Elveatas

Did some subtle fanart for class once. Maybe too subtle… Honestly, I don’t know how identifiable it is without knowing it beforehand lmao.

If you're a writer you're supposed to write a lot of bullshit. It's part of the gig. You have to write a lot of absolute garbage in order to get to the good bits. Every once in a while you'll be like "Oh, I wish I hadn't wasted all that time writing bullshit," but that's dumb. That's exactly the same as an Olympic runner being like "Oh, I wish I hadn't wasted all that time running all those practice laps"

Art for Lovechild by Elveatas

It feels amazing to finally post this fic and therefore finally be able to show the world the amazing art made by @h-l-w !!

Despite how bad I feel for taking so long to finish this fic, I feel so blessed when I look at this amazing artwork.

Here's a little summary, in case some of you are wondering what this fic is about: It has been six months since both Merlin’s magic and his pregnancy were revealed, and six months since he was locked inside an opulent guest room turned prison cell. Arthur hasn’t been to visit him – not once – despite the fact that the child Merlin is carrying is his, and Merlin still doesn’t know whether an execution awaits him on the other side of his pregnancy. If he even survives it, that is. Because it has also been six months since Merlin’s magic was locked away by iron cuffs, and the strain is making him weaker by the day. Tired of waiting and deciding that he can’t allow an innocent baby to grow up in a Camelot that hates magic, Merlin strikes a deal with Agravaine that will ensure the safety of his unborn child.

Colin Morgan at the World Premiere of Long Day’s Journey Into Night

memory of a name

Chores <3

The Queen's Champion for @magicalmischel

Round Table Gift Exchange 2024

the curse is lifted! you are no a beast no more! congratulations! but you'll never forget the way they looked at you, will you.

While the text above sounds omnious, I know a few too many monster fuckers...

Arthur !!! nothing else to add

My first meme from 2021 ;w;

Grounding techniques don't really work for me especially in public... "five things I can see" I see a bunch of people pissing me off

“From now on,” Arthur declared. “This is where I judge you. Whatever you do from this point forward is how I will choose to remember you being. Because this isn’t just a second chance, this is a second life. We have all gone through entirely different things – we’re separate people. Yes, we can learn from the past, but only so we can plan for the future.

This is where the cycle ends."

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS

WHO IS USING THIS

AN APP??? THEY HAVE A FUNCTIONING WEBSITE

THE LAST FUNCTIONING WEBSITE

Reminder that ao3 does not have an app. Any apps you see are third party and are making money off of the writers without their consent. They’re also probably harvesting your data. Do not support this garbage.

Louder so people don't quick-scroll:

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s1ep13 merlin, believing he will be dead by morning, goes to say goodbye to arthur and he leans against the door of arthur’s chambers and watches the glow of the fire light his skin golden, full of color and life that it had been sorely lacking while the prince was injured. he stares at the softness of arthur’s features and pressed the line of his profile into memory for while he passes he will wish for nothing more than to see arthur one last time, his smile and blue eyes one last comfort before he passes on to the otherworld. arthur turns to stare at him and frowns at whatever expression merlin is making. the prince kicks a weak foot out at the chair next to him and motions for merlin to join him. merlin slowly shuffles over but ignores the chair completely. he stops in front of arthur who watches him with wary confusion. the tug of his lips and the furrow of his brow sickeningly endearing and merlin allows himself to be selfish and leans down to press his lips to arthur’s.

the prince is sat frozen under merlin’s touch but he can’t find himself to care much about that, not when he finally knows what it feels like to kiss arthur. he hopes that will be his last sensation before the ever consuming nothing, he hopes he will close his eyes one last time only to find arthur grinning at him and calling him an idiot before leading him into paradise where he can watch arthur smile, hear him laugh, and feel his touch for all eternity. he pulls away and leaves before arthur can gather himself to form a response, dropping the letter explaining everything on the table as he passes. so he allows himself to be selfish twice - to take from arthur and to give, to let himself know what is feels to kiss the man, to embrace his feelings for him, and to have the man know him for who he truly is. he wishes to pass peacefully with no regrets. somehow that revolves entirely around arthur.

only…he survives the whole ordeal and yeah has a gnarly scar on his chest but is otherwise fit to return to his duties. which include taking care of the prince. of arthur. who he kissed. and who most definitely know about his magic by now. yeesh.