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oh my god i love the percival doing a ritual to emrys. we gotta have a continuation where they find out MERLIN is emrys !

@letscatchyoulater Here is the sequel to this drabble here! Also, you guys might have already read this one, but a similar fic I have on ao3 is Have You Heard where basically the knights go around hearing dramatic rumors about Emrys while Merlin just tries and fails to correct them. Enjoy!

“...wait. What did you just call him?”

Merlin felt that ever since entering Camelot he had embraced quite a few experiences that included everything from downright terror to shuddering frustration. This though... The combination of panic and fear causing his very soul to zip out of his body so he was left with only cold acceptance... Well... That one was new.

“Emrys?” The boy repeated and blinked. “That... That’s his name.” He said, studying each of the knights carefully before turning to Merlin. “Magic is legalized.” He said as a sort of baffled explanation as to why he had practically kicked Merlin’s identity out into the open.

“Yeah,” Merlin sighed, running a hand over his face. “Yeah, it is.” He agreed and risked a glance at where the others had all turned to stare at him.

“Emrys? Like the deity Percival prays to?” Leon asked and Merlin felt himself flush slightly as he tripped over his words trying to respond to that.

“Why does he think you’re Emrys?” Elyan asked slowly. Merlin didn’t answer. After a couple beats of silence he spoke again. “...No.” He said. The druid boy nodded. “I... But... Does Gwen know?” He tried. Merlin snorted.

“Uh... No. Please don’t tell her-”

“Of course, I’m going to tell her! How can I not tell her? Merlin! You’re bloody man of myth!” He said loudly and put his hands on top of his head. “This whole time? How -?”  

“I don’t know what I was expecting.” Merlin said under his breath. He tried to get a better look at Arthur but it was hard to see his face with Percival practically hyperventilating as Gwaine worriedly patted his shoulder.

“Em... You?” He managed in a voice ridiculously high for someone so large. “I’ve been... Next to... The whole time?!” He shrieked. The druid gave a firm nod which really only added to Merlin’s growing dislike of him. “I... Was this a test? Did I pass?” He gaped and Merlin pointed a finger at him in warning. “My lord-”

"Don’t you dare!” He said loudly. Percival froze. Merlin froze. He waited, eyes narrowing slightly as he read the brief war of emotions crossing the knight’s face. “Percival...” He began and shook his head when the knight slowly reached to his side. “Don’t do it-”

“Please accept these blueberries-”

“Damnit, Percival!”

“Hey, Emmy!” Gwaine interrupted, throwing up his hands “What the Hell? We did this nice prayer and gave you some blueberries and you didn’t even keep us from getting attacked half the time? What gives?” He asked. Merlin winced a bit at the real annoyance laced in his tone before scowling himself.

“I tried my best to protect you! And I didn’t even get to eat those blueberries-“

“Well that’s your fault for not telling us that you were a nature deity or whatever the fuck you are!” Elyan snapped at him. Merlin looked at the sky. “How long were you planning on keeping this to yourself?” He asked. Merlin shrugged helplessly.

“I don’t know... Forever?”

“Forever?!” Gwaine and Elyan shouted at the same time as the druid boy’s eyes widened with the first bit of regret since this debacle started. Percival hit them both on the back of the head.

“Do not yell at him!” He hissed and then froze. “Wait... Arthur hasn’t offended you has he? He didn’t mean any of what he said-”

Oh... Oh dear God no...

“Listen,” Merlin tried to say before everyone started panicking “You said yourself that I’m human. This doesn’t change-”

“Were you testing Arthur?”

“Oh, he definitely failed.”

“Of course, he failed.”

“He failed the moment he chased him around town with a mace.” Leon added casually. He seemed to be surprisingly the most accepting of the fact Merlin was a figure among pagan theology. That was a nice change of pace... Maybe Merlin should hang out with him more -

Percival threw up his hands in pure distress.

“You chased down Emrys with a mace?!” He shouted and it was then that Merlin was able to get a good look at the king. Surprisingly, he didn’t seem... Angry. If anything he was looking Merlin over with a thoughtful eyes, ignoring the panicked yells of his knights.

“The blue light.” He finally said and Merlin’s mind flashed to years prior. “The one that led me out of the cave.” He said. Oh. Right. Merlin nodded. Arthur crossed his arms over his chest. “The questing beast.” Merlin nodded again. “The griffin. Bastet.” He continued and waited. Not knowing what else to do. Merlin nodded again. “The dragon?”

“Emrys is also said to be a dragonlord.” Percival informed them knowledgeably. Merlin gave a slight gesture to him. Arthur nodded.

“My father?”

Merlin looked down.

“I did try to save him.” He said and swallowed. Everything around him seemed to still. Looking up, he half expected to find Arthur’s sword out, but the prince was only shaking his head.

“Why?” He finally asked. Merlin wasn’t sure if he meant his father specifically or all of it. Merlin was mulling over how detailed of an explanation he wanted to give when Leon cleared his throat.

“Are you the one who also keeps saving me?” He asked and at that... Well, at least Merlin’s reaction was completely genuine.

