merlin + faceless ♛
the faceless meme seems to have an appeal of feeling as though some secrets have been tucked away; not being able to tell exactly what emotion is being portrayed by characters mystify every scene, and it makes you wonder what the characters are thinking, or perhaps, hiding; they feel more like bits of memories or dreams; people in dreams whose faces you cannot recall; a scene of an episode that rests on the tip of your tongue
Arthur... don't let anyone tell you what to do. You said you are your own man. You've a good heart. Be true to it. Only then will you be the king you want to be.
Merlin gif meme | side characters [1/6] → Daegal“Did I do something good?”
a blog for all (BBC) Merlin AU graphics & fanart
(the blog is a bit empty, but I’m building a queue right now (with already more than 50 entries) and I’ll then reblog as I come across different graphics. I’ve also made a pretty exhaustive tag page. Feel free to submit links to graphics and/or graphic makers.
I’ll be tracking the blog’s URL as well, so you can tag your graphics with it, if you want, and I’ll reblog your graphic. I’ll also track the ‘merlinedit’ tag.)
Merlin AU - Summer Light
When he’s asked how long he’s known Arthur, ‘forever’ is the closest, most honest answer Merlin can give. In actually, they’ve known each other ever since Merlin’s mum started working at the Pendragon’s estate, and Arthur (then five years old) took a disdainful look at Merlin (then five years old and a half thank you very much), made a nasty comment about Merlin’s ears and Merlin pushed him in the pool. Apparently in Arthur-speak that meant ‘best friends forever’ and Merlin didn’t argue.
Now it’s their last summer together before they each go to different universities across the country and Merlin doesn’t know how to face Arthur-empty days. He’s not quite sure he’s ready for them. They decide to spend the summer at the Pendragons’ beach house as a last celebration, a goodbye to their childhood and all the things they took for granted and never truly appreciated until they started to slip away.
And there’s that thing that’s been simmering between them threatening to boil and spill all its secrets into the harsh, bright summer sun. That thing that makes Merlin’s fingers linger on Arthur’s skin, that makes his heart skip when he catches Arthur’s gaze on him. Between the hot sand under their toes, the blinding sunsets, the rush and roar of the waves under their surfboards, there’s no solid ground for them to hold onto anymore. Merlin’s ready to give in and see where it takes him, as long as he gets to wrap his fingers around Arthur’s and take him for the ride. In Merlin-speak it means ‘maybe most probably more and forever’.