Keep Rubbing It In, Thank You Very Much.

Kilgharrah doesn't wear pants because they'd be on fire

@eowynlyra you inspired this

"I have a secret."

Arthur looks up from a report and glances across the room absentmindedly to Merlin holding a dagger he was polishing in his lap as he watches Arthur with a tilt of his head.

Arthur huffs a laugh, "Is it that you're secretly a girl?"

Merlin's lips tick upward for just a moment before continuing his stare.

Arthur watches him for a few moments, and then puts his quill down.

"You have a secret." Arthur repeats seriously.

Merlin just smiles, a small one, "I have a secret. It's an important one. But I can't tell you the secret. And I can't tell you why I can't tell you."

Arthur squints his eyes as Merlin looks down to keep polishing.

"Are you in danger?"

Merlin pauses to think which makes Arthur clench his fists in worry, not that he'd say that.

"...I suppose," He says slowly, thinking over his words, "But it's to my understanding- at this time at least -that it's no more or less dangerous for me whether you know or not. I do think it may be more dangerous for you if you know though."

Arthur hums and watches Merlin's face but sees nothing but earnestness as they meet eyes across the room.

"And why do you tell me this?"

Merlin just smiles again, but bigger this time, "I've decided I trust you with it. I trusted you before of course," he add hurriedly as if Arthur would ever think otherwise,

"But I just realized that I trust you with this, too. And this is something I've never trusted anyone enough to share it with- before I mean. And if it comes up, well, I'd rather be able to tell you that I can't tell you then to lie to you. So, this is me telling you there's a secret."

Arthur looks thoughtfully before raising one eyebrow along with a ghost of a smirk on his face, "So you have a secret you can't tell me. But you trust me with it. When do I get to hear the secret?"

Merlin leans his head on his hand as he looks sideways at him impishly, "I will tell you no lie if you ask."

Arthur hears the unspoken words bright as day:

I'm not going to say anything by myself cause I don't think it's time yet, but I will tell you the truth regardless if you so choose.

Arthur hums to himself before nodding once and then twice, ignoring the giddiness in his heart.

Picking up his quill again, he says, "You missed a spot," so he can hear his manservant squawk from across the room, "I'm not finished yet, you prat!"

They meet gazes one more time with matching fire in their eyes and grins on their faces before resuming their activities.

It's nice to be trusted.

Queen, King, Knight

For @merlintarotfest

procrastinating homework hard rn so i redrew a part from a discontinued wip

Today, Merlin walks next to the road along the lakeside.

Every other day, he pauses and looks at the monument. He studies the water, looking for anything out of the ordinary. A sign, a relic, any change at all.

Today, Merlin did not look for Arthur.

He knew that today would be no different than any other. There would be no king waiting for him on the shore. So he took a deep breath, and continued walking.

Today, for the first time in 1500 years, Merlin gave up on his destiny.

But Arthur had not given up on him.

You know, when I first saw this I thought face masks, like to clean your pores face masks, where meant. I was slightly confused

Unintended Benefits of Face Masks*

vaguely sinister

strangers don’t crowd my space

big Fuck You to facial recognition tech (which is dangerously out of hand)

easier to shoplift price gouged items (not that i do that but. i would probably do that.)

am painfully aware i should be brushing my teeth more

*no panic buying!!! leave these on the shelf for people who need them (people who might be contagious, high risk workers, medical personnel etc). 

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Story Idea: After 999 consecutive terms as Hell’s first and only president, Lucifer decides to step down, putting the entire netherworld in a panic about who will replace him.

At the same time, a recently deceased PR manager who sold her soul to a demon in her youth finds out the rights to her soul have been sold many times and she is now the property of a low-level government clerk who got her as a gift.

Seizing on the opportunity, she decides her meek and introverted new owner should be the next president of Hell. And she’s gonna make it happen.

aight its time to clock out for a bit. im tired, this has me tired. im gonna draw some dragons getting their heads stuck in things. someone give me some ideas 

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