#young morgana pendragon

[daisymintt]

Young Morgana: Me first! Me first!

Young Leon: Why should you be first?

Young Morgana: Because I'm a lady. That's why.

Young Leon: Oh, you're not a lady.

Young Arthur: You're nothing but a sister!

[elainiisms]

i support ALL evil women!!! i support the ones who are evil and don't try to hide it, embracing their depravity and cunning, AND i support the ones who are evil and won't even admit it to themselves, who cower behind false notions of righteousness to excuse their sins, who justify every wrongdoing and absolve themselves of all blame because they cannot face their guilt (OR lack-thereof)

[ghostampire]

hell's gonna be hot

[gldnstrngs]

does anyone else think about the fact that colin morgan was the youngest of the main cast bc i do… like whenever i see the behind the scenes of s1-s3 merlin im always crying bc its so obvious and the rest of the cast rlly adored him for it😭😭😭😭

[chemicalarospec]

one thing I've noticed so far about Merlin is that everyone in this show is attracted to each other?? Epic bisexual polycule potential.

[yourfavecharacterisqueer]

no one prepares you for the biggest jumpscare when rewatching in s1e1 of merlin that is arthur and morgana flirting. i screamed at my laptop ‘that’s your sister/brother’ and then i remembered that morgana doesn’t find out until s3e5 and arthur doesn’t find out until s3e12…

[runboybeneaththemoon]

Yesterday I read this fanfic and I'm literally obsessed, so I made some fanart for it (if the author has tumblr tell me pls)

[your-local-asylum-escapee]

I found this as a draft in my notes app and I think I was having a panic attack and brainrot when I made this but here it goes

basically a list of odd but obvious similarities from the tv series Merlin and Good Omens BBC

​tragic little gay men

​blonde-haired dude and dark-ish-haired dude

​one of them has blue eyes

​the other tries to hide their real eye color which is yellow/gold

​in the fics, the dude with yellow/gold eyes are kinda insecure about their eyes but the dude with blue eyes loves it about them and always compliments them

​they kinda come from different backround/have a different status

​there's this kid with blue eyes that they originally wanted to kill but didn't in the end

​also the kid was very important on the ending somehow

​in the end of the last season the dude with blonde hair leaves the other

​and in the fanfics/edits the dude with the dark hair is VERY sad that the other is gone and is still waiting for them to come back but also kinda wanna forget about them

​the fandom collectively agrees that the dude with gold/yellow eyes is genderfluid

​its kinda grumpy x sunshine

​the dude with darker hair has a nickname/pet name for the blonde dude that the fandom finds adorable

​the dude with darker hair's name is kinda related to a type of bird

​also there's this witch with dark hair and at the first few episodes we kinda don't know if she's a good or bad

​oh and she also kinda see/knows the future somehow (?)

[bee-birb]

drew the youngins, merlin, arthur, and morgana

might draw gwen later idk

[sirleonthelongsuffering]

only my (bbc) arthur pendragon fans completely understand why wille is behaving like that this season . there's so many layers to it and they are one and the same

[nerdyfangirlingbooks]

I've had a stupid merlin au idea stuck in my head for days now and I know I'll never get around to writing it the way I want it written but I kinda wanna try anyway even though I am 100% of the target audience

[daisymintt]

Young Morgana: [Sitting on the piano] I'm ready, Maestro.

[Young Arthur slides on the keys, and Young Morgana’s finger is pinched]

Young Morgana: Ow! Uther, he did it again!

Young Arthur: Tattletale.

[elainiisms]

lesbians who are just off the rails crazy insane... very dear to me

[kyliemilne]

Acting Scenes that Give Me Fucking Chills Man Part 7

Kate Winslet and Leonardo Dicaprio as Rose and Jack in Titanic

Dylan O'Brien as Mitch Rapp in American Assassin

Rafe and Kie team up

Nathan's cruelty to Lucas

Gwen Sentenced to Death

Finn V.S. Puck

Sam almost Drowns

Landon v.s. Dean

Hayley, Klaus and Elijah try to save Hope

[gldnstrngs]

omg hal and i were talking about leon and morgana as a ship and how that would go in a fic redemption fic. hal says, and i quote,

“and like a fic where she redeems herself and comes back like maybe she changes before she does something too bad and everyone’s gradually forgiving her— even merlin who loves arthur with the ease he breathes; loves him like oxygen, even that merlin is gradually working with morgana — but leon? he just cant forgive her for abandoning arthur”

girl if u dont write the fic rn istg i WILL slap u the next time i see u (as in tomorrow so BE. SCARED.) @inamagicalhallucination

[celebrimbormylove]

Sounds Beyond the Night

Hi, this is my first fic here and I think the rest of my works will continue to be about Celebrimbor as I am hopelessly in love with him. Anyways, enjoy!!! Let me know what you think of it!!!

