Night Watch, Ben Sledsens

Merlin/Arthur | Mature | No Archive Warnings Apply | Word Count: 100

Merlin's Magic Revealed | Merlin's Scars Revealed | Angst and Hurt/Comfort

For @merlinmicrofic with the prompt "nightfall"

As night falls Arthur learns about Merlin's sacrifices and fears for his safety

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After all was aired, once the word “lied” had been thoroughly exorcised from Arthur’s tongue, he could only listen.

Night fell and the veil was lifted from his eyes.

How could he match such devotion? He could not, he could only whisper his promises of protection, his thanks into Merlin’s skin.

Merlin wore his scars all too casually.

“They were easy,” Merlin whispered, his lips on his bare shoulder. “A small price, Arthur, and I’d pay it again.”

“No,” Arthur replied. “Never again.”  

“Fate punishes that kind of talk.”

In Arthur’s dreams, fate was Uther warming himself on Merlin’s pyre.

Winter (January, Cycle of the Months), c.1404-07 by Master Wenceslas 

Trento, Castello del Buonconsiglio, Torre d’Aquilla (The Eagle’s Tower)

life is so ruthless so i must love you as hard as i can. basically

If you have Spotify reblog this and tag what your number one song on your “on repeat” playlist is.

For Aithusa doodles, may I suggest Aithusa with her head stuck in a doughnut, or tangled up in a curtain she was hiding behind, or maybe trying to drag Excalibur off even though it's much bigger than her?

She’s so so helpful!!! (x)

“It is extraordinary that nobody nowadays under the stress of great troubles is turned into stone or a bird or a tree or some inanimate object; they used to undergo such metamorphoses in ancient times (or so they say), though whether that is myth or a true story I know not. Maybe it would be better to change one’s nature into something that lacks all feeling, rather than be so sensitive to evil. Had that been possible, these calamities would in all probability have turned me to stone.”

— The Alexiad, written by Anna Komnene, the daughter of the Byzantine Emperor Alexios I Komnenos, c. 1148.

Rebecca Sugar cooked with "Character whose entire existence is devoted to the service of another character who's now dead and now they have no idea what to do with themselves except live." I love that shit. I forged myself into a tool for you and now you're gone. I'm sniffing this like a bloodhound

Angel Barrett

More stunning art inspired by my microfic series this month 😍! Thank you again Sunfall!

Irish megalithic sites illustrated by Paul Blades.