to such a question, Your Grace,” he says, moving closer to her when she reaches to press her hand beneath his chin. “I believe you merely enjoy teasing me,” he accuses, leaning to steal a kiss from her.

She laughs against his mouth, fingers shifting until her palm is pressed to the line of his jaw. “No more than you enjoy teasing me,” Laira reminds, speaking when he pulls from her. Her thumb briefly strokes against his cheek, the pad of her finger tracing the line of a faint scar hidden beneath the light stubble of his beard. “Did you have something particular in mind for us to partake in?”

Their week has already been one of great change and challenge. In the midst of their exploration and discovery within the walls of her solar, Sansa and Helen had arrived on Dragonstone from King’s Landing in the midst of a torrential storm. Having sailed upon one of the Velaryon ships that often ferried supplies from the capital to the islands of Claw Isle, Driftmark, and Dragonstone, the girls had arrived in the dead of night, utterly terrified after additional events that had transpired within the capital.

Such events still set her husband upon edge when they speak of them. They do much the same to her. There had been little favor for the Tyrells in her husband’s heart when he arrived on Dragonstone, having already forbidden a marriage alliance that Olenna had attempted to put into place between Sansa and Willas Tyrell while he was occupied in the Stormlands. There had been little favor left in her with her husband’s revelations.

When the girls had arrived --cold and hungry and fearful-- only to reveal that Olenna had not only attempted to see Sansa married away, but had also attempted to betroth Helen to Oliver Redwyne’s son, any favor that had lingered within her and her husband for the Tyrell matriarch had burned away to ash.

“The day seems as though it may remain favorable,” Hal says. Those days upon Dragonstone are few and far between, the weather ever changing and often giving way to storms. “Perhaps we could journey down to the village with the girls,” he proposes. “Or take them down to the shore.”

“I believe they would enjoy time on the shore.” Laira has made her fair share of journies down to the village since arriving upon the island. And while the markets are filled with trade from across the sea, she believes that the girls would enjoy their day all the more if granted the time to play. Laira is uncertain when another fair day such as this one will occur on the small island.

It will be best to take advantage of it while possible.

Hal takes hold of her hand as she speaks, turning so his mouth can catch along the inside of her wrist. The kiss that he plants against her skin is whisper soft. “My thoughts as well,” he agrees. He is straightening in the next moment, drawing Laira carefully up from her seat as he goes.

She laughs again, both at his affection and his enthusiasm. Laira is happy to see it after the events of the week. There have been too many times as of late that she has seen the weight of Olenna’s betrayal pressing down upon him.

Such a matter, Laira will be certain is addressed. She will see justice given where it is due. Daenerys would have no need for a Hand who acted in such a traitorous manner. She was confident in that.

“I will ask the cooks to prepare something light for us to carry with us,” Laira said. They had broken their fast with the girls when they had woken. Midday would be upon them shortly, though, and hunger would soon set in upon them once again.

It takes little to convince her niece and her good-cousin to accompany her and Hal down onto the shore. Helen is quick to agree to such a journey, entirely enthralled with the sea and all the mysteries that it holds. And, wherever it was that Helen journeyed, Sansa was always quick to follow after her. It has become far more uncommon, in fact, to find Sansa away from Helen’s side. Both she and Hal find some comfort in such knowledge.

For, wherever the girls travel, their direwolves are there to go with them. Only a fool would attempt to harm the girls with such staunch protection at their sides.

No more than an hour later, Helen is skipping along the smooth flagstones of the courtyard with Sansa’s fingers wrapped securely in her hand. Rose and Dawn trot along in front of them, heads and ears high as they observe everything around them. Several steps behind the girls and their direwolves, Laira walks arm-in-arm with Hal. Her husband’s direwolf companion has positioned herself at Laira’s opposite side, having shown herself to be increasingly protective as of late. She suspects Hal’s own mood to be a contributing factor. His bond with Moone has already shown itself to be similar in nature to her own bond with Viserion.

And, as Viserion often feeds off Laira’s own emotions, she believes that her husband’s direwolf companion does quite the same where his own are concerned.

“They both seem excited,” Laira murmurs to Hal, smiling at Helen’s chattering and Sansa’s answering giggles. Her young niece has been engaged in excited conversation with her eldest cousin since learning of their excursion down to the shore.

“Neither of them have been afforded a great amount of time upon the shore or in the waters of the sea,” Hal tells her. Despite having lived for a time in White Harbor, Helen has never been able to wander about on the beach or play in the water as she has been able to during her time upon the island stronghold. The beaches at White Harbor differ vastly from Dragonstone’s own. The shoreline of much of the North, in fact, is rocky and unforgiving. Its waters are much the same, too frigid even in the heat of summer to swim about in. “However, Helen has been exposed to the water far more than Sansa,” he goes on.

His cousin had confided not so long ago, in fact, that her first time spying the sea had been when she had come to King’s Landing as a bride for Joffrey Baratheon.

Laira hums in understanding, tucking herself closer to her husband’s side as they begin their trek down the winding pathways that will take them to the shore beyond the castle. “I believe they would enjoy Lys,” she says, thinking of the last time that she had visited the Free City. “It is still warm there,” she continues. “They could swim in the water if they wished to. Or, play about on the sands and look for shells at their leisure.” The beach beyond her mother’s manse within Lys had been well guarded at one time. It would be again should Laira ever return to it.

“Perhaps we will be able to make the journey there in the near future,” Hal tells her, bringing her closer when she slips more into the length of his side. He knows that Helen would enjoy the coast of the Free City, having already shown a particular love for searching out tide pools there upon Dragonstone and observing the sea life found within them. And Sansa, he knows, would love the markets.

She smiles at such a notion, leaning until she is able to brace her head against the line of his shoulder. Another quiet hum leaves her, opposite arm reaching across her so her fingers are softly pressing against the palm of his hand. She cannot stop the whispering flutter of her heart inside her chest when his own fingers --warm and strong-- curl carefully about her hand in response. “You spoil me,” she murmurs up to him.

A smile twitches up at the corners of his mouth when he feels the press of her head against the expanse of his shoulder, grows all the larger when Laira’s fingers seek out the expanse of his own hand. “You’ve spoken fondly of Lys on more than one occasion,” Hal reminds, thumb stroking along the bumps of her knuckles. “I don’t believe it’s spoiling you to return you to a place that holds such fond memories for you.”

“No?” she questions, the word marred with a gentle laugh. “A fortunate thing for myself, then.” She pauses, watching as Helen goes dashing out onto the sand ahead of them. The young girl is giggling as she runs, her direwolf giving chase after her down the beach. Sansa follows after her, though she walks instead of runs. Laira can hear her laughing all the same. “There are other places that I am fond of as well,” Laira goes on, still watching the girls as they make their way towards the edge of the water.

The sea around Dragonstone is often colored deep azure, though the water closer to shore is often clouded with sand that is stirred up from the storms that plague the island. Today, at least, Laira can see that the shallows are clear. The water looks incredibly inviting even from where she and Hal are walking.

“What places are those?” Hal has his own thoughts about what they may be.

“White Harbor was of particular interest to me in the short time we lingered there,” she offers. It had been a mere stop in their return to King’s Landing from the War for the Dawn. Yet, the Manderlys had shown them every courtesy possible during their stay. Laira had become especially fond of Lady Wylla and Lady Wynafryd during her time in their hall. “However, WinterfelI, I believe, is the dearest of them all to me,” she carries on.

Laira imagines that he knows the reason, can see the quick flickers of realization as they slowly settle upon him.

“The war that awaited us aside,” she continues, “I was quite happy there.”

