#Emyr
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Adrei growls. She bangs her arms against the door until it breaks, splintering under her enhanced strength. Her parents locker her inside the room where her father goes when he has his episodes.
But she isn't mad, she's thought this through.
She has sins she needs to amend to. And if anyone tries to chain her up again she'll kill them.
She makes her way through the courtyard with heavy, dragged steps. She crushes the sword of a guard that dares standing between her and her horse. A loud crack echoes as she pushes the guard aside, a limp body colliding with stone and collapsing to the ground.
Someone screams, and Adrei advances.
WHo cares.
She needs to get to her brother. Emyr is in pain and Adrei has allowed that suffering to take place for years, doing absolutely nothing. She swore, as he was departing from the House to be wed, that they would see each other again.
Twice. Twice have she met her brother since then. What she has is fifteen years of letters in which her brother withdrew more and more, parchment becoming progressively more crumpled, stained with ink as if he didn't even have the energy to write anymore. And she did nothing.
But NO MORE.
Her mare neighs, agitated, as she mounts it and pushes it to a fast gallop.
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Emyr looks up from the desk with a worried frown. He doesn't want to get up, even less to leave the room, but when another loud sound reaches the depths of his room, by now the fourth or fifth one he's heard, he rises.
His clothes are a mess. His hair unwashed, tied up in a bun that would have made him cringe in shame a few years back.
He walks up to the door, but stops just before wrapping his fingers around the handle. He hasn't gotten out in so long... and if his wife sees him, she'll scream and-
Other worrying sounds reach his ears, so Emyr opens the door.
Blood stains greet him.
The ground is washed in gore. Sparse severed limbs lie scattered, and just at the end of the hallway his sister, drenched in blood, is holding off the ground the body of Emyr's wife. He feels locked in place, and isn't able to let out even a sound as Adrei, eyes lifeless and completely black, crushes her neck without effort.
Her body goes limp, then Adrei throws it to the side with very little care.
Emyr wants to throw up.
His oldest sister spots him, then. She takes a step forward and Emyr takes one back, his heart beating loud, but he only feels numb.
His wife is dead.
His prison her House is destroyed.
Adrei freezes.
Everything stays still for long, endless seconds. Some rasping, dying monas fill the silence and nothing else. Then, Emyr starts to advance.
He takes a step forward, then two, until he is standing in front of his sister, until he sees a spark of recognition in her black eyes, consumed by magic induced madness. Emyr has never been a tactile person, he avoids physical contact most days, but he wraps his arms around his sister and buries his face against her neck.
"I'm sorry I took so long," she rasps out.
He clings to her.
"You're free now. I killed them all."
He puls back, exhaling a trembling breath. "They'll hunt us now, Adrei. The Council will want us both."
Adrei just stares, swaying on her feet. Emyr steadies her. He brings her to his room, pullng her to sit on his bed. With trembling hands, he writes a letter, rolls it up and calls for his sparrow.
"To Camelot," Emyr says, seeking aid from the one person that can offer them both protection.
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Outfit designs for Taelon, the Prime Enchanter, and Emyr, the Songweaver ✨
Soooo some of my decisions for the outfits under the cut...
They both have mostly the exact same color scheme (and "'stealing" some of the shapes from one another, gotta push that they are a couple) but Emyr has red as the accent and Taelon has the gold.
Emyr has many many many layers, buckles and ties. That and the shoulders-heavy silhouette is supposed to have Broadway-esque vibes to make him feel like some sort of a performer. And a lot of wing-like shapes are there because, well, he sings.
Taelon's outfits are supposed to be over the top and scream 'mage', to make it obvious he's someone important and influential. Also scream 'sun rays' because fire based magic.
Anyway, I will stop rambling now. I'm not normal when it comes to outfit designs.
#digital art#character design#oc art#original character#lynart#taelon looks so strange without his beard#taelon#emyr
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Happy birthday @sotc!
Emyr is their very cool Baldur's gate 3 wizard!
#Emyr#baldur's gate 3#wizard#dnd#I saw that it was your birthday!#I hope you like it!#Both of your characters for baldur's gate look really nice!#I hope I did your boy justice!
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counter argument to the jk post: jason just stabs a knife in his leg when he gets fed up about having no clothes to grab and use that to push him
oh yeah<3<3<3 and he just does it so casually while kyle goes into a small shock before finding it arousing. but every time after that kyle keeps nagging about it so jason might just do it every time from then on
#the pain and pleasure of penetration<3<3<#and jason using the knife as a handle it keeps twisting and turning in there#emyr#ask#jaykyle
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siblings, siblings, siblings !
tegan and her twin brother, emyr :)
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Kiran and Emyr
before destroying them with tragedy
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so im reading the witch king right
and i have a reading playlist
while right now the main two are making out and wyatt is going on and on about emyr biting and nibbling at his lips and how he loves his fangs
the song that started playing at the top of this scene: BITE by troye sivan
you know,, kiss me on the mouth and set me free, but please dont bite
#i think its funny#idk if anyone else does#the witch king#emyr#wyatt witch king#eryn rambles about nothing
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I just want to be loved. I just want someone to give me a chance and not give up on me. I’m loyal and I’ll love you till the end of time. I’m funny and I’ll always have your back and do my best for you.
