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Hey there. This pallet, god. Took a long time trying to beat the colors into making some sense, and I learned a lot but my brain is fried. Please just imagine they’re by the sea having a little moment, and take me back to season one. ;v;

Bonus: Failed first attempt. I always want to do simple and clean with lines and flat colors but nope. By the time I realize, it’s already partway rendered and awkward-looking… and I usually end up having to go further…

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No time to worry about brushstroke accuracy when the colors so hard to control! I just hope not too out of control… I hope you like it, bb. <3

Let me tell you about Dragonchild!Merlin. Having powerful wings and beautiful scales, his kind has been hunted to extinction by bounty hunters and magic-haters alike. He lives high up in the mountains and together with his dragons watches over the creatures of the realm. While on a quest Prince Arthur somehow wanders into Merlin’s dwelling despite the magical wards he has all over the place. 

There’s also a sadder version wherein Uther finds what he thinks is a dragon egg but that hatches a magical child instead. When he is old enough to walk, kid!Merlin is held in the stone caves under the castle (with Kil?). One day kid!Arthur wanders into his dark little world and they become sort-of friends, and years and years later maybe there’s a war — and what could possibly be Merlin’s only chance at freedom.

Headcanons inspired by Maleficent and In the Flesh (the irises!). Sorry that was a bit long. Also if these fics already exist please do point me in their direction, thanks! xD

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Oh haaiii it’s another Merlin piece — I can’t help but feel a bit guilty! It’s simple with Merlin cos I’m in the fandom, but with other shows, I have to mull over the character until I find something that I can latch onto and use to make the piece memorable. But I think I’ve finally got something! *fist pump* For next week. Meanwhile, let me tell you about how Merlin came to be the silent guardian of Camelot…

After the Battle of Camlann, Merlin disappears into the woods without a trace. When Aithusa finds him, he is slumped against a fallen oak with vines and leaves growing over and around his still body. His eyes have lost their blue from having to live off of magic while slowly losing his humanity in the process*, and his hair has long turned snow white from grief. But slowly, determinedly… Aithusa nurses Merlin back to health, and together they look after each other and Camelot.

Since then, travelers passing though the woods would tell of a strange ball of blue light, or the small raven that lead them back to the right path. There are stories of a funny old man who offers food and shelter for the night, and his hovel that disappears at sunrise. There is the boy that magically appears out of nowhere, who would keep children calm and entertained with clever little tricks until their parents came for them. Even rarer are the encounters with a croaky old woman whose remedies never failed to aid those truly in need of them.

Merlin lets the rumors spread far and wide because they help in their cause. Already bandits and mercenaries dare not come near Emrys’ woods. "For the enemies of Camelot, there are only curses and imminent demise.” To this day, legend tells of the Ghost Guardian and his Dragon of Mist, forever roaming the woods, always watching, waiting for the return of the Once and Future King.

*You can thank Demi for this wonderfully depressing mental image! \o/

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