the art of Ríordan James Flynn

Just a photoset of my most recent Merthur art for you all before I head off to Ireland. :) 

You can see this stuff on my dA, which is here.

I do try to read all of the tags you put on your reblogs. You guys are so sweet.  Reading the keysmashes and all the nice stuff really, really makes my day. Sorry for any tears and I hope you guys have a lovely three weeks while I’m gone. <3 

See you all soon and be good to each other. 

-RJ. 

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NOTICE: I will be taking a 3 week hiatus from the internet starting May 24th. I will not be available for anything at all whatsoever. If you need anything, the time to tell me is in the next five days. I’m available by email: ki4rec at gmail dot com. 

Thanks to everyone who commissioned me, I’ll be in Ireland visiting my Arthur. Thank you for making this trip possible. <3 

(Yes, there will be pictures.)

  • Question: Oh God, your Red Butterfly ficlet and picture - I'm in tears. I miss them so much. This would be so perfect if it happened for them. Thank you for the memories and for renewing my love of Merlin and Arthur - whymustichoose
  • Answer:

    <3 I’m really glad you like it but I’m sorry I made you cry! *hands over handkerchief and cookies* 

    Ptelly’s red butterfly should be like a fandom symbol for all of us waiting for the return of the thing. :) I hope someday they get a happy ending. 

It is said that a butterfly is a sign of the king&#8217;s return.
Merlin first glimpsed the flash of red wings floating over grey umbrellas that afternoon. He&#8217;d sprinted out of the crowd, throwing aside people with shouted, hysterical apologies. He didn&#8217;t remember thundering up the stairs to his flat, hardly recalled racing back down the street with the staff in hand. All he could think of was Arthur. Heedless of the chill wind and the icy waters of the lake, Merlin threw himself into the water, shouting Arthur&#8217;s name. 
Merlin gulped down air, the cold burning at his lungs. He shouted for his king again. A few people gathered on the bank of the lake, pointing at him.
&#8220;Arthur!&#8221; shouted Merlin, shoving his staff into the water. His chest heaving, a knot tightening in his throat. He fought it back down, choosing instead to bellow, &#8220;You great bumbling clotpole, I swear, if this is some kind of trick, if you-&#8220;
&#8220;You swear what, Merlin?&#8221; drawled a voice behind him, and Merlin could have picked that voice out of thousands, unmistakable in its lazy arrogance and gentle humor. &#8220;By the gods, you&#8217;d think someone had died with the way you&#8217;re carrying on.&#8221; 
Merlin didn&#8217;t dare to turn around. Not now. Not after so very long. He felt Arthur&#8217;s hand on his shoulder, the touch cautious, but so very warm and alive. Arthur could feel Merlin&#8217;s shoulders trembling, watched the curl of his skinny, white fingers tighten around the staff. Merlin turned abruptly, throwing his arms around his friend and the centuries of grief and loneliness came out of him in a tiny, strangled noise. 
&#8220;Merlin, are you-&#8230;?&#8221; Arthur froze. 
&#8220;Just hold me. Please.&#8221; Merlin gasped into Arthur&#8217;s armor, ignoring the bite of wet, cold steel into his cheeks. His teeth chattered and he shivered violently. 
&#8220;Nice to see you too,&#8221; and Arthur threw his arms around Merlin, pulling his sodden cloak around them both. &#8220;Now. Are we going to stand in a freezing cold lake all day, or did you have something else in mind?&#8221;
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Commission for NauticalNymph.  Here it is on my dA.
Ficlet and art inspired by this piece: dA / tumblr.  Thanks to Ptelly! 
Photoshop CS-4 / Wacom Intuos 3. 

It is said that a butterfly is a sign of the king’s return.

Merlin first glimpsed the flash of red wings floating over grey umbrellas that afternoon. He’d sprinted out of the crowd, throwing aside people with shouted, hysterical apologies. He didn’t remember thundering up the stairs to his flat, hardly recalled racing back down the street with the staff in hand. All he could think of was Arthur. Heedless of the chill wind and the icy waters of the lake, Merlin threw himself into the water, shouting Arthur’s name. 

Merlin gulped down air, the cold burning at his lungs. He shouted for his king again. A few people gathered on the bank of the lake, pointing at him.

“Arthur!” shouted Merlin, shoving his staff into the water. His chest heaving, a knot tightening in his throat. He fought it back down, choosing instead to bellow, “You great bumbling clotpole, I swear, if this is some kind of trick, if you-“

“You swear what, Merlin?” drawled a voice behind him, and Merlin could have picked that voice out of thousands, unmistakable in its lazy arrogance and gentle humor. “By the gods, you’d think someone had died with the way you’re carrying on.” 