“So was I.” Even though Hal had never grown up at Winterfell, it remained familiar. He’d spent more than enough time among its walls, visiting his family with his father. Most of his childhood had been spent among the walls of Karhold. “It was likely the company that made the stay so easy, though,” he went on, smiling at the way she was looking over at him. “I left Harrion Karstark as steward before we departed back south,” Hal reminds. He and Harrion had grown up side by side at Karhold. He was practically a brother to him. There had been no one else that Hal would have trusted to guard Winterfell for Sansa. “He would welcome us back if we decided to make the journey there.”

“We could journey there first,” she offers, her voice sincere. Laira is not opposed to such travels. The more distance, in fact, their family can put between themselves and Olenna Tyrell’s plots, the better. She will not have Sansa or Helen near enough to the woman for them to be used as potential pawns.

“We’ll look to somewhere warmer first,” Hal says, looking up in time to see Dawn bounding into the shallows. Rose is at her heels, chasing after her with high pitched yips. Mere steps from where the direwolves are playing, Sansa and Helen are crouched near a cluster of rocks. Hal doesn’t need to be closer to know they’ve discovered a tide pool. “Winterfell can wait for a time.”

“If my Lord insists.” She smiles at the quick laugh that he gives, the sound partially covered by a snort.

“Will this always be a game between the two of us?” he asks her, returning her smile.

“It is a fitting one, I believe,” Laira answers. “To accompany all other manner of teasing that we engage in.”

“If memory serves, you’re the one who began our little game.” There’s a great deal of fondness in his tone, eyes glancing back to check on the girls. They’re still enthralled with their discovery at the edge of the water. Dawn and Rose are nearby as well, at play in the shallows.

Laira laughs at his accusation, her own gaze turning skyward. Though Viserion is beyond her line of sight, Laira can feel her flying high in the cloud cover. The dragoness will descend soon enough and she will find Laira when she does. No matter where she lingered, Viserion always seemed to come to her. “I regret to say that your memory is mistaken, husband,” she says, laughter still present in her tone. “You showed yourself to be quite proficient in your teasing during our time in Oldtown,” she points out. “You began our game, in fact, the very night that followed your arrival.”

By then, they have stepped farther from the edge of the water. The cliffs now loom high above them, casting dark columns of shadow out along the sand. They are still near enough to the waves, though, that Sansa and Helen are easily seen. Laira reaches to take the canvas bag that her husband has been carrying upon his opposite shoulder, having seized the bag from her as they had departed the Great Hall. He had refused to relinquish back to her as they had walked, insisting that he be the one to carry it down for them. That she had healed from her ordeal within the capital had been reminded and acknowledged, though Hal had continued to insist he carry it in her place despite such a reminder. It is endearing, in truth, how he continues even then to worry over her in such little ways.

The cooks and the maids had done as she had requested, preparing a meal for the four of them that could be easily packed away and carried down to the shore. Mira had even been kind enough to fold the pale gray blanket from Laira’s apartments and slip it into the bag with their meal. Laira had used the blanket during one of her last visits to the beach. It is the blanket that Laira withdraws from the bag, unfolding it and spreading it out over the white sand.

Moone is quick to take up a spot along the edge of the fabric, lying so that her belly is half on the fabric and half in the sand. Her head rests against the top of her large paws, mismatched eyes watching as Rose and Dawn continue their games within the water. Laira comes to sit beside the direwolf on the blanket, feet slipping out of her sandals and legs stretching until she can rest the soles of her feet atop the cool sand. Hal pauses before he moves to sit beside her, looking out to where Helen is calling excitedly for him. She is gesturing to one of the pools that she and Sansa have located, clearly overjoyed at having discovered something of interest.

“You are being beckoned,” Laira says, smiling at the way Helen now runs for them. Dawn is at the young girl’s heels, yipping after her.

“Uncle Hal!” Helen exclaims. “Sansa and I found sea stars! Come look at them! They’re so pretty!” Helen quickly turns her attention to her aunt, smiling at her. “Will you come look too, Aunt Laira?” she asks, her tone hopeful.

“Perhaps in a few moments,” Laira says. “Take your uncle with you, though. Make him entertain you.” She motions Helen closer when Hal pretends to be distracted by something. “See if you can trick him into the water,” she whispers.

The recommendation makes Helen giggle, hand pressing against her mouth to keep her uncle from hearing. Then, she makes a grab for her uncle’s hand, pulling him along with her. “Come see, Uncle Hal!”

Hal pauses long enough to look back at Laira, his expression shifting to something more serious for a split second. “Will you be alright?” he asks. Even though they are far from King’s Landing and among trusted individuals on the island, he still worries about straying too far away from her.

“I believe that I am well guarded,” she assures, hand rising to rest itself against Moone’s head. The she-wolf had made no move to follow after Hal, remaining at Laira’s side instead. “Should I need you, I will call out for you. I have faith that you will come to my aid if I require it.”

Even if Hal had been too far from her, and Moone along with him, Laira would not have worried. Not there. Though she is still hidden from view, the Queen can now feel Viserion lower among the clouds. She is near, likely flying about the Dragonmont or about the far ends of the island. The dragoness could be to her just as quickly if she found herself in need. Still, Laira has no fear of lingering on her own there upon Dragonstone’s shore. The island is safe. Of that, Laira is certain.

Laira watches as her niece leads her husband away, only the faintest hints of reluctance entering the line of his shoulders. It fades easily enough as Helen draws him away, chattering about all that she has found with Sansa. At her side, Moone settles more into her spot, body scooting itself until she is pressed along the stretch of Laira’s own legs. The direwolf’s tail beats gently against the sand when Laira reaches to press a hand to her head, happy with the attention that she’s given.

For a time, she observes her husband and their family along the sands. Hal has always shown himself to be wonderful with children. From the first moment that Missandei had met him, she’d been drawn to him. The young scribe had remained practically attached to Hal’s side in the days that had followed Daenerys’ attack within the Holdfast, seeking safety where she had known it could be found. And, even though they were both older than Missandei, Irri and Jhiqui had shown a similar draw to him as well. Laira expected girlish infatuation in place of anything else, however. Even the stableboys there upon the island and Mira’s own daughters flocked to her husband when he was near to them.

Laira quite enjoys watching such displays. Hal is always attentive, always listening and conversing with the children that seek him out. Should the gods allow it, he will make a wonderful father. She feels her heart give a brief flutter at such a thought, grief momentarily snapping within her chest. Had poison not been slipped into her cup within the Holdfast, how close would their children have been to birth by then? Three moon turns? Possibly four? It would not have been so far away. By then, Laira would have been able to feel their movements.

It has been a time since Laira has allowed her thoughts to linger upon what was stolen from her and from Hal in the capital. She does not like the pain that swells in her heart when she does… does not like the sorrow she sees reflected in Hal’s own features when she mentions it. Still, Laira cannot help but dwell upon what might have been if someone had not struck against them.

There is nothing that can be done to right the wrongs that have been done in the past, yet there is a hopeful part of her --one that is far more idyllic-- that wishes there was something that could be done. The thought is pushed away just as quickly as it comes. She knows better than to allow foolish naivety a place within her.

The shift of Moone at her side brings her thoughts back to where they should remain. Laira reaches to press her palm to the she-wolf’s head. She feels a vibration beneath the wolf’s surface when she does, a growl emanating from her throat. Moone’s head rises a moment later, emerald and sapphire gaze settling upon something down the shore. Laira’s own gaze follows the wolf’s. There is a brief flicker of crimson and darting shadow, movement that disappears behind an outcropping of rock a split second later.

For a moment, the Queen is thrown back to the night she and Hal had discovered the room within her solar. A brief flash of memory springs forward, recollection of the being that had lingered beyond the windows of her apartment. She sees the flash of shadow and then the three glowing points of crimson light glowing in the dark.

