#merlin is a comfort show

[foolishandfiendish]

Sick and in bed watching BBCs Merlin when my spouse walks by and says “Merlin! Yes!”

To which I say “yeah I’ve just been really into knights lately”

Spouse looks me dead in the eyes and says “you’re always into knights”

[wikitpowers]

look! it's kit and ty! :')

gif: @theedorksinlove

[jokaarija]

BOJERE WEEK 2024 ► day 4: au free space

👑 bojere + merlin au

[holland-vosijk-antari]

[ghost-bard]

something has possessed me i think bc why am i in the year 2024 thinking about merlin/gwaine but also merlin/lancelot but also gwaine/merlin/lancelot. what have i done to deserve this

[justaz]

teehee au where merlin is beloved by like all of camelot and just has everyone wrapped around his finger (not that different from canon honestly) and one day arthur is on his way out on a mission from his father that merlin insisted he be on bc uther found out about his magic and merlin just wanted arthur far away from it so he didn’t have to witness it. uther knows that merlin cares deeply for arthur and was genuine in the compromise so he allowed it. after arthur is gone, uther orders the pyre to be built and merlin is burned before sundown.

since arthur’s mission was top secret (again insisted by merlin) no one knew where he was or how to send a message to him to let him know what was happening. the citadel is ROCKED bro like a lot of them are in shock and weighed down by grief (especially the guards and knights that were forced to follow their king’s orders). this was like the first time that almost the whole citadel knew who the sorcerer was and they all adored him. organizing happens rather quickly especially with the knights and guards turning a blind eye to the conspiring of high treason that’s literally happening right in front of them.

arthur meanwhile runs into either morgause or nimueh somehow idk and they tell him about the deal his father made and shows him the contract he signed and points out the line that states the deal calls for a life to be taken in exchange for a life made which makes it clear that his father knew somebody was to die for it. he pulls a quick 180° and dashes back to camelot, arriving in the middle of the night to see fires burning high as the rioting citizens scream and shout calling for justice and listing names that seem vaguely familiar but he cant place.

arthur, already hellbent on patricide, hears the fate that befell merlin and his rage is multiplied tenfold. he marches through the streets with tunnel vision until he finds his father who seems relieved to have his son back until he draws his sword against uther. arthur doesn’t argue or insist he draw his sword. arthur just lists his two people, his mother and his merlin, much like the rioting people outside are.

uther stops him: you look down on me for building a kingdom on blood, but that is what you’ll be doing if you kill me

arthur barely blinks: then i guess i really am your son

uther’s head is paraded around the city until morning

[dollopole]

Fanfiction post-canon AU, where Arthur does come back, but Merlin doesn’t want to help him.

I rarely see fanfictions where Merlin refuses to help Arthur, or fics where he doesn’t even remember what he looks like, so here’s my idea.

They didn’t have pictures back in Camelot, and Merlin, the more he grew old, realised that the paintings existing of Arthur, didn’t actually resemble him.

Merlin had forgotten the wrinkles around Arthur’s eyes whenever he laughed, the crooked teeth flashing at him either in a sneer, a genuine smile, or a chuckle.

Merlin couldn’t recount Arthur’s golden hair, shining like an halo under the high, yellow sun, and resembling a crown during the red sunset.

It was soft when Merlin combed it, distractingly running his fingers through Arthur’s silk strands, hoping his lord wouldn’t notice how tremulous his hands really were, how his sweat could have made knots in his soft hair, while his gulps were too loud not to resound in his large ears, red with anticipation.

Merlin had forgotten the fuzzy feeling in his tummy at the mere presence of Arthur in a room, standing proud but unsure, tall but scared, where Merlin would look at him from afar, and feel the quick rush of blood in his veins.

Merlin had forgotten Arthur’s smell, of sweat, chainmail, of the soap he used to wash himself with in the bath, after a tiring day.

He had forgotten his voice. Deep and accusatory, mocking but sweet.

A castle forgotten, people dead for too much time.

Friends, family, strangers.

A king long gone, a memory replaced by hints only, and Merlin’s chest ached, thudded as if it’d been punched from the inside, his heart trying to understand if there had ever been a way out of its ribcage.

And then, one day, as Merlin reminisced his old life, walking to the other side of a lake he had never thought he would willingly get close to again, he saw him.

Arthur was back.

And so was everything else.

Whatever they were Merlin’s lies, or his king’s, after a millennia, the warlock faintly recalled the hurt, the pain, the persecution, the death.

