This Anger In Me, This Hate Is Me

Arthur is 14 when he becomes a squire. He’s watched his fathers men for years and he’s excited to become a part of something. He’s watched the squires become like brothers, wrestling in the fields, slapping each other’s backs and heckling one another in a good natured way.

He’s 16, when he realizes that no matter what he does he’ll never be a part of the circle. He’s a Prince first and everything else second. It’s all anyone ever sees.

He’s 18 when it really makes him bitter. He’s no longer a naive boy hoping someone will take his olive branch and become his friend first and subject second. He taunts and bullies the servants because at least then the other noble boys will laugh with him instead of leaving him alone on the sidelines of their childish games.

He’s 20 when he meets Merlin, and in an instant he’s 14 all over again just wanting a friend who’ll horseplay with him and let him be a boy instead of an untouchable Prince. Once he has a friend, the thought of going back to a life without Merlin feels like he’d be living without his right hand.

Anyone else has the feeling that Merlin was the introvert and Arthur (even if unwillingly) was the extrovert who adopted him? (and so it is with Bradley and Colin???)

Merthur really have it all huh. King and lionheart dynamic. Fucking hate at first sight then speedrun to trying to die for the other. Slow burn? Never heard of her. One of them wears gloves and one doesn't and I'm not even gonna bother to explain why that is top fucking tier. Lies and secrets that could bring about the doom of the kingdom. Obviously adore each other but will actually fucking die before saying it with actual words. The prince is a gigantic asshole who doesn't know how to show care or ask for attention like a person who had healthy emotional development as a child and oscillates between pulling pigtails and acting like an over-eager puppy or both at the same time. Domesticity levels previously unheard of. They canonically wear each other's clothes. One of them makes up words and the other promptly starts using them. Both are extremely into the other's specific brand of dumbassery. Their love language is fucking playing together. "I don't want you to change" fuck this fuck everything

Just went on an emotional roller-coaster ride learning about Joan of Arc (Jeanne d'Arc)

I have this sorta stupid headcanon about when Arthur tries to promote merlin to like court sorcerer or something, and Merlin has a moment of panic and refuses the promotion and is all "I don't want power Arthur,I've already told you I'm proud to serve you till the day I die" or sommate and Arthur is all "after all you've done for Camelot for me for our kingdom I can't allow you to lurk in the shadows anymore, besides this way you won't have to sneak away to do your magic what not and all that and you can actually take the time to work on it, just let me promote you" and Merlin is still refusing till finally Arthur gives him The Look™ and just asks finally "merlin, tell me, what's really going on?"

And Merlin just very sheepishly admits that he doesn't like the idea of someone else doing all the things he does now.

He doesn't like that someone else is going to Stoke the fire at night, because that's always when he find Arthur up way too late and asks what's wrong and they talk about the stress of running the kingdom and how he secretly misses Morgana and how worried he is about the Knight who hasnt returned from watch.

And he doesn't want someone else to be riding by arthur’s side or to help him dress in the morning or write his speeches, doesn’t want them there in all the simple moments that always bonded them

I think my academic advisor is losing patience with all my questions but unfortunately if I don't receive clear, concise, comprehensible, instructions with no room for error I will in fact tie myself to a railroad track

A wee bit of Merlin. I love thinking of him drinking in the nature, and while the knights are fun and all, he would probably like it best alone.

Pen and ink, 2024

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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Yves Olade, from Dark When It Gets Dark; “Topograph”

always fun when menschen mir folgen als ob mein letzter post/reblog nicht literally 2 jahre her ist 🫵🏻😩 sorry to disappoint omg und mein letztes artwork war 2021...

anyway i got something cooking for you:

inside me are two wolves fighting; one wants to make skinny scrawny, the other wants to make him beefy