#merlin stitched

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is there a word for when you're a masochist but you need to be able to fight back about it. like you can only have sex with me if you defeat me in single combat first.

[klikandtuna]

A Christmas gift for a friend! She named her cat after the wizard 🔥 We also both have Merlin tattoos!

100% self-drafted, stitched 2-over-1 on 18-count Aida.

[hoopoo09]

Once Upon a Studio was SO GOOD.

Seeing everyone all together again *Chef's Kiss*

Mickey looking at Walt's picture the way he did literally almost made me cry.

And Oswald was there :D

And the song at the end.

10000/10 you should definitely go watch.

[ghost-monkeyy]

A lil Merlin cross stitch for a friend's birthday hehe

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Some days I'm Dolma or Dragoon. Basically I'm an old crockery hag is what I'm saying.

[0lollipop0]

Elizabeth, Meliodas and Merlin - Episode 21 Season 4 (Stitch)

“She abandoned her form as a little girl, and recreated herself as an adult woman.”

“Then stopped the time that coursed through her.”

“All in the hopes that she could win over Meliodas’ heart forever.”

“But that hope”

“was taken away in an instant.”

“by Elizabeth of the goddesses.”

“Shock. Sadness. Anger. Jealousy.”

“Young Merlin was assailed by the dizzying maelstrom of emotions.”

“Even so,”

“she could not bring herself to hate the two of them.”

[fourturtleloved]

More Dreamlight Valley Shenanigans

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I eat cake because it's someone's birthday somewhere today – Anon

[librathefangirl]

Thinking about the way Meliodas saved the other Sins but how they also saved him makes me so unwell…

Like he literally saved them from misery, punishment and/or death. We know for a fact that both Diane and Escanor was facing death sentences when he intervened. Ban had already been executed many, many times. None of them had happy lives. They were seen as criminals and monsters.

Then Meliodas came. He took them in, and he didn't just give them a purpose but also a place to belong. Somewhere where they were seen as comrades.

And they saved him too, probably without even realizing. Meliodas came to Liones after Danafor. He had just lost everything. He'd been unable to save anyone from the attack. He'd had to watch Elizabeth die, again. He was the one who destroyed the kingdom. Afterwards there were rumors of how he caused it all; a guilt which he probably already carried himself. We see in the trial and the flashbacks how close to breaking he really was. He'd watched Elizabeth die again and again and again, and he couldn't stand to do that anymore, but he also didn't know how to stop it all.

Then he came to Liones and Bartra had his vision and Meliodas and Merlin gathered the other Seven Deadly Sins. Meliodas got a purpose that wasn't just keeping Elizabeth alive. Something concrete, something he could work towards. I think in some ways, they gave him hope, that there could be an end to his and Elizabeth's suffering. They also gave him people that he could trust and that cared for him.

Then they all got fucking separated and isolated for 10 years...

[cherrykitkat]

nobody:

merlin entertainments: I'm gonna make a behind the scenes scaremaze system so upsetting

[arrthurpendragon]

@techs-stitches - definitely didn't whip this up super super quick. lol. BUT if you write her, I'll make a better poster! lol

[clockspur]

He’s totally a fox.

Totally.

[chadsuke]

watched lilo and stitch with my 5th graders today and i cannot express how absolutely fucking out of their mind they went when i told them there was a second movie

[sticks-and-stones-are-great]

Mediwhump May - Stitches

(BBC Merlin)

@mediwhumpmay

Merlin didn’t know how long he had been hiding in the thorn bushes. The shouts of the bandits and their crunching footsteps in the snow had long died away. But he dared not move. He could not move. 

The deep wound in his thigh made it impossible.

Merlin shivered. The sun was going down.

The frigid, wet snow has soaked deeply into his clothes, contrasting with the hot and sticky blood oozing from his leg. Merlin sighed. Closed his eyes for only a moment. Just a moment. He was so tired.

So tired.

Snow had begun to fall again.

“Merlin!”

Merlin was shaken awake, thigh throbbing with fire. He gasped.

Bandits.

They were after him.

His eyes flew open and before he really saw anything, he sprang away from whatever had grabbed him. He struck out and tried to twist away from the grip on his arm.

“You idiot! Stop it!”

Merlin stopped. The voice was familiar. His vision cleared and Arthur’s face swam into view, cheeks pink with cold.

“What are you doing here?” Arthur’s voice was entirely too loud. The bandits would hear. They would find them. And Merlin was too tired to protect Arthur.

Merlin opened his mouth to warn Arthur.

Prince Arthur stuck his torch upright in the ground and began to haul his manservant to his feet, dusting snow from his clothes. “We have been looking for you for hours. What are you doing napping in a bush? In the snow?”

As soon as Arthur let go, Merlin crumpled, pain flaring in his leg. He gasped as he hit the ground. 

“What is wrong with you now?”

