“Cerridwen, Cerridwen, Lady Of The Cauldron Come See What They Have Done.

The Wicked Day by Mary Stewart /more at Arthurian Preservation Project

been doing a LOT of analog note-taking / journaling / planning lately (new years' resolution fulfilled! yes!), and I've slowly but surely started writing mostly in cursive again.

that said, I'm old (almost 35, ew) so I have questions.

if you want to RB this and put you age / locale / whatever else you think is relevant in the tags, that'd be very cool

Observances

Merlin/Arthur | Mature | No Archive Warnings Apply | Word Count: 373

Historical AU | Festivals | Prophecies | Second Person POV (Merlin)

For the @merlinmicrofic prompts "feast" and "new year."

Will post to Ao3 once it's back up.

Arthur's halls are decorated for the birth of the sun, Saturnalia was a sennight ago, and you saw an ominous sign this morning in the movement of the birds.

small tw: for animal (bird) death

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Arthur’s hall is decorated with yew branches. Up and down the benches there is elaborate food upon decorated plates of a dull silver that he told you was called pewter. His hounds whine and beg for scraps from the revellers, having grown bored of the swan wing that had been tossed to them. Now it lay on the straw strewn floor, gnarled and upsetting. 

Your eyes are on him, but everyone’s eyes are on him, they always are. Warlord, lord, king. Tonight he wears an abolla that is a red as rich as blood (and you’ve seen plenty of blood, by now). His hair and eyes are pale against the colour but not diminished by them. 

But his eyes are on you. They shouldn't be on you, not as much as they are, they need not ever be on you, but they are. You’re a servant, what’s more you are of the Silures, reviled by his father, yet his eyes have been on you since you were crowned with oak leaves for saving his life.

What a strange mix of observances that he claims as his own. 

On Saturnalia he said that you could do anything, so you sat in his lap and had him feed you figs and almonds with his fingers.

But that was a sennight ago, now above his chair there is a bower of willow and ivy, now he raises his cup and you go to his side to pour him grape wine from across the sea. 

He would put you to death for your aurgury this morning. It was the flight of the hedge sparrows that alerted you just a breath before it happened; a peregrine claimed an ouzel, too slow to retreat to the coppice, right before your eyes. There are signs in everything, you are finding, even the strange prognostications of the Romans. Ouzel cock, black druid, guide to the otherworld. Your people go unmarked in death as they do in life. There are few left, even, to cry your name. Fewer still will survive to see the spring.  

The fire is making you sweat, causing the woad staining your arms to run. 

His cup goes up, the room stills.

“The sun is reborn,” Arthur says. 

Muppet King Arthur is the third Muppet "fairy tale" comic book adaptation. It was written by Paul Benjamin and Patrick Storck with art by Dave Álvarez for the first issue and James Silvani in issues 2 through 4. "A" cover art is provided by David Petersen with "B" cover art by Álvarez on issues 1 and 2, and Silvani on issue #3 and 4. All four issues have a limited edition "C" cover by Amy Mebberson, available through Jetpack Comics.

King Arthur - Kermit the Frog Morgan le Fey (later Morgana le Fey) - Miss Piggy Sir Sam of Eagle - Sam the Eagle Mordred - Robin the Frog The Lady of the Lake - Janice Merlin the Magician - Rowlf the Dog Sir Percival - Fozzie Bear Sir Lancelot - Gonzo Lady Guinevere - Camilla the Chicken Sir Gawain - Animal

By this logic, Sir Galahad is Pepe.

due to personal reasons, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

'The Milky Way' (detail) by Frida Hansen, (1855 - 1931).

Words from On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous by Ocean Vuong

2 genres of fanfiction:

1) put that guy into situations

2) take that guy OUT of situations for the love of GOD let them REST