Merlin Alternate Universe - t h e g u a r d i a n a n g e l
First AU-gifset (try-out)
Arthur had lost all hope. When his father passed away, leaving one of the biggest kingdoms for his only son to rule, everything started to fall apart. No guidance, no stern voice steering him to the right path and enemies closing in on the young king. When two neighboring kingdoms declared war on Camelot, Arthur cried through every night. Hoping for someone to help him, to stand beside him while he faced the hardships of being King and would keep the lands and the people safe from harm. Arthur hoped for a miracle.
And on one night, Merlin heard his calls; and answered.
“Wh- why are you here?”
“To protect you… Or die at your side.”
Episode 8.23 & Light
Colin Morgan’s face appreciation [x]
Imagine Dragons Vs Daft Punk
A mashup I created using the Imagine Dragons song “Radioactive” and the Daft Punk song “Harder Better Faster”. Follow me at DeclanTumbles.tumblr.com for more mashups.
THE FUCKING RED RIDING HOOD ONE. THATS NOT NICE
(Source: Karren Hallion Illustration)
dean winchester || black & white
Zombie Apocalypse AU The end of the world has come and gone and the disease that’s been spread by the one they call Queen of the Afterlife has taken over most cities. Most call them “Zombies” others “Sentients”−due to their intelligence− most say that they walk with the gait of a predator and most would be right. Arthur Pendragon and Merlin Emrys are part of a human resistance camp and have been fighting the zombies for most their life. So long that each has come to value the other’s life more than they value their own. What happens though when worst comes to worst? What does Arthur do when Merlin is infected during an attack and the only cure lies beyond the camp− and across enemy grounds?“What are you willing to risk for him?”“Anything. Everything. J-just please.”“Well. There might be a way, since we’ve caught the virus early on. But it’s dangerous”“Tell me.”
Arthur and Merlin willing to sacrifice their lives for the other
Requested by and Dedicated To allonsyemrys!
Wave upon wave of crimson supporters was pouring over the barriers into the field. Hands were raining down on their backs. Harry had a confused impression of noise and bodies pressing in on him. Then he, and the rest of the team, were hoisted onto the shoulders of the crowd. Thrust into the light, he saw Hagrid, plastered with crimson rosettes – “Yeh beat ‘em, Harry, yeh beat ‘em! Wait till I tell Buckbeak!” There was Percy, jumping up and down, like maniac, all dignity forgotten. Professor McGonagall was sobbing harder even than Wood, wiping her eyes with an enormous Gryffindor flag; and there, fighting their way toward Harry, were Ron and Hermione. Words failed them. They simply beamed as Harry was borne towards the stands, where Dumbledore stood waiting with the enormous Quidditch Cup.