“Leg.” Merlin whispered. 

Arthur didn’t try to pick him up this time but instead brought the torch closer to examine Merlin’s leg.

“You’re hurt.” A rough gloved hand probed the wound.

Merlin jumped and cried out. “Yes.” He panted. “Bandits… attacked me while I was-”

“Gathering herbs for Gaius.” Arthur finished, removing his hand quickly. “I know, he asked us to look for you when you didn’t come back. This is still bleeding, Merlin, we should- What should we do?”

Merlin saw Arthur looking at him for help, eyes wide, face white. Arthur was scared. Arthur didn’t know what to do.

Merlin swallowed and nodded, trying to focus. What would Gaius do?”

“I’m cold and-”

Before Merlin had finished speaking, Arthur had taken off his cloak and wrapped it around Merlin’s body.

Merlin smiled a little at the warmth and closed his eyes. 

“And?” Arthur prodded him. “What else?”

Merlin opened his eyes again. “The wound, I need to look at it. Either bind it or sew it. Got to… got to clean it.”

“Can’t I just get you back to Gaius?” Arthur frowned. “He can fix you up.”

“No.” Merlin shook his head, the world spinning a little. “No, it’s still bleeding. I might not get back in time.”

“In time for what?”

Merlin gave Arthur a look. 

Arthur met his gaze then nodded. “Right, yes, dying. Sorry.”

“Obviously.” Merlin sighed. He thought a moment more. “Can you start a fire?”

“It’ll be difficult with the snow.”

“I know.”

“I’ll do it.” Arthur got up. “I’ll get kindling. Don’t die while I’m gone.”

Merlin huffed out a laugh. “I’ll try.” He tried to put pressure on the wound and winced in pain.

Merlin drifted a little. Arthur came back pretty quickly and using the flint that Merlin carried in his bag, started a little campfire. Merlin finally began to warm, the feeling returning to his fingers and toes.

“Better?” Arthur asked, finally sitting down nearby.

Merlin nodded.

Arthur leaned forward. “Now what?”

Merlin swallowed hard. “I need to look at the wound, close to the light of the fire.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Arthur stood up again and helped Merlin slide closer to the fire. 

“Thanks.” Merlin grunted and looked down at the slit in his pant-leg, dark with blood. “Do you have a knife so I could-”

Arthur leaned forward and just ripped the pant-leg open, revealing Merlin’s thigh and the ugly, oozing wound.

Merlin sighed. “Thanks again.”

“No problem.” Arthur looked at the wound. “That looks bad, Merlin.” His voice had become tight.

“I know.” Merlin opened his bag and began to dig around. “I think-... I think I have to suture it.”

“Like sewing? What are you going to use for needle and thread out here, idiot? I should have taken you to Gaius.”

Merlin held up his small sewing pouch under Arthur’s nose.

“What’s this?”

“My sewing kit.” Merlin smirked a little.

“You carry a sewing kit everywhere you go? You are such a girl, Merlin.”

“A prepared girl.”

“You have me there.” Arthur admitted. 

Merlin unrolled the pouch and pulled out the roll of gut and a curved, sharpened fish bone. His trusty needle. He’d made it last summer and was rather proud of it.

Merlin prepared the needle and thread and sat up against his bag and Arthur’s rolled up cloak. This was the best view he was going to get of the wound. Merlin raised the needle.

“Wait, wait.” Arthur stopped him.

“What?”

Arthur gestured towards the wound. “Is that it? You’re not going to clean it? Or take something for the pain?”

Merlin frowned. “Arthur, Prince Dolt, we are in the middle of nowhere. There’s nothing to clean it with. And I have no herbs for pain, nor any way to prepare them. My main concern is just not to lose enough blood that I die. So I will suture this. Bind it. And then we can get back to Gaius for the other things. Understand?”

Arthur had gone a little pale, but nodded. 

Merlin took a breath and began to sew.

The first suture was awful. The second was worse. 

Well, they were very neat. Gaius would be proud. But they hurt so much on top of the fiery pain of the sword wound. 

The third made sweat bead on Merlin’s forehead and upper lip. The fourth had him panting.

In the middle of the fifth, Arthur asked. “Does it hurt?”

Merlin didn’t take his eyes off his work and couldn’t really form words. He had just enough energy to grunt.

“Right, sorry.” Arthur kept quiet after that.

The sixth made the blood drain from Merlin’s face. He stopped counting after that. Or he lost count.

He tied off the last suture and cut the gut. Arthur pressed some strips of cloth into his hands and Merlin managed to bandage the wound, tying it with numb and blood-stained fingers. 

His whole leg throbbed. The forest spun around him. Merlin closed his eyes. 

A strong arm wrapped around his shoulders and the other supported his knees. He floated away.

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Arthur...if you don't manhandle me right this instant, I AM LEAVING! L-E-A-V-I-N-G!!