“I legitimately don’t know how you keep surviving this stuff.” He told him. “I’ve been trying to figure it out for years. I think you might have accidentally made yourself immortal.” He told him. Leon tilted his head. Percival, on the other hand, seemed to be ready with an explanation for that one.

“A blessing from Emrys-” He whispered. Merlin glared.

“No.”

“Did you like my prayers?” He asked and Merlin felt Lancelot’s voice from the grave whispering very vocal threats if he didn’t answer this correctly. Shifting, he tried his best to give a bright smile.

“...yes.” Merlin lied through his teeth. “Though, you know, you don’t have to-”

“He hated them.” Elyan said and Merlin felt his eyes widened. “You should have given him more blueberries, Perce-”

“No!” Merlin yelled and jumped in front of Percival as his face fell. “No, Percival. They were lovely, really. I’m just not used to-”

“Did you like Darren’s better?” Percival asked sounding absolutely defeated. Merlin felt his previous alarm falter slightly to make way for the confusion.

“Darren?” He asked, trying to keep the desperation out of his voice. “Who’s Darren?” He asked and took the opportunity to hit Elyan’s arm in retaliation for being a jackass. Percival paused.

“...you don’t know Darren?”

“Should I?” Merlin asked. From where he had gone silent, the druid boy made a choking sound. “What? Who is Darren?” He repeated to the druid. Percival gave a slight ‘aha!’ under his breath which only served to confuse him more as he looked between the druid and knight in confusion.

“You didn’t hear my prayers?” The druid asked sounding scandalized.

Oh come on.

“Are you Darren?” Merlin asked and took a long breath. “I can’t actually hear you when you pray to me. Well, I can hear Percival’s because I’m physically there, but...” He trailed off and winced a little at Darren’s spluttering. “Darren, I’m sure your prayers were lovely.” He said weakly.

“But mine must have been better,” Percival cut in “Because he heard mine.”

“Does nobody care I have magic?” Merlin asked loudly. Everyone paused. Elyan and Gwaine looked at Leon who just bit his lip and looked at Arthur. Percival began shaking his head quickly.

“I’m sure I will be upset,” Arthur told him “But right now I’m trying to figure out why pagans worship you.” He said and furrowed his brows. “You look like you’re about to cry.”

...well. At least Arthur wasn’t phased by any of this.

“I don’t have a lot of experience in this, you arrogant-”

“I need you not to argue,” Percival interrupted calmly and then put a hand over his face as he looked between the two. “I can’t have Emrys and my king disrespecting one another-”

“You have your work cut out for you there, mate.” Gwaine snorted and reached into his pack to pull out a handful of berries. “Hey, if I give you these would you turn Elyan into a cow?” He asked. Merlin rolled his eyes.

“I’m not a bloody genie-”

“Yeah, you have to do a prayer with the offering.” Percival scoffed “Otherwise he won’t do it.”

“I’m not going to do it because Elyan is my friend.” Merlin said and Darren sighed.

“Ethereal beings often work in mysterious ways... Some just aren’t pleased with our sacrifices and prayers.” He said a bit dryly as his sniffed at the air. Merlin tried his best not to look annoyed for Percival’s sake.

“Darren, it isn’t mysterious. I just don’t want to turn Elyan into a cow-”

“I’ll convert if you want,” Gwaine cut in. “Percival, how do you convert to paganism?” He asked. At this, Arthur seemed to have a flicker of annoyance as he pursed his lips, eyes narrowing at Merlin.

“So you’re here to convert us all?” He asked and Merlin looked up again at the sky. “Who are you talking to up there?”

“I’m not - okay,” Merlin shouted, waving his hands. “We need to clarify some things. I’m not that big of a deal.” He said, raising his hands. “No prayers are needed. No offerings are needed. No sacrifices are needed. I’m flattered but I think there might have been something lost in translation because I’m not-”

“Lord Emrys!” Someone gasped and Merlin spun around to find a small crowd of people Merlin definitely didn’t know inching closer. No. No, no, no, no... “Look! Darren was right! It’s Lord Emrys!” They said and Merlin felt his eyes widen. Please. No. Don’t do this.

“Our prayers have been answered!”

“Lord Emrys!”

“Darren led us to Emrys!”

Merlin bit his lip. Slowly, he turned to where the druid was shuffling towards Arthur. He gave a weak smile when Merlin’s eyes landed on him.

“I, uh, got excited when I realized you were here...”

“Darren, what the Hell?”

for the love of god, write all the self-indulgent scenes you want.  be utterly  shameless about including every last fantasy.  i know everyone likes to share quotes and quips about how miserably hard writing is, but please please try thinking of it as a joyful act where you get to be a messy human who makes art rather than some pain filled quest for icy perfection.

Mercelot Week 2023!

This is my entry for the June 26 prompt: secret keeper!

In case anyone finds it helpful because mobility aids are horrifically expensive and inaccessible…

And for those people who have access to mobility devices but might benefit from a second chair they can abuse without risking expensive damage…

Erik Kondo has made a website, Open Source Innovations, that details plans for DIY wheelchairs. These wheelchairs can be made from common materials like wood, plastic, and pvc. They are lightweight and can be custom fit to the user allowing from the same degree of movement you would get from a custom chair. And they are durable and easily repairable. (he has been stress testing his latest design by dropping it down stairs, dropping it out of a car, launching it across a driveway, and throwing it off a deck). Its 12lbs and I think he said its was in the $200 ish range for parts.