A hand against her shoulder makes her flinch, heart fluttering wildly in her chest as fear sweeps down the column of her spine. Her head snaps to her side. Sansa is standing beside her, having drawn her hand back from her. The young girl is staring down at her, her eyes wide and hand clasped to her chest.

“Sansa,” the Queen breathes, attempting to calm herself. Her heart is still thundering wildly in her chest.

“I am sorry,” Sansa speaks, her voice small. “I thought you heard me. Please forgive me.”

Reaching, Laira sets her hand upon Sansa’s arm, her touch gentle. “You startled me, sweetling,” Laira says. “Nothing more. I was merely lost in thought,” she admits. She does not turn her gaze back down the shore, though Moone continues to watch the area. “There is nothing for you to ask forgiveness for. You have done me no harm.”

Sansa nods, mouth turning up into a little smile. “May I sit with you?” she asks. “Hal and Helen are still looking in the pools.” Her cousins have wandered a little farther down the beach, Helen perched atop Hal’s shoulders as they search out the various pools and the life that resides within them.

“I would love the company,” Laira admits. She pats the spot beside her, watching as Sansa moves and sinks down onto the blanket with her. The girl’s own sandals have been cast aside, left somewhere out upon the sands closer to the water. “Are you hungry?” she asks, gesturing to the bag at her side. “Mira and the cooks were kind enough to pack a meal for us. You are welcome to anything that you wish to have.”

“Thank you.” Sansa smiles over at the Queen --her good-cousin-- and reaches into the mentioned bag.

In the top of the bag, there are sweetened biscuits with dried cranberries and orange zest as well as savory rolls with garlic, herbs, and sharp cheese wrapped in linen napkins. Below the biscuits and rolls, the cooks had packed wooden bowls wrapped in cheesecloth. In one bowl, there are pieces of thinly sliced cured ham, the very kind that the Queen enjoyed wrapped about figs with sweetened goat cheese. In the same bowl, there are slices of firm white cheese. In the second bowl, Sansa finds carrots, radishes, and sweet peppers. The last of the bowls is filled with sweet black cherries, tart green grapes, and fresh strawberries. There are glass bottles within the bag as well, each of them filled with water.

Taking a sweet biscuit for herself, Sansa breaks a bite of it off from one of the corners. It’s heavenly tasting. The pastry is flaky and sweetened perfectly. “The biscuits are delicious,” she tells her good-cousin with a smile.

“I am glad that you like them.” Laira reaches for one of the savory rolls, breaking it in half before offering part of it to Moone. A flicker of concern slips through Laira when the direwolf does not immediately take the offering from her. Moone frequently begged her for food whenever she and Hal ate, never once refusing anything that Laira offered to her. Only a moment later, Moone stretches her head forward and gingerly takes the roll from Laira’s fingers. Her attention is turning back down the coast only a second later, focus back on the outcropping of rock along the cliffs.

Laira looks back at the area, though she cannot see anything that concerns her. The dart of crimson and shadow had likely been nothing more than her eyes playing tricks upon her. All the same, Moone’s continued focus makes her uneasy.

“Hal says that we may travel to Lys for a time,” Sansa says, taking another bite of her biscuit. “He says that it is warm there… that you have a manse within the Free City where we could stay.”

“The manse belonged to my mother,” Laira explains. “It has been held by members of our family since the dragonlords of the Old Empire reigned.”

Sansa hesitates, nibbling another bite from her biscuit. “Would we be safe there?” she asks, glancing down the beach where Hal and Helen are still walking. She does not believe that Hal will venture anywhere with them that will not be safe.

“We would ensure that you and Helen remained well protected, sweetling,” Laira murmurs, her own gaze following Sansa’s.

“I hadn’t felt safe in a long time… not until I was reunited with Hal,” Sansa admits. For so long, she’d been a caged bird… a little dove in a gilded cage. “But then…” she trails off, her eyes beginning to tear up at their edges. “Lady Olenna cannot force me to marry Lord Tyrell, can she?” Sansa questions, her voice breaking.

When Sansa had first been offered the opportunity to marry Willas, she’d thought the chance to be her only way to freedom. That had been before Queen Daenerys had helped orchestrate the plan that had stolen her away from the Lannisters. That had been before she had been reunited with Hal. All Sansa wanted now was to be with her family. She did not want to be Lady of Highgarden. She did not want to marry a man twice her age who knew nothing about her.

“What Lady Olenna attempted was treason, sweetling,” Laira murmurs. The roll in her hand is largely forgotten. She extends it out to Moone, watching the direwolf take the second half with no hesitation. She seems more at ease now, her head resting heavily against Laira’s knees. “She had no right to attempt to force you into a marriage with Lord Tyrell. She had no right to attempt to force Helen into a marriage with Lord Redwyne’s son.”

To do so while Hal had been occupied in the Stormlands and Laira had been away upon Dragonstone had been all the more underhanded.

“You needn’t worry over such a thing any longer,” Laira continues, her voice gentle. “You will not marry anyone that you do not wish to. Neither will Helen. Do you understand?”

Sansa nods as the Queen speaks, reaching to dab away the tears in her eyes. “Promise?” Sansa whispers, her voice breaking again.

“I swear to you, sweetling,” Laira murmurs, reaching to press her hand down atop Sansa’s. “If anyone attempts to force you or Helen into another marriage, they shall answer to me and they shall answer to your cousin.”

Let Lady Olenna or any other attempt such a thing with her family once again. They would have her wrath in answer to it.

Dabbing at her eyes again, Sansa sniffles and picks a dried cranberry from her biscuit. “I have always wanted to marry someone for love.” Sansa has always wished for a life and a love like those within a song. “Mother always said that love could come after… that love did not necessarily come before a marriage.” Her mother had been fortunate in her marriage, had been fortunate to have loved her father and that he had loved her in return. Sansa knew such things did not always occur. “I wish…” she trails off, considering her next words carefully.

Hal is Winterfell’s heir by Westerosi inheritance law. He has no intention to keep the Northern seat, though. He has already told Sansa as much. He will act as her regent until she is of age. Then, Winterfell will pass into her governance. It was such power that others would always see. They would see a hold on the North through her. They would see her as nothing more than a puppet to be flitted about on strings. “I wish the world would allow for someone to love me for me and not for my family’s seat,” Sansa finally admits. “I do not think that such a thing will ever be possible, though.”

The Lords of Westeros would forever look to their daughters and see tools to gain power.

“Perhaps the world is in need of change.”

Both Laira and Sansa glance up, finding Hal now standing beside their blanket. Helen is still atop his shoulders, looking down at them with a quiet little smile.

“I think that’s what Queen Daenerys intends to do,” Hal goes on, lifting Helen off his shoulders. He sets her back on her own feet, giving her a moment to become steady before he lets her go. She immediately goes to Sansa’s side, squeezing herself between her cousin and her aunt. When Sansa offers her a biscuit from the canvas bag, she eagerly takes it.

“Your cousin is right,” Laira says, smiling when Hal leans to press a kiss against the top of her head. “Daenerys wishes to build a world where little girls are no longer used as collateral to secure power.”

Laira can only hope that she succeeds in such an endeavor. The Lords of Westeros would not be so easily swayed.

The rest of their day upon the shore is without incident. Sansa and Helen linger with Laira and Hal long enough to eat a few treats from their lunch before dashing back out to play along the sand and in the shallows. The trek back up to the castle is as light as their trek down to the beach had been earlier in the day. The girls giggle back and forth between themselves, trading stories and showing one another shells that they have gathered throughout the day.

With sunset still some time away, Hal asks the stableboys to fill one of the large water basins within the gardens with fresh water. All three direwolves are damp from the sea and matted with sand from their playing. Even Moone, who had spent most of her time lingering at Laira’s side, had taken a run into the shallows not long before they departed. They will all need to be bathed and rinsed before entering the castle again.