Merlin didn’t dare to turn around. Not now. Not after so very long. He felt Arthur’s hand on his shoulder, the touch cautious, but so very warm and alive. Arthur could feel Merlin’s shoulders trembling, watched the curl of his skinny, white fingers tighten around the staff. Merlin turned abruptly, throwing his arms around his friend and the centuries of grief and loneliness came out of him in a tiny, strangled noise. 

“Merlin, are you-…?” Arthur froze. 

“Just hold me. Please.” Merlin gasped into Arthur’s armor, ignoring the bite of wet, cold steel into his cheeks. His teeth chattered and he shivered violently. 

“Nice to see you too,” and Arthur threw his arms around Merlin, pulling his sodden cloak around them both. “Now. Are we going to stand in a freezing cold lake all day, or did you have something else in mind?”

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Commission for NauticalNymph.  Here it is on my dA.

Ficlet and art inspired by this piece: dA / tumblr.  Thanks to Ptelly! 

Photoshop CS-4 / Wacom Intuos 3. 

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I’m sorry I’ve not posted anything. orz

Ireland in 7 days. 

For the Love of Camelot
10 hours in Photoshop CS-4 with a Wacom Intuos 3
Commissioned by Angelnetgirl! Thanks very much, sweetheart! This was a lot of fun. &lt;3 
If you are interested in commissioning me, you can note me or please see this link. :)

For the Love of Camelot

10 hours in Photoshop CS-4 with a Wacom Intuos 3

Commissioned by Angelnetgirl! Thanks very much, sweetheart! This was a lot of fun. <3 

If you are interested in commissioning me, you can note me or please see this link. :)

Merthur Art in Progress.

Livestreaming and working on angelnetgirl’s Merthur commission. Stop by and say hello. :) 

WIP for angelnetgirl, long overdue. Sorry honey, just wanted you to see that I&#8217;m working on this for you. &gt;_&gt;

WIP for angelnetgirl, long overdue. Sorry honey, just wanted you to see that I’m working on this for you. >_>

merlinfamilyscrapbook:

Morning, Merlin fans. This morning… Assembling the scrapbook!
So we’re finally getting underway with setting out your photos and messages in the book. For more than one reason, it hasn’t happened quite as quickly as we’d have liked.. What with various personal circumstances and with finding a more suitable scrapbook, things were kind of put on hold.  I assure you we are back in full swing now and we want to fill this book to the brim with all of your lovely contributions!
Just a few additional thoughts..
As was said before, we’ve decided NOT to include any fanfiction, as we’d have to restrict you due to space, which we wouldn’t want to do..
Also we notice that some of you just send in your photos, but not a message.. If you’d like to email over a few words too, that’s not a problem. We will make sure to keep your contributions together!
Finally, it would be fantastic to include where you are all from, so that we can really demonstrate just how widespread the Merlin fanbase is! Just your country is fine..
Keep sending things in to: merlinfamilyscrapbook@hotmail.com and keep following us on our blog and on Twitter for updates!

HOLY FUCK THAT&#8217;S MY ART IN PRINT JESUS WHAT THE HOLY SHIT guys ohmygodwhatisairholyshit!

merlinfamilyscrapbook:

Morning, Merlin fans. This morning… Assembling the scrapbook!

So we’re finally getting underway with setting out your photos and messages in the book. For more than one reason, it hasn’t happened quite as quickly as we’d have liked.. What with various personal circumstances and with finding a more suitable scrapbook, things were kind of put on hold.
I assure you we are back in full swing now and we want to fill this book to the brim with all of your lovely contributions!

Just a few additional thoughts..

As was said before, we’ve decided NOT to include any fanfiction, as we’d have to restrict you due to space, which we wouldn’t want to do..

Also we notice that some of you just send in your photos, but not a message.. If you’d like to email over a few words too, that’s not a problem. We will make sure to keep your contributions together!

Finally, it would be fantastic to include where you are all from, so that we can really demonstrate just how widespread the Merlin fanbase is! Just your country is fine..

Keep sending things in to: merlinfamilyscrapbook@hotmail.com and keep following us on our blog and on Twitter for updates!

HOLY FUCK THAT’S MY ART IN PRINT JESUS WHAT THE HOLY SHIT guys ohmygodwhatisairholyshit!

(via thekingstemptress)

Source: merlinfamilyscrapbook

Portrait of Lochlan for deviantartist Justyne.
4 hours? in photoshop CS-4 with a Wacom Intuos 3.

Portrait of Lochlan for deviantartist Justyne.

4 hours? in photoshop CS-4 with a Wacom Intuos 3.