Thank you @morganas-pendragons for being my sounding board <3

~ Kez

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“A sound so beautiful, it could make your heart race. Do you think such a thing exists?”

His words echoed in your mind while you were practicing an old piece of music. As a young elf, you enjoyed playing the flute whenever you had free time. This, unfortunately, stopped when you became old enough to truly immerse yourself in your studies, but your love for it never faded. It was the only thing that helped you clear your mind and yet, here you are. Unable to focus on your playing because of him.

 The great Elven master smith, Celebrimbor, was floating around your mind, effortlessly. You could spend your days thinking about him and it wouldn’t even bother you. Except for the fact that he barely knew of you. You had spoken once, and he had asked you a question that left you to feel beyond confused. Oh, how you wished to be closer to him. It seemed to be an impossible feat, as you were practically in two separate worlds. But still, your heart yearned for him.

“Did you forget how to play?”

The playful words from your dear friend, Elrond, snapped you out of your thoughts. You were so deep into your own mind that you didn’t see him approach, nor did you hear him call your name earlier. 

“I am perfectly fine, thank you very much.” You stood up and dusted some stray leaves off of your dress. Elrond seemed to always be there right when you needed him the most. While you could usually tell him anything, you found yourself unable to share the contents of your heart. Elrond looked up to Celebrimbor, and you feared that your feelings would make him uncomfortable.

“Yes of course, staring blankly into the distance is no doubt how you play the flute. Something is on your mind, is it not? Tell me.” He crossed his arms and attempted to give you a stern look, but it came off more as a look of concern. He always knew when you weren’t fully yourself.

“I cannot tell you.”  You avoided his gaze, as you knew it would break you. He frowned and turned slightly away from you, thinking of ways to get you to talk.

“Very well. I will let it go for now, seeing as I need your help.”  

“What do you need?”

“Follow me.”  Without even giving you a chance to respond, he started making his way down from the hill you stationed yourself at. You quickly grabbed your belongings and followed him, curiosity flowing through you as you did so.

“I need you to- oh hurry up would you.”  He was walking quickly and you had so many things to carry, hardly a fair thing for him to ask of you at that moment. “I am walking as fast as I can, now tell me what you need.”  You had managed to catch up to him, so you could converse without having to shout.

“I have to ask Lord Celebrimbor for a favour, and I need you there for moral support.”

You stopped dead in your tracks. Admiring him from afar was one thing but now, your dear friend was asking you to be in the same vicinity as the man who could cause you to forget how to breathe. 

Noticing you had stopped, Elrond turned around with a confused look on his face. “Y/N? What is bothering you?”

You took a deep breath and tried to regain your composure. “Elrond, I have spoken to Lord Celebrimbor once. I do not believe I will be of any help.”

Elrond laughed and gently grabbed your arm. “Come Y/N. I know what it is that stops you. This is both for me and you. Trust me.”

You could not find the words to argue with him so you allowed yourself to be pulled along, towards the tower where Lord Celebrimbor was. The closer you got to it, the more nervous you became. Elrond, seeing this, gave you a comforting smile as he opened the doors and ushered you inside.

“Lord Celebrimbor, might I speak with you for a moment?”

Elrond’s voice rang throughout the room and the Elven smith walked out from behind a pillar to greet him.

“Ah, Elrond! How good it is to see you! And you have brought Y/N!”

He…knew your name? You had only spoken to him once, and you had not mentioned your name. So how on earth did he know it?

“It is a pleasure to see you again, my lord.” You bowed your head, which was both out of respect and to avoid his eyes.

Elrond began telling Celebrimbor about his project, which left you to casually wander through the room. There were many scrolls, both stacked neatly and tossed around, and a wide variety of tools could be found in every corner of the room. It was amazing how the line between chaos and order was so clear.

“Y/N? Are you listening?”

You spun around quickly and stared blankly at Elrond. Apparently, his conversation had included you at some point. “So sorry, what do you need me to do?” You made your way over to the two, still avoiding Celebrimbor’s eyes.

“I need you to keep Lord Celebrimbor company while he works on this project for me. I fear it may bore him at some point.”