Merlin had lived and died, loved and hurt, healed and killed, stayed and ran, thought and changed.

He felt the call in his heart and mind, of his life in Arthur’s kingdom, of the injustices perpetuated.

Of his own hypocrisy, of his lack of wit, of his insecurity.

Of the people and magical beings manipulating him, and Merlin wrongly accused of actions he would have never had committed.

Merlin had missed Arthur, yet, deep from within his heart, he fairly thought he wasn’t ready to rescue him.

Because on top of it all, Merlin still wept at the reminder of the centuries spent in wait.

And Merlin, on a cloudy day, as mist surrounded him and the trees, green leaves dancing in the air, tiny drops of cold water splashing the warlock’s worn clothes, stood there, his beating heart in his dry throat, lean hands clutching at his bag, round eyes staring at Arthur, did nothing, as his former king emerged from the icy water, gasping and grasping at anything he could reach, moving frantically to get out of the lake, gulping, swimming, still in his shining, but old armour, wearing, on his large hands, rusty, leather gloves.

Arthur’s pale skin reflected the moving waters, as he reached the beginning of the lake, and threw up on the shore, as he had crawled to it with tired arms and legs, laid watching the wet grass underneath him.

Merlin looked at him, swallowed down, wide eyed, and trembling in his own limbs.

And after a moment of hesitation, Merlin walked away, faltering in his steps, as tears strained to keep their position at the corners of his down turned eyes, not to fall freely on the sunken cheekbones.

Merlin was too tired to do anything else.

He had waited too much.

And now, he was angry.

[noonemonitorsmyscreentime]

No, bc I swear to god that the ending of Merlin changed my brain chemistry.

Like I'm sorry, I went in watching the finale expecting a nice happy little ending and I literally had to leave my room to literally cry and wail somewhere else in the house so I wouldn't wake up my grandma who was sleeping in the next room.

I went to bed with tears flowing freely down my face. I fell asleep bc I was exhausted from crying.

The ending of Merlin was my first true heartbreak.

[acey-lacey]

When I’m watching the first few seasons, I miss the vibes of the last seasons (the knights, arthur as king, the fight against morgana, merlin and arthur protecting each other)

When I’m watching the last couple seasons I miss the vibes of the first few (merlin learning about his powers, merlin and arthur going on silly adventures, their dynamic with gwen+morgana)

And when I’m not watching the show I just miss it ALL

[streets-in-paradise]

Extremely controversial take, but peak tumblr experience for me is finding " troy is so awfull, what an unforgivable terrible inacurate movie" and then op has bbc merlin and supernatural.

[dont-let-me-eat-pears]

would another rewatch of the good place cheer me up, or would seeing manny jacinto just depress me?

[evedaser]

rewatching merlin is so wild because 80% of your thoughts will be comprised by one of the following:

"holy shit how did no one figure it out they're so unsubtle"

"HE JUST DID MAGIC IN FULL VIEW SURROUNDED BY CAMELOT SOLDIERS AND NO ONE SAID ANYTHING"

"... pretty..." (drooling, regardless of the character's moral alignment)

"wait... THAT'S what worked!!!???"

"you can't seriously have just said that"

"and you expect me to believe they aren't gay"

[lucylichtenweg]

Me: *reading a ramdom hurt no comfort or angst fic at 3 am*

Me: yep, it hurt me

Me: *going for the next one fully knowing it will hurt me again*

[fandomfaeofveryfewf4cks]

Anyone else have those fandoms where you have your otp that you go absolutely feral for. And you get so obsessed with it that when you come across a different ship, you get whiplash for a second before being like, "Oh yeah, I remember this ship." And then your heart does a thing at something cute they did, and you're like, "Oh yeah, I actually seriously ship this. Just in, you know, a slightly more sane way."

To me, it's just the difference between:

'I NEED CONTENT OF THESE TWO LOVING EACH OTHER RIGHT NOW OR I WILL EXPLODE!!!!!!!!" *aggressively smooches them together*

And:

"I just think they're neat." *tucks them in together nice and cozy, kisses them on the head, and turns out the light for them.*

.....I did say 'slightly' more sane.

[sneakyboymerlin]

Begging you all to watch the show without the m•rthur lens, because all sense of who these characters even are has been lost here.

[doomedenjoyment]

Not me starting Merlin over mid season 5 because it's a comfort show I need comforting dammit. But boy is the end not that.