The girls stay behind to help, Helen already starting to pour clean water over Dawn’s back as Laira walks the steps up into the Great Hall. The direwolf sits without a fuss, letting Helen do as she wishes.

It is cool inside the castle. The torches along the walls have been lit in preparation for night. As Laira walks, she can hear the chattering of the maids and the cooks within the kitchens, all of them going about their tasks. It’s a comforting sound, she realizes. Everyone within the castle seems utterly content. It’s a stark change from the Red Keep… from the attendants that had been present within the palace when Daenerys had taken the city. She lingers for a moment, poking her head into the busy space to check on all those within.

Mira gives her a smile when she sees her, seated at a small table with her daughters and her mother. Ser Aeron is seated across from Mira and her family, talking and laughing with her maid’s little girls. Celesse is pouring a splash of cream into a bowl across the kitchen. She brings it back to Ser Aeron, setting it down in front of the man with a kind hand against his shoulder. The master-at-arms smiles at her, thanking her before taking a bite of what Laira believes to be peach cake. The cooks had received fresh peaches just a few days ago and had been using them frequently in sweets and salads.

“Did you and your family enjoy your day, Your Grace?” Mira calls, standing from the table. She carries a tray in her hands as she does, moving so she can deposit them in the sinks across the kitchen.

“We did,” Laira assures. “Perhaps your little ones could accompany us the next time that we venture to the shore.” She smiles when she notices the way Mira’s daughters brighten. She doubts they have ever been extended such an invitation before. “Sansa and Helen would no doubt love to have playmates closer to their own ages.”

“That is very kind of you, Your Grace,” Mira answers, smiling over at her daughters. “I am sure they would enjoy such a thing very much.”

Laira looks to Ser Aeron then. “Be sure that the stableboys eat as well, Ser Aeron,” she tells him. “They were kind enough to help my husband with an endeavor with the wolves,” she says. “Be sure that they both take food home for their families. And you as well.”

“I’ll fetch them myself, Your Grace,” Ser Aeron answers, spearing another piece of peach cake with his fork. “Thank you.”

Laira leaves them only a few moments later, pausing to be certain that Celesse and the cooks have enough to eat and enough to carry food back to their families. When Laira enters the hallway that houses her and Hal’s apartments, she pauses at its end. The doors to her rooms are ajar and there is a shadow moving within the space. Her husband and her family are still down within the gardens, tending the wolves, she knows. And her attendants are within the Great Hall, milling about in the kitchens.

She hesitates only a moment before she is moving, feet quiet against the dark stone. Glancing around the doors into her apartments, Laira finds the space empty. Across the living space, the doors to her solar are thrown open. There is a fire burning within the hearth. Another shadow flickers along the wall within the small space.

Dark Sister is still propped at the end of her bed, resting against the onyx colored chaise. She moves without a second thought, hand wrapping about the grip. The Valyrian blade is pulled from its scabbard as she crosses the room, the steel gleaming in the faint firelight. There is a feminine figure standing before the hearth when she steps into the solar. Clad in all crimson, dark hair spills down the other’s back. The design upon the woman’s crimson robes identifies her before anything else can.

A Red Priestess. A servant of the Red God, R’hllor.

The priestess’ head tilts slightly. Laira can see the quirk of the woman’s mouth from where she stands. “Daughter of Death,” the woman speaks, the words flowing off her tongue in the language of the Old Empire. “We have much to discuss.”

{ @truetargaryen & @fullrangeofemotions & @thequeenmaker & @xcoatlicuex & @hisvipereyes & @viperparamour & @nolongerhispawn & @shewhoisironborn & @adornishviper & @anunfailingkindness & @ialwayswasthebest & @iveneverbeenagoodgirl & @aladyofwinterfell & @therosesofhighgarden & @arisiarrxb & @alionessroars & @zaldrizo & @fairytalesandstars & @queeniolande & @yrracynrxl & @scaleddoe & @scraniknatu }

#neverflownwithme #;transmissions #v; fire cannot kill a dragon #otp; you are the light in the dark #gv ;; the dragon must have three heads #[[ new friend at the end ;D ]]

[camelotsheart]

This Valentine’s Day has given me so many surprises. First, I got a wonderful ask in my inbox. Second, I reached 1k overnight! Thank you so much for the amazing support you all have given me. It’s honestly so wonderful to be surrounded by people who are kind, encouraging, and passionate about the things they love. You all are lovely human beings who have made these past 6 months one of the most extraordinary periods of my life. Thank you for being you 💙

Below I’ve tagged my favourite blogs on Tumblr by category (meta writers, gif-makers, artists, video editors, etc). This can also double as a Merlin blogs rec-list for those who are new to the fandom. Many of these blogs fit in more than one category, so I’ve put them in the one that first comes to mind when I think of them.

A special mention to my friends from Noothive, Merlin Zoom Edition and Camelove! I adore all of you and you deserve the world.

Meta Writers/Tag Ranters™ (Affectionate)

@nextstopparis, @donttouchtheneednoggle, @forever-rewatching-merlin, @trackdownthatsnitch, @panharmonium, @daegal-deserved-better, @arthurpendragonprotectionsquad, @fluffypotatey, @toocool2btrue, @a-confused-contradictory-mess, @flyingpurplepeopleeater42, @gwen-cheers-me-up, @changelink, @mr-and-mr-pendragon, @inalandofmythandmerthur, @dancelot-du-lac, @thatgaywizardoverthere, @junemo10, @sneakyboymerlin, @pendragonlord-at-camelot, @merlin-rabbit-hole, @thegreymoon, @acciomerlin, @ladyofthelake​, @takeme-to-glasgow​, @once-and-future-gay, @lancelotdeservedbetter​, @sirwilliamofdeira

Giffologists (Cursed) (Some of them, anyway. You know who you are)

@marisa-tomei, @meteorjam, @onceandfuturehimbo, @kieumyvus, @ooooooooh7, @christopherdiaz, @eddiediaz, @mazykeen, @ughmerlin, @dragonlord-emrys, @screenwritr, @underafallensky, @lauradonnelly, @youngwarlock, @paulinegrintt, @onceandfutureprat, @xrosheen, @iamacolinmorganist, @merlinsprat, @dollopheadsandclotpoles, @ofkingsandlionhearts, @arthurpendragonns, @woodworms-before-breakfast,  @witchmd13,  @clotpolesonly, @hollywood-movies-and-tv-fanatics, @pen-dragonlord, @thebookluvrr1816, @mayalunas

Artists (Awe)

@merlindowager​, @solsticedraws​, @marmaladica​, @shadowinkkk​, @lao-pendragon​, @djiange​, @lighthouse-on-the-sea, @marlinsandthetrout​, @maryluis, @mordredsbitch​

Video Editors (Jaw-Drop)

@whatthedruidscallme​, @merlinstansalways​

Writers (Speechless)

@magicalmischel​, @elirwen​​, @emrysofmagic​​, @bisexualsdean​​, @mischiefxmanager​, @peaceheather​​, @supercalvin​, @queerofthedagger​, @the-mother-of-lions​, @ursus-mari, @katherynefromphilly​,  @caffeinatedflumadiddlebutmerlin​, @shut-up-merlin​, @bellamyblakru​ @tkstrrand​​, @wtfisgoingonanymore​, @waiting4thedoctor, @dancelot-du-lac​, @shana-rosee​, @0hheytherebigbadwolf​, @gayfirebender​, @merlinmyrddin

Reblogger Galore (Soft 🥺) (also called “Tumblr’s Lifeblood”)

