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Another piece I’ve done for Let’s Draw Merlin! The theme for this latest round: Old Endings & New Beginnings! Those last two words made me think of children… So I give you a different ending (out with the old) in which Arthur and Gwen both live happily ever after and have beautiful babies - who, naturally, adore their “Uncle” Merlin! Now, wouldn’t a Court Sorcerer make a brilliant babysitter? Instead of hearing another bedtime story, they’d get to see more magic tricks! <3 (My Art Tag)
#do you ever notice that there’s nothing that cuts merlin deeper than death#i know that sounds like a ‘duh’ kind of statement but. this wasn’t even someone terribly close to him#not someone he is bound to#not like his mother or his friends or his king#but he does the same thing he did when arthur died#support his head#that little movement of the fingers#soothing and trying to offer whatever feeble comfort possible#merlin is magic and tied to the world and the lives and energy of the world in inextricable ways#when things are lively and vibrant it lights him to the core#but when things die he can literally feel that string being cut#a stab in his chest as real as that of any blade#merlin is life and love and when life ends#it’s always him who feels it the most (x)
And then you realize that at the end of the show, he is immortal. He outlives everyone. So basically, the thing that cuts him deepest is the thing that he will never escape: people dying around him.
Slight AU; Arthur never died.
Word count: 1101
Characters/Pairings: Arthur, Gwen, Arthur/Gwen, Mithian, Merlin, Mithian/Merlin
Just realized I never reblogged this.
You know, I’m having a hard time deciding if Merlin is a complete dork or somehow imposing in this, so I’m just going to say that he’s a dork who’s goofing off and ends up strangely successful.
You pull of everyone’s characters perfectly, as per usual. I know Mithian only has a few episodes in the whole show, but she is quite the personality despite, and you’ve gotten her down well.
The whole Merthian ship totally took me off guard in the show, because while she is minor character, and I’m no hardcore shipper or anything, there is undoubtedly chemistry there, and watching them flirt makes me snort and giggle because dorks.
This is lovely, thank you so much, m’dear!
virile and manly *ridiculous snort*
Age Study: Merlin
Several weeks ago I drew an age study of Hiccup, and I had such fun with it I decided do the same thing with Merlin.
(I am not going into withdrawals I swear) So, here we have our dearest warlock at ages 13, 19, 24, 33, and 78.
I FINISHED IT. My second ever attempt at digital painting.
I don’t think I’ve ever spent so much time on an art thing that wasn’t a school project, so I’m rather proud of myself. On that note, I have no idea how many hours I spent on this thing…. seven or eight, maybe, or thereabouts on and off.
Based off of this photo of the lovely Colin Morgan, done entirely on CS2.
I do not want to be pig-headed because I’m reblogging my own art, but I was cleaning up the art file on my computer and I found this again… Thing is, I really am very, very proud of it, and I spent a small eternity on it. I think people generally show other people the things they’re really proud of… I just hope this doesn’t come across in a conceited way?
Anyway, my follower count has more than doubled since I posted this, I believe, so I just want to stick this back out there because look guys i did a thing that is more than just sketches and doodles.
Yup. *shrinks into background*
Well since I can never remember your fandoms, I'm just gonna go with a Merlin one: percival&gwaine friendship. #spreadeth the love
Percival was the most taciturn of the knights. It was probably why he managed to keep his face neutral. “Hmm?”
"I think…" Gwaine’s head lolled, and he blinked. "I think I might be drunk."
"Yes, you are."
Percival sighed. “Come on, Gwaine.” It wasn’t much work at all for the bigger knight to haul his friend up so he could walk. It was still embarrassing because Gwaine was, in fact, so drunk that he couldn’t stand, and Percival ended up carrying him bridal style. In an utterly manly, dignified way, of course. …Only with more alcohol.
"You’re bigger than I remember," Gwaine frowned thoughtfully, his face smashed up against Percival’s chest.
Percival quirked an eyebrow. “You’d be surprised how often I get that.”
This wasn’t the first time that this had happened. Gwaine was the most jovial of all the knights, but Percival was one of only two or three souls in Camelot who knew that he was only jovial enough to cover a soul that had seen many years of troubles. When the troubles decided to show themselves, alcohol was always the answer.
Arthur knew Gwaine liked to frequent taverns. But he’d never seen Gwaine at his very lowest, the very worst. Between Merlin and Percival, he never would. But Merlin was too busy to go Gwaine-hunting at the tip of a hat, and Percival shared an unspoken pact with the servant to look out for him.
"You alright, Gwaine?" Percival asked quietly, as they walked through the dark evening, taking the long way around to the gates so no one would see one of Arthur’s closest knights so inebriated.
"Yeah," Gwaine said, and sounded like he surprised even himself. "I think I am, now." And he patted Percival’s chest when he said it.
It was a long, awkward quiet few minutes for Percival, who wasn’t constantly sure that Gwaine was still conscious. Gwaine smelt of stale beer and sweat, and his body was deadweight limp. Even with his massive arms, Percival was beginning to grow tired. But by the time they finally reached the door to the castle, Gwaine almost made it worth it when he broke his silence to say,
"You know, Percy?"
"What’s that?" Percival huffed, opening a door and holding Gwaine at the same time.
"You’re a good friend."
Percival was about to say that it was nothing, but then Gwaine added, “I’ve not got many of those, you know. I think…” He squinted. “You’re the second, I think.”
"What, in Camelot?" Percival asked, even though he knew it couldn’t be true.
"In my life."
And it made the bigger knight confused, sad, and deeply touched so that he didn’t know how to react.
"Well," He said eventually, and wondered if Gwaine would even remember it in the morning, "Even if I was number two thousand," He heaved and set Gwaine down onto his bed. "I wouldn’t be going anywhere."
"Mmm," Gwaine was falling asleep.
"You’ll be hurting like hell tomorrow," Percy observed.
"Ray of sunshine you are," Gwaine slurred, and rolled over. "Night, Percy."
The worst bit, in Merlin’s opinion, is that Arthur doesn’t even like baked beans…
(Sorry, I had to delete the original reply and repost this when I realized I’d ignored two of the words XD )
"Insouciant," Merlin offered, back turned as he flicked his pen to jot another note in his book.
"You and your big words," Arthur grumbled under his breath, and then more loudly, “Do you even know what that means?”
"Of course I do," Merlin told him, crossing his legs comfortably and reaching for the tray of biscuits Gwen had left for him (for them, actually, but Arthur was too upset to eat), “Not sure you do, though.”
"It means ‘insufferable prick-faced sorcerer who refuses to listen to his king’, doesn’t it?" Arthur growled, and then pretended to remember something: “oh, no, it can’t mean that; the word for that is just MERLIN.”