He also is working on cheap, open source, accessible designs for beach chairs, off road chairs, motorized attachments (think smart drive), and so on. Plus he skateboards in his wheelchair. Cool dude, helpful info, pass it on.

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Something like this would be so colossally helpful. I'm sick and tired of trying to research specific clothing from any given culture and being met with either racist stereotypical costumes worn by yt people or ai generated garbage nonsense, and trying to be hyper specific with searches yields fuck all. Like I generally just cannot trust the legitimacy of most search results at this point. It's extremely frustrating. If there are good resources for this then they're buried deep under all the other bullshit, and idk where to start looking.

Fanfic is a free hobby.

It's one of the last few things we can have as a society that's free. You can engage, for free. People give you things (art, stories, etc), for free.

Don't buy into the consummerism just because it's everywhere else.

You don't have to consume everything you interact with. You don't have to use things, just because they exist.

You're allowed (still, for now), to have things that are enjoyable for free.

Do you realise how insane the world is? We don't have many places where we can just be, for free anymore, but ao3 is. Did you notice we don't have ads in ao3? We don't have pop ups? Where ELSE do we not have that?

Where else can you just go and not have to wait for a commercial to be over or for ads to be on the sidelines?

I don't think the younger people understand, but the whole of internet used to be like this. YouTubers would do Youtube for free, just because. You couldn't monetise your internet presence before.

Ao3 is like a little preserved corner of the internet where the old internet used to be, and it's being attacked by people who do not understand that free things are allowed to exist without judgment.

Please don't ruin this for us.

Some of us need it.

I’m so excited for this!! Maybe I’ll actually finish some of my Mercelot fics this time 😅

✨mercelot week 2025✨

✨starting MAY 25th to MAY 31st✨

FOR FANFIC WRITERS - prompts and/or themes:

Day 1: “it took you almost 4 years to fully trust me, and it took you all of one minute to stop.” + Lancelot Du Lac episode AU

Day 2: “do you not get it? we don't ever get a happy ending, we don't ever go home!” + hurt/comfort

Day 3: “whether you like it or not, i’m not giving up on you” + pre-season 4 AU

Day 4: “i will be the greatest loss of your life” + humor

Day 5: “what about me?” + the darkest hour AU

Day 6: bamf!lancelot + angst

Day 7: free day + au of your choice

there is an ao3 collection under the name which can be found here “mercelot week 2025” - if you wish to add your fics

please put the day and prompt in your summary if posting to ao3.

reminder: merlin/lancelot do not need to be the one to say the line or be the things exactly! and the + means and/or. these are mostly for inspiration alone. if you would like to just write the quote for day one, for example, and not use the au, then that's perfectly fine.

FOR GIFS/ VIDEO/ ART CREATORS - quotes and/or themes:

Day 1: “somewhere between the night we met and the day you left, there was love, so much love.” + red

Day 2: parallels + orange

Day 3: au + yellow

Day 4: “it’s strange. i felt less lonely when i didn’t know you.” + green

Day 5: song lyrics + blue

Day 6: favorite poem + purple

Day 7: free day + rainbow

rules:

must be posted on tumblr so i can reblog!

please tag your posts as #mercelotweek2025 and/or tag this account directly.

NSFW is allowed, just please tag appropriately.

have fun and enjoy yourself! this week is all about supporting each other and sharing your work!

questions, concerns, or just wanna talk? you can dm or send asks at this account or my main @bellamyblakru

"Daddy, why do you only have one leg when Mommy has two?"

Hello! This request was written by @astrid-foreverythingelse! Hope you enjoy!

“Daddy, why do you only have one leg when Mommy has two?”

Hiccup looked up from the vegetables he was chopping into the curious eyes of his daughter across from him.  A piece of parchment with a crude drawing of sheep in a pasture lay forgotten in front of her.  However, the charcoal remained in her hand as she absentmindedly fiddled with it, waiting patiently for her father’s response.

Hiccup glanced down at his prosthetic and then back to his daughter.  “I have two legs!  See?” he said, stepping around the table and dancing in a small circle.

Zephyr laughed.  “No, Daddy!  How come Mommy has two normal legs and you have a metal one!”

“Well, I’d hardly call your mother’s legs normal,” he joked, earning him a punch in the arm from his wife.  She scooped up some of the vegetables and playfully glared at him, crossing the room to the firepit as Hiccup massaged his sore arm.

“Daddy,” Zephyr insisted through giggles.  “Uncle Tuffie said a troll took it ‘acuz you wouldn’t give him a buckle off your s’irt.  Is that true?”

Astrid snorted over by the firepit, and Hiccup rolled his eyes.  “You’re absolutely right Zephyr,” Astrid said before Hiccup could say a word.  “Your Daddy loves his shirt buckles so much that he let a troll take his leg instead of losing one.”

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