Upon hearing this, you decided to finally look at Celebrimbor, who was smiling fondly at you. As you stared into his eyes, you could see his brilliance shining through them. You wondered why you had avoided his gaze for so long, when his eyes were the most captivating thing you had ever seen. 

“Would that be alright with you, Y/N?” Elrond, while waiting for your answer, gave you a small smirk as he knew exactly how you felt. He had known for quite some time now, but wanted to give you the chance to tell him yourself. Seeing as you never did, he decided to take things into his own hands.

“Yes, of course.” 

“Wonderful! I will return in a week or so to check in on the progress.” Elrond bowed once more and left. Which meant that you and Celebrimbor were now alone. In his forge. It then dawned on you that you had no idea how to keep him from getting bored. In fact, you weren’t even sure if he ever got bored. He loved his work, that was clear to everyone.

“Forgive me, my lord, but I do not know how Elrond wished for me to help you. I doubt you find your work boring, no matter what it is you are making.” 

Celebrimbor had already begun working, so he did not look at you as he spoke.

“Elrond tells me you are quite talented with a flute. Perhaps you could play something?”

Ah, your flute. The flute that you promised yourself you wouldn’t play for others until you were confident enough in your abilities again. Elrond knew of this promise, and it seemed as though he had thought of a way to make you break it.

“Very well. Though I should mention, I have not played in the company of others in many years.”  You thought it was best to mention this now, in case you made mistakes or forgot parts of the pieces you were about to play.

He did not reply, though he was waiting for you to begin. You stood in the middle of the room, where you previously assessed was the best spot for acoustics, and began playing the piece you knew best. You closed your eyes, thinking back to the time when you first learned it. You were told that it was a story. A story about the stars, how they shined so warmly and yet, were so cold. How they reflected in the still waters of the night, almost close enough to touch. A song of love and yearning. 

The sound of gems falling onto the ground caused you to stop mid-song. You opened your eyes and quickly looked to where Celebrimbor was working. He was sitting now, his head in his hands and the gems he was previously inspecting, scattered across the floor.

“My lord? Are you alright?”

You placed your flute on a nearby table and quickly rushed to his side. Fear crossed your mind, as you knelt down beside him, gently pulling his hands away from his face. What you did not expect was to meet his eyes, beautiful as ever, yet filled with tears. 

“It was you? All this time?”

“What do you mean?” You stared up at him, confusion written across your face. As far as you knew, you had never played for him before.

He took your hands into his own, staring so deeply into your eyes, you felt as though he could see through your soul. “In the quiet hours of the night, I often find myself strolling through the city, trying to relax my mind. Though lately, I have heard the sweetest sounds, flowing through the night sky and towards the stars. I have heard a sound that I believed to have been blessed by the Valar themselves.”

You were at a loss for words. To hear the man you loved and admired speak so highly of your playing, it made your heart weak. You could no longer stay upright, so you decided to lay down flat on the ground.

“I have seen many beautiful things in my life, yet none compare to this sight before me.”  He couldn’t help but to admire you, as the gems that were once scattered meaninglessly were now surrounding you, like a halo of jewels. He felt as though he had seen the universe in this one moment. Nothing would ever compare to you, to your pure, raw beauty. 

There was no way for you to hide your face from him, as you began to blush from his words. He was staring down at you as though you were his best work. His most prized piece. His every word made your head spin.

“I wish I could see this for the rest of my years.”

“You can. If it is what you truly wish for.”  When you finally spoke, it was no more than a whisper. His eyes widened at your words, and he slowly slid off of his chair, kneeling down beside you.

“You would stay with me?” His voice was soft and gentle, like a summer night’s breeze.

You sat up so you could face him properly. Never in your life would you have imagined yourself in this situation. You face, mere centimeters away from his, as he poured his heart out to you. 

“I would stay with you, until the very end.”  You leaned in closer to him, closing your eyes as you rested your forehead against his. “My love for you would be the very blood rushing through your veins. It would be the air in your lungs. No power in this world, nor any other, could possibly take me away from you.”

You could feel his body relax as he wrapped his arms around you, holding you as though he was afraid of losing you. He pulled his face away from yours briefly, to bask in your beauty once more, before he gently held your face in his hands and kissed you.

If the Valar had ever decided to bless him, it was at this moment. Where he felt as though the universe had shifted and stars had aligned. He had many accomplishments in his life, but none of them ever made him feel the way he did now. 

In the middle of the room, where you were safe in each other’s embrace, the world seemed to be at peace, even if it was only for a moment. For he had you, until the end of his days.