@min-sugar-7, @yourstrulytaaay, @percyjacksonfan3, @radievx, @i-love-books-and-so-do-you, @bennedict, @fuckthisshitimoutyall, @queer-clotpole, @in-love-with-morgana-pendragon, @merlination, @splashstorm, @clotpolemerlin, @tracionn, @eirinemrys, @emrysofealdor,  @messandahalf10, @brolinskeep, @ilovemosss, @arthurandmerlin, @tuupang, @ealdorcottagecore, @akane022, @justananonhere, @gwaines-granny-smiths

Iconic™ (Exalting)

@merlinfic, @merlinficlibrary​​, @merlin-gifs​, @merlinsfests​, @justgwen​, @educatingmerlin​, @arthur-lancelot​, @merlinpetpeeves​​, @fyeahcolinmorgan​​, @fy-katiemcgrath​​, @bbcmerlindaily​, @isarthurpendragonbackyet​, @incorrectmerlinquotes​, @merthurdaily​, @justmerlin​, @just-morgana​, @justarthur​, @fy-theladymorgana​, ​, @ao3feed-merlinarthur, @mythsandmagicfancast​​​, @merthurlooks​, @fy-merlinxarthur​, @merlinoutofcontext​​

#follow forever #bbc merlin #also I KNOW that i've forgotten some blogs here. i can feel it #so if i didn't include you please don't think that you're not a friend. you definetly are and it's my ass of a brain cell that's being dumb #😭 #I hope you all have a lovely valentines day 💖 #merlinedit #ff

[prue84]

National Treasure instagram: Wool crown hat

Fandom: BBC's Merlin (post-canon, modern magic) AU AU: National Treasure Series: National Treasure instagram

A crown wool hat for a crown-allergic former king.

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Arthur might be freezing but he'll always be too proud to admit it; as (Pen)dragonlord, it's Merlin's duty to make sure his Pendragon is always warm. Right? Well, Merlin would never allow his returned king to wear an anonymous hat in a world where a crown wool hat exists.

More about the AU under the cut.

About the AU It's the 21th century and the existence of magic has been widely known since Guinevere, the last queen of Camelot, lifted the ban and had made Merlin her own advisor. With the centuries the myth of the Once and Future King has grown unchecked: Arthur Pendragon belongs to the category of the great people of history who the most have influenced the world, with the only difference that he will one day return. Magic, for a number of circumstances never verified (possibly a mix of abuse and industrialization), seems like having been drained, leaving only the passive one: charms applied to old houses or objects still works, but new charms cannot be cast and are ineffective. Immortality is a rare gift unavailable to most, but few people belonging to the world Before The Drain still live, the oldest of them born in the Late Renaissance age. Merlin, former wizard and oldest man of the world as the only one alive since the Middle Ages, is considered the world's grumpy uncle, that one parent who is a font of knowledge and tells funny stories about an otherwise serious topic like History but isn't willing to sit down and socialize with the youngsters (which means basically anyone, to him). Told to be always traveling, he imparts his knowledge almost exclusively through his blog, "Merlin's Cave". Unknown to all, though, Merlin has also a second identity under which he lives an almost ordinary life: Gaius de Bois, young professor of Medieval History at the University of Avalon, down-to-heart person, a professor much loved by his students, and, especially "nephew" of the Great Merlin. Arthur Pendragon emerges from the secluded Lake of Avalon and his return is made official by Merlin with a post on his Instagram, a photo about the two halves of a broken coin (with Merlin's and Arthur's profile) reunited. Arthur leads a quiet life, residing in Merlin's cottage on the shores of the lake, with his grumpy (not-so) former servant to protect him from meddlers and fanatics. To preserve and allocate the necessary resources to restore a conducive environment for him and his needs of Middle Ages man, he is given the title of National Treasure that grants him a monthly revenue, total coverage of expenditures and funds to restore the castle of Camelot – castle that Merlin has preserved by magically miniaturizing it and placing it in a snow-less globe. Merlin, through his social media and website, shares with the world the chronicles of how his king is adjusting to the modern times. Arthur is initially followed by paps and generally by the curiosity of the people: it's just Merlin's angry presence (and an endless stream of ordinances) that shelters Arthur from the frenzy although soon it becomes an ordinary sight to see the king going around wearing his armor and sunglasses. When Camelot is restored, it gets the status of Principality within the United Kingdom, a kind of enclave named New Camelot on which Arthur is granted absolute power: initially a city-state enclosed within the strong walls of the citadel, it grows when further lands and pastures are assigned to the principality to assure Camelot's self-sufficiency. Life in New Camelot, per Arthur's choice, doesn't reflect the innovations happened after the king's death, and the citadel will become a haven for people who wish to live a simpler life or simply unplug a bit from the modern times. With time Arthur will fully embrace the perks of modernity, thanks to Merlin (and his money) who spoils him, and he'll even get a driving license (against Merlin's will). But that's another story for another time.

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Notes Following my 2022 goals, I'm trying to clear out my finished folder (or at least pretend I'm preparing to). This one was to be released after Merlin's Instagram Profile but, since I cannot manage to finish that one (I'm missing the name for one of the IG story he keeps on the profile)... Besides, I really, really need to have this out before the winter ends.

Credits Lace Knit Crown Headband by laceandcable on Etsy ( etsy.com/it/listing/59049014 )

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Crossposted Livejournal: prue84.livejournal.com/83790.html Dreamwidth: prue84.dreamwidth.org/76069.html Deviantart: deviantart.com/prue84/art/Wool-crown-hat-instagram-903764534

#Merlin BBC #Merlin #Arthur Pendragon #Merthur #AUs (Merlin) #AU: National Treasure #Series: National Treasure instagram #Graphics

[pretty-pendragon]

Merlin Fans for BLM Masterpost

Greetings fellow Merlin fans! This is a comprehensive post of everyone who has volunteered to do commission work for those who donate to causes associated with the Black Lives Matter Movement. 

To commission a work:

1)  Make a donation to any of the causes, fundraisers, or organizations listed on this site. There are non-monetary methods of supporting listed as well.

Other ways to help include signing petitions. There are over 300 petitions listed here to sign if you live in the US, and here if you live in the UK. 

2)  Select one of the talented content creators on this post, message them to see if they are available to create the work that you would like in exchange for your donation. If they are, you must message them a screenshot or picture showing proof of donation, along with any specifics you may want that they are willing to do. 

Don’t be afraid to ask if they are willing to accept non-monetary efforts such as watching videos or signing petitions. THIS IS A SFW INITIATIVE. PLEASE, NO NSFW COMMISSIONS.

3)   Content creators will make their commissions and post them on Tumblr, tagging whomever requested the work if they want. Also available to content creators is the “Merlin Fans for Black Lives Matter” collection on Archive of Our Own that @arthurandhisswordbros was kind enough to make for our initiative. If you are able, feel free to share your works on that platform as well.

Please be advised... if this blows up, content creators reserve the right to turn down requests, as they may become overwhelmed by commissions. That said, it is important to communicate with them prior to donating. Should they become overwhelmed, content creators are encouraged to make a post on their blog saying that commissions are closed or paused, and can message me so I can update this post. 

Our hashtag will be #Merlin fans for BLM. Please DO NOT use the #BLM or #Black Lives Matter hashtags, as that will oust the voices and messages that need to be spread and amplified on that tag.

Share this post, have the hard conversations about race and white privilege with those close to you, do your part to uplift black voices in any way you can, and PLEASE continue to educate yourselves on racial inequality and the struggle of people of color worldwide. Here is a helpful list of resources on of anti-racism.

WRITERS

Requirements are 100 words for $1 | 500 words for $5 | 1000 words for $10.  Some writers may offer other word limit options. All writers are open to suggestions but do have some specializations. 