If I can love all these wrong people soo deeply.
Imagine what loving the right person would be like.
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COLIN MORGAN as MERLIN
MERLIN — 2.09 • The Lady of the Lake
#*#merlin#merlinedit#bbc merlin#emyrs#merlin emrys#perioddramaedit#alielook#ughmerlin#arthurpendragonns#useramily#userdorksinlove#tusereliza#userbecca#userzaynab#usercats#usertreena#bellamyblakru#thebookluvrr1816#userlys#userhann#xuserann
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Reverence
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Baby mc sniffling and hiding inside some wardrobe when one of their siblings find them and ask whats wrong.
"Osia is a big meanie" they sign with their tiny hands.
Adrei: takes the baby up in her arms, and tries stiffly to rub their back. Silently marches up to Osia and commands "stop." Since it's Adrei, Osia stops for a few weeks. (Then she does it again, but when Adrei is around she limits herself a bit)
Ghaven: shushes MC, cuddles them and feeds them all the sweets their mum confiscated (ha! Ghaven has found them). They will make sure to organise evil pranks to Osia, one for every time they find baby MC upset. (At that point, Osia is so enraged with Ghaven that she kinda ignores baby MC)
Emyr: sighs, sadly. Hesitantly reaches out with one hand to comfort MC and if the baby crawls on his lap to cry he'll stay still and hold them. Will subtly invite baby MC to read with him more - to keep them away from Osia.
Saraah: panicks, tries to comfort MC and agrees that Osia is a meanie. If MC is very upset Saraah cries too. He either goes to angrily confront Osia (who, at this point, looks at him like a harmless gnome) or shuts himself in with MC to play and made them forget.
Radel: is around MC's age, so he blinks and at the look of MC's teary eyes he starts silently crying too. Cue another sibling finding both babies in tears.
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Some Emyr sketches 🌷
#digital art#oc art#original character#character sheet#illustration#lynart#yes that golden tattoo placement is very intentional#note the taelon cameo 👀#emyr
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Arthur is used to the court, he is used to standing at a certain distance from his interlocutor, he is used to etiquette and protocols, to speaking in a certain tone of voice, to never lowering his eyes showing weakness and, as a result, he is used to servile people, to people who never respond to him in kind and to making do when something goes wrong and he would only need a hand on his shoulder because he would not dare ask for anything more.
Merlin is none of these things.
Merlin invades his personal space, responds to him in kind, hugs him when something goes wrong and reassures him with kind but firm words.
Arthur does not know why he expected Hunith to be something different, after all, Merlin must have taken after someone in the family.
Hunith, when Merlin decides to visit her and take Arthur with him because "you have to get to know my mother better!", bows on the first day and calls him sire.
On the second day, she already has him help in the kitchens and teaches him how to prepare a meal from scratch, not commenting on the fact that he doesn't even know how to mix a bit of flour and water and, indeed, resting a hand on his shoulder congratulating him when -Arthur knows- he has done the bare minimum.
On the third day, she hugs him.
Arthur holds her so tightly that he is sure he will hurt her, but he has never been hugged like this, not even by Merlin, and Arthur absolutely will not cry.
That night, lying on the bed on the floor with Merlin, Arthur hugs him and thanks him.
Merlin laughs and tells him he now expects a meal prepared from scratch from him.
#merthur#merthur prompt#merthur idea#merlin prompt#merlin fic#merthur fic#merlin bbc#bbc merlin#hunith#merlin emyrs#arthur pendragon#king arthur pendragon#king arthur#fluff#my writing
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trick or treat 🔪
ok ok i went through my jk drafts and noticed a theme of jason interacting with kyle's art and here are a two examples
But what stands up from the bland furniture is the pop of colour on the coffee table. A sketchbook and a pencil case from which has spilled out a few colourful pencils. The book lays open in a mannerism that screams boredom. No motivation. The pages open are filled with random doodles, some just swirls and some half done character drawings. It’s left abandoned but Jason stills sits in front of it and picks up the book to look closer.
From this distance Jason can see every little quirk in the texture of the graphite pen. Where the pen was pushed too hard on the paper and where it’s almost invisible. Some movements of the pen are quick and almost angry and some are very delicate and sleepy. The few characters on the paper are half done and bland.
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Jason sat down on the couch and just stared at the painting. A night view of Los Angeles Long Beach. Clear sky and no clouds. It felt like a window to another universe. Where the sky was clean and not full of musky and grey clouds. Where he could see the stars every night. And not just the moon hazily shining in the sky like a judge. Watching Jason every passing second.
Kyle said it was about home. About human connection. But Jason didn’t see it. But there was something more Kyle didn’t tell him about it. Jason could see it, sense it in Kyle’s body language.
these arent that good of ideas as fics but i think it would be fun to see jason interacting with kyle's art more bc its such a big part of him.
trick or treat ask game
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Been rereading Wings of Fire and this popped into my head while reading The Dark Secret
-Emyr (he/it)
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