@elissastillstands: F/F pairings | Any female characters

@dumbhotbitchknightgwaine: Perwaine | Merwaine | Gwaine

@quelsentiment: [Word limit details here] Merthur | AU | Canon compliant

@arsenicandsunshine: [Ask about 1.5k for $15] Merthur | Merlin | Arthur

@penningdragons: Merthur | the Knights | Gwen | Morgana

@queennuthouse: Lancelot | Original Characters

@merlinmyrddin: [Ask about 10k for $50 (limited)]

@coconutknightshade: Modern AU | Fake/Pretend Relationship AU | Soulmate AU | Harry Potter Fusion | Avengers Fusion | Star Trek Fusion

@nicecucumber: [$1+, flexible word limit (message for info)] 

@agentlewomanandascholar: [Ask about 2k for $15-20 & 3k for $30]

@silvermyfanwy: [$10 per 1k, up to 10k (message for info)]

@aloeandredamaranth: Merwaine | Whump| Angst

@hum-my-name: Merthur | Hurt/Comfrot | Angst

@emma-d-klutz: Merthur | Comedy

@arthurandhisswordbros: [$1 per 100 words] Merthur | Merwaine

@futuralien: Merthur

@jayswing101: Merthur

@fishoutofcamelot

@highfunctioning-clotpole

@angrywitchpolice​

@pretty-pendragon

@loanmeadragon

@sdewan6

@viktorkrumn

ARTISTS

2 character minimum for artworks. All artists are open to suggestions but do have some specializations. Varying prices apply. 

@elissastillstands: [Digital drawings - $20 simple figures, $35 for complex background] F/F pairings | Any women on the show

@theredstringthatbindsus: [$5-10 for 3-5 drawings/comic] Merlin | Arthur | Gwaine

@candicewright​: [Digital drawings - $20 for simple figures, $35 for complex background]

@excusemehellohi: [$7 single character portrait, $15 two character portrait, $20 1-2 characters in upper body pose]

@schweet-arts: [$20 single character portrait, $40 two characters, +$15 for a complex background] Any characters | Merthur

@arthurandhisswordbros: [Digital art - $5 lineart, $10 shading & coloring, $15 complex background]

@theonewhonothingknows: [Digital art - $5 lineart, $10 black & white w/shading]

@ceesaltsanctuary : [$10-15 digital drawing] Merthur

@pen-dragonlord: [5 digital drawing]

OTHER CONTENT CREATORS

All artists are open to suggestions but do have some specializations. Varying prices apply.

@arsenicandsunshine: [$5 moodboard]

@harringrovetrashh: [petition signing/<$5 moodboard]

@princearthur : [$15 for 5 to 10 icons; $30 gifset] 

@pen-dragonlord​: [$10 for gifset] 

Thank you to my friend @harringrovetrashh for your involvement in the Harringrove for BLM initiative, and for helping me get this thing off the ground!

#merlin #bbc merlin #merlin fans for blm #merlin fans #merlin fandom #signal boost #let's goooooooo #please let me know if i made any serious mistakes in this post #also please lmk if you get overwhelmed

[pen-dragonlord]

BAMFMerthurweek2021

Day 3: Favorite Arthur Dual/Quest Scene

@merthurweek2021

#bamfmerthurweek2021 #merthurweek2021 #arthur pendragon #uther pendragon #merlin #merthur #merlinedit #merlin tv #bbc merlin #merlin bbc #my edit #gifs by pen-dragonlord #pen-dragonlord

[arthur-rex]

“Deep within yourself, you must find the voice that you and Arthur share.    For your soul and his are b r o t h e r s.”

~ The Last Dragonlord AU feat. dragon!Arthur (x) 

#BBC Merlin #The Last Dragonlord #AU #S2E13: The Last Dragonlord #dragon!Arthur #Merlin #Merthur #//I am useless at promos #//but I wanted to do something with this image and this quote #//so there #//*plays the dragonborn comes in the background* #v. the last dragonlord & his (pen)dragon

[cilly-murphy]

Wow this is crazy, I cannot believe it! 🤩 I never believed I would be here this day, making this follow forever. I left tumblr for good 2 years ago. I was never going to return. But then quarantine and Merlin happened to me and I was here again. I never thought this place would become again my safe haven, that I would meet so many new amazing friends and reconnect with so many old ones and become a part again of this amazing community. A HUGE shoutout to the Merlin fandom, for accepting me back with open arms after so many years of absence and being my favourite place on tumblr right now. I met so many beautiful people in this fandom and I will always be grateful for everything. Thank you all so much, for making 2020 bearable for me, for liking and reblogging my gifs, for tagging me in your amazing edits, for sending me messages, for becoming my friend, for being cursed with me, for making tumblr a great place to return to. I never believed I would hit this milestone again, thank you everyone for bearing with me and my constant fandom changes. I love you all so much and I hope we can all be here, vibing, for a long time ❤️❤️❤️

Fav blogs and people bolded, source blogs are excluded

A - D

@alfonso-cuarons @amelliwood @amypnde @anakin-skywalker @anastasia-my-darlings @and-damntheconsequences @andyhozierbyrne @angelcoulby @angiejolies @animusrox @annehathaways @anti-uther-rights @antoniosbanderas @anya-chalotra @anyataylorjoy @ariansgrande @arthurandmerlin @arwenevenstar @august-walker @baawri @bartonclinton @beccs @beckylynch @bennedict @beyonceknowless @bi-jaskier @bilosan @bimorgana @bladesrunner @bongjoonsho @borntosavethedoctor @bosemanchadwick @bradleyjizzames @brieslarsons @brolinskeep @brtycrouchjr @buffyscmmers @buffysummers @burntlikethesun @caffeinatedflumadiddlebutmerlin @candlewinds @captainheroism @captains-marvel @carrie-wilsons @captass @cardansgreenbriars @carols-danvers @carricfisher @carriefisher @castielss @castials @castielstiel @cavilhenry @chalamets @changelink @chastainjessica @cherylblossom @chloedeckr @chloezhao​ @chrishemsworht @chris-evans @cillianmurphyss @cillianmurphy @clacing @clarabosswald @claudiatiedemann @clotpolesonly @cloudsongs @cloysterbell @colewald @colinmorgans @collinear @comicbookvillain @connerys @coulter @cqllumhighway @crowleys @cypress-ess @daenerys-targaryen @dakotajohnsom @dancelot-du-lac @dani-clayton @daniels-gillies @danis-clayton @daryshkart @davidlynch @davineclaire @debatchery @deckerchloe @deforest @doctaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa @dollopheadsandclotpoles @dont-be-an-idiot-merlin @donttouchtheneednoggle @dracoharry @dragonlord-emrys @driacomalfoy @duelling @dylobriens

E - K

@ealdorcottagecore @eccleston @elenas @elirwen @elysean @emilyblunts @emmacharlottewatson @emmaiwatson @emmanuelleriva @emrysofealdor @emrysstxks @epic-sorcerer @evans-buckleys @everdeen @excusemehellohi @existenceisthis @expelliarmus @fuckthisshitimoutyall @fishoutofcamelot @florencepugh @flyingpurplepeopleeater42 @ @frodo-baggins @fy-nghariad-fy-emrys @gabriellabolton @galgadots @gayfirebender @gaypendragons @gedref @genekellys @gentlekirk @german-lauren @ghiblisdaily @ginnyweaslays @gusucloud @gwaine-loves-apples @gwaines-granny-smiths @gwen-cheers-me-up @harry-lloyds @heartsinsync @heermione @helenspreference @henricavyll @hermiione @hermionegrangers @herycavill @highfunctioning-clotpole @hollywood-movies-and-tv-fanatics @in-love-with-morgana-pendragon @inalandofmythandmerthur @ingridbergman @iriswestsallen @itslynxa @jasondilaurentis @jemmablossom @jennalouisecolemans @joel-miller @joewright @jonathanstrange @julia-the-fan @juliastiles @juliedelpy @julielilac @junemo10 @jynandor @katherine-beckett @katherynefromphilly @katie-mcgrath @katiemcgrath @keirahknightley @kilgharrahandaithusa @kingdowager @kiraslight @ksica @kylos

L - R

@lady-arryn​ @ladyofthelake​ @ladywonderlands​ @lamberts​ @lancelotdeservedbetter​ @lao-pendragon​ @lauradonnelly​ @lena-luthor​ @lenaxzorel​ @lesbianheistmovie​ @lighthouse-on-the-sea​ @lilsjames​ @lindamarieanson​ @lois-lane​ @lordvoldemortsnipple​ @loveswitch​ @lucifersmorningstars​ @lumadreamland​ @macperalta​ @madeline-kahn​ @maggierogers​ @magzneto​ @mamalazzer​ @mank2020​ @margaera​ @marlinsandthetrout​ @marthajones​ @martymcfly​ @maryluis​ @masha-russia​ @maxiemayfield​ @mayalunas​ @mazesmiths​ @mazykeen​ @meliorn​ @merlination​ @merlinemrys​ @merlinemryspendragon​ @merlinmyrddin​ @merlinn​ @merlinoutofcontext​ @merlinshutup​ @merlinsprat​ @merthurlocked​ @meteorjam​ @misha-collins @misskamala @mjwatson @monicas @moonlightsdream @morganapendragon @mouroes @mr-and-mr-pendragon @mrcavill @myellenficent @natalias-romanoffs @nessa007 @nextstopparis @niinazenik @ninetieslasher @niteskies @notations @ofkingsandlionhearts @once-and-future-dawn @once-and-future-gay @onceandfutureprat @oscar-piastri @oscarspoe @patroclusdefencesquad @paulinegrintt @pedropascals @pen-dragonlord @pendragonlefay @pendrvgon @permanentmochakisses @peterbparkers @phoebesbridgers @pinkdeer @platypus-quacks-too @playing-jim @pricingvincent @princearthur @professorlupins @quellcrist @quentintarantinos @rachelberrys @raggedymans @ramis-malek @redriotted @rimanowa @ritahayworrth @ritahayworths @riversclara @robertkazinsky @ronesweasley @rory-amy @rubyredwisp @ryan-potter

S - Z

@s-ammy @sailors-moon @samarweaving @samaraweaving @samuelljackson @sayankotor @schweetheart @screenwritr @secretdazedragon @selinas @shadowinkkk @shana-rosee @shawnspencers @shut-up-merlin @shutupmerlin @sircolinmorgan @skellydun @slyherin @smilecapsules @smolletts @sneakyboymerlin @soni-dragon @spelliarmus @splashstorm @spoken-not-written @stars-bean @steveharringtrn @steventrevor @stormbreakers @stuckwith-harry @stupidape @stydixa @sunset-curve @sunsetscurve @swanfloatieknight @teamwang @tennant @thatbluebox @thatgaywizardoverthere @thatone-nerdygirl @the-darkling @the-girl-on-the-other-side @the-once-and-future-love @thegretagerwig @thegreymoon @thenyoustoleme @thursday @tim-olyphants @time-turner @timellord @timeslord @tinyconfusion @tokissindowntownbars @tracionn @tracy-westside​ @transpendragon @tsundereslasher​ @tylerposey​ @ughmerlin​ @valdomarx​ @valleydean​ @van-dyne​ @velichors​ @villainelle​ @visenyatargaryen​ @vivienvalentino​ @waiting4thedoctor​ @waitingondhr​ @wandasmaximoff​ @wandasmaximova​ @watson-emma​ @weirwolves​ @whatthedruidscallme​ @when-hell-freezesover​ @wholove​ @winterswake​ @withered-rose-with-thorns​ @woodworms-before-breakfast​ @writterings​ @wtfisgoingonanymore​ @xrosheen​ @yarniac13​ @yennefervengerbergs​ @yenvengerberg​ @yilinglaozuhot​ @ursus-mari​ @zeindaya​

I truly hope I didn’t forget anyone, if I did I’m sorry. There were some of you who changed your urls recently and I couldn’t find you. Thank you again so much, I love you all ❤️

#50kff #follow forever #i'm so happy y'all #would never have believed i would be doing this now #thank you thank you thank you hoes you're fucking amazing! #50kff*

[merlinmyrddin]

I was tagged by the lovely @queennuthouse 💕💕

BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you’re supposed to paste it in the asks of at least 8 people who deserve it. You can tag them in a post too. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it’s sweet to know someone thinks you’re beautiful inside and out 💕💕💕 

@livingidiot @mr-and-mr-pendragon @meteorjam @arthurpendragonns @candicewright @fishoutofcamelot @onceandfutureprat @petalsbleedingbeak @ughmerlin @once-and-future-gay @mother-of-lionss @jgvfhl @gayfirebender @queerofthedagger @highfunctioning-clotpole @umi-klouh @wtfisgoingonanymore @merlinmyboy @butterbun @merlinsprat @paulinegrintt @dragonlord-emrys @pen-dragonlord @brolinskeep @doodles4doodlessake @black-rosegold @excaliburstark @elirwen @thereallytiredqueen @witchmd13 @pixelfishpineapple @silvermyfanwy @hairasuntouchedaspartoftheamazon @sharinalein @lighthouse-on-the-sea @thegreymoon @tolkienlockian @mx-warl0ck @xrocketbabydoll ⭐ and all the one that I have forgotten as my brain can only retain a certain amount of URLs ⭐💕💕💕

#❤❤

[witchmd13]

Creator Tag Meme: Top 5 of 2020 ✨

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

Thank you @shana-rosee @edwinya @little-ligi for the tag 💛💛

1. And He’s Still Left with His Hands

My first fic for Merlin and my proudest accomplishment in the fandom this year. This was the most self indulgent thing I’ve written ever. I loved writing every word and don’t think I’ve had fun researching stuff for a story like this one before.

2. Merthur x Invisible String edit

I think this was the first edit I made for merlin x folklore that I was actually proud of and had to read and watch multiple gif editing posts/videos for. It still remains one of my most favorite edits I’ve ever made.

3. Morgana x My Tears Ricochet edit

My very first Merlin x folklore edit and the first time I’ve colored gifs ever in my life. I’m still very proud of how it turned out. I kinda love the fact that I started the series with Morgana and that the first time I’ve colored gifs was of her. 

4. This gif set for my favorite merthur fanfic quote 

This edit was also one of the firsts I’ve done after starting to learn how to edit gifs. I’m very proud of it.

5. And Like the Cycle of the Year, We Begin Again as a Netflix Show edit

So notice the theme of self indulgence? this was the most self indulgent thing I’ve ever made. I love it and do believe that if I reblog it enough times, I will manifest it into existence. 

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honorary mention (cause I want to and can break the rules and you can’t stop me):

This crack video of Merlin to Uptown Funk  

arguably my proudest contribution to the fandom this year 😂

tagging: @camelotsheart @onceandfuturehimbo @shut-up-merlin @nextstopparis @forever-rewatching-merlin @ughmerlin @screenwritr @arthurpendragonns @pen-dragonlord and anyone else who wants to 

#mine #merlin #my edits #2020

[coinofstone]

Combining 4x12 and 4x13 The Sword in the Stone pts 1 and 2 into one post, no commentary tracks on either episode, unfortunately.

4x12 The Sword in the Stone pt 1

I really don't mean to question any of this homoerotic comedy gold, but why has Arthur got his chainmail on before his pants? Surely chainmail is a post-trouser application?

"No one likes to be called fat, Merlin"

Arthur sitting there moping over Gwen is the biggest self own. "I look for her in the room, and she's not there. Then I remember why." Yea cuz you threw her out you DUMBASS. Sick of TV trying to make me feel sympathy for dudes who played themselves.

Can you hear the music when you see this

Such a great shot. AND a great piece of music too.

Dear reader, you're probably expecting me to make a shit ton of hypnosis jokes, and you know, you're not wrong, but first - there is something pressing that needs to be addressed:

Behold, the most awkward handshake of all time. Eoin is literally going for his bicep instead of his forearm, what even is that?!? And poor Percival, he's got one injured dumbass hanging off him on one arm, and another dumbass trying to shake his other hand like he's never seen an arm before. It looks like he's reaching up into his armpit because of the angle 😂😂 I'm cackling watching this gif loop.

Same energy:

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THIS is why Elyan/Percival is the superior side ship:

Look at that sweet sweet chemistry. I almost always see Percival paired with Leon or Gwaine in fic and I just... how on earth can you pass this up? These two are perfect together. That LOOK Elyan gives him and Percival's giddy face as he looks over at Merlin and Arthur 😍😍😍 it looks better in the video than I can reproduce in gif

Christ, he DOES play the bimbofication well, doesn't he? "Whatever you say I'm entirely in your hands." I feel like at the time that was the line that spawned a million fanfics.

Morgana that is a magic snake, not a pen

Agravaine is so fuckin creepy. I mean I'm glad it took this long for him to go full blown creepazoid but we ALL saw it coming. Even tho he's NOT her uncle it's still gross, he's twice her age and disgusting.

How many brothers did Ygraine have anyway? Tristan I guess we'll never know but why would Agravaine really want his sister's SON dead? Fuckin royals.

Is Arthur listening for woodworm?

Why is Tristan twice Isolde's age

I miss Simpleton Arthur, but at least King Arthur looks good fighting in those tight capris

Arthur's all moody about Agravaine betraying him and Merlin is so supportive. If I were Merlin I would've been dropping "I told you so's" left and right.

What I don't get, is if Merlin knew Gwen has been in Ealdor, why has he never told Arthur this?

Gotta figure the people of Ealdor are not gonna be too happy about their village coming under attack cuz King Arthur is hiding out there. He's not even their king 😂

4x13 The Sword in the Stone part two

It's weird to have what feels like a ending moment ten minutes in

Tristan is such a dick

Won't eating moldy bread just make Gaius sicker

Hey um... how did Arthur get his clothes back? Did he keep a spare set in Ealdor? You know, for all those times he visits Hunith with Merlin? What's that you say, I'm getting fanon confused with canon again? Am I though?

Actual scene from when Merlin was telling Arthur the Bruta coda:

Omgggg the way he looks at Merlin's mouthhhhhhhhh before he goes to try and pull the sword from the stone

This is probably the second most iconic scene in the series, after the round table scene

and yes, I realize I'm going to hell for this but I can't be the only pervert watching this and thinking about how incredibly ... phallic it is.

There's a whole other level of subtext to this. Not just the phallic imagery but Merlin literally leading a doubtful Arthur to this ... performance space in front of a crowd, where Merlin is in full control of what's about to happen - and he guides Arthur through the motions, encouraging and confidence boosting, until Arthur becomes the truest version of his self. I say Merlin is in control but that's not even entirely accurate, he's only in control of releasing the sword from the stone, but that in and of itself is of no consequence; the power in this scene lies with Arthur, in his faith in himself - which is what Merlin is really helping him reclaim; the sword is just metaphor.

But am I supposed to believe that this subtext isn't intentional? Especially immediately after Merlin had Arthur in a trance-like state where he became more pliant and willing to be led?

My god if I were involved in this fandom when this was airing this episode would've made me lose my MIND.

Daaaamn Leon coming on a bit strong there but okay.

Nice to know that Morgana Pendragon, last priestess of the Old Religion, powerful Socereress and current ruler of Camelot, freezes and whimpers in terror at the first glimpse of an unexpected octogenarian in her castle.

I never watched any cast interviews beyond the SDCC panel that was in the S3 extras but I really want to know where that little laugh Old Man Merlin does came from. That little 'heh' is just the greatest thing ever, I'm dying to know if he based that on anyone or anything in particular.

Hey remember in S2 when Morgana got a whole bunch of hairbrushes for her birthday? Bet she wishes she knew where those had got to now.

This brief moment between Gwen and Arthur is actually perfect. Arthur has for so long gone been brooding about how he loves her but he's angry, even though we, the audience, know he has no business blaming her, none of the fucking characters do, including Gwen. But Gwen has also been through a lot, and he's given her zero benefit of doubt the whole time. So watching her march up to him and angrily tell him that she still loves him, then walking away without letting him speak - him, the king, her, leaving the 'tho God knows why since you behave like such an ass' unsaid at the end. It's really a beautiful, perfect moment.

Arthur: what happened to you, Morgana?

Morgana:

We love a mirror corridor fight scene

Percival and Elyan tho 😍😍

"Hold me"

No parallels there, nope, not at all.

Arthur: will you marry me?

The castle staff: christ, not again

Merlin's got himself a new coat for the occasion and everything!

Why is it that Merlin never checked on Aithusa? Never even asked Kilgharrah about her? You'd think he would've felt some kind of obligation, as the last Dragonlord, towards her. Yes I'm going with 'her' don't @ me it's hc.

As per usual, if there's anything worth commenting on in the special features for S4 I will create a separate post.

#bbc merlin #bbc merlin spoilers #merlin #merlin spoilers #merthur #onceandfuturerewatch #4x12 #4x12 the sword in the stone #4x12 the sword in the stone pt 1 #bbc merlin 4x12 #merlin 4x12 #4x13 #4x13 the sword in the stone #4x13 the sword in the stone pt 2 #bbc merlin 4x13 #merlin 4x13 #the sword in the stone

[clotpolemerlin]

Thanks for the tag @dragonlord-emrys! These are always cute

nature

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people/life

| plane or boat | street food or restaurant | spontaneous or planned | adventure or relaxing | night in or night out | road trip or plane rides | resort or cruise | library or farmers market | matching socks or mismatched socks | sweaters or loose sleeves | optimist or realist | early bird or night owl | creative or analytical | comic or novel | movie or book | secret library or secret garden | city or suburbs | condo or cottage | hot-air balloon or helicopter (I'm afraid of heights) | villa or cabin | candlelit dinner or breakfast in bed | teacups or coffee mugs | postcards or letters | home-cooked meals or restaurant meals | pens or pencils | fiction or nonfiction | embroidery or knitting | baking or cooking | turtlenecks or t-shirts | feeling hot or feeling cold | quilts or comforters | throw pillows or throw towels | gold or silver | warm colors or cool colors | fairy lights or lamps | comedy or horror | flats or heels | sleep in or early riser | night light or pitch black |

food

| smoothie or milkshake | scones or biscuits | cinnamon rolls or coffee cake | cake or pie | sweet or savory | spicy or sour | fresh roast or tea bags | white bread or brown bread | peanut butter or jelly | jam or marmalade | sweet corn or peas | maple syrup or golden syrup | chocolate or strawberry | ice-cream or gelato | sour cream or crème fraîche | danish pastries or french pastries | oatmeal or cereal | bagels or croissants | gingerbread or fruitcake | iced drinks or hot drinks |

music

| high tempos or easy listening | ballads or beats | orchestral or choral | lyrics or instrumentals | headphones or speakers | festivals or raves | apple music or spotify | solo artists or bands | karaoke or dance party | classical or pop | rap or r&b | playing an instrument or freestyling a dance | piano or violin |

I tag: @gremlinbehaviour @ohanahoku-ao3 @rusty-pulley-stars @a-drop-of-magic @thatgaywizardoverthere and @butterbun

No pressure to do it!

#tag game