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Here's the official unofficial prompt list of Merlinktober 2025
The prompts are based on the official Inktober prompts, which you can also find here.
You can combine them for inspiration or pick and choose: you’re welcome to tag/follow/submit a link to this blog if you’re doing Merlin fanart (or other fanworks) for Merlinktober, regardless of what prompt list you’re following!
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Happy creating!
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October is ended and so is our challenge, I can now officially declare Merlinktober2025 closed!
This year we have seen once again how incredible the creations of Merlin artists are.
Keep up the good work, maybe checking out what's up during the rest of the year @merlinsfests and @merlin-fest-tracker
A continuation of my day 8 prompt: brave
Arthur stood in front of his council, making sure to keep his shoulders square and his back straight. Merlin was beside him, hands clasped behind his back, head bowed slightly. He looked a little awkward in his fine clothing, and every now and then he would tug at the neckline of his tunic. The nervous buzz radiating off him was hard to miss.
Arthur sucked in a deep breath and started, his voice booming strongly throughout the Great Hall. “For far too long, this kingdom has festered in hate and fear.” Eyes watched him expectantly, and Arthur made an extra effort to meet all of them individually. He needed more than ever to make an impression on the council – to ensure that they trusted him. He needed them to know that he only ever did what he thought was best for his kingdom and his people, so that they would trust and accept the decision he was going to make. “Today that changes. Today a new law is to be passed. A law which states that magic is no longer illegal within Camelot’s boundaries. Magical people are not to be discriminated against.”
these hungry eyes gleam | mergwenthur | 1.0k @kinktober-2025 day 11: come licking
Merlin fucks Gwen. Arthur watches.
lost in your embrace | merthur | 1.2k @kinktober-2025 day 30: breeding kink
Merlin and Arthur stumble across a beautiful glen. An enchanted glen...
marked by green eyes | lamen | 1.1k @kinktober-2025 day 14: possessive sex
Laurent gets jealous. Damen enjoys it.
on the edge of a blade | lamen | 1.0k @captiveprincekinktober day 25: knife kink
Laurent ambushes Damen in the middle of a hit.
Arthur made sure to stand with his back straight and his chin held high as he apologised to the princess. He told her that whilst he was enamoured by her beauty, he was not going to be able to accompany her on that day’s picnic which had been planned for them by Uther. He was sure she would have looked confused, but he wasted no more time looking at her face, and instead turned to Merlin, telling him to saddle up his own horse and to follow him. The servant had looked a little hesitant – perhaps even cautious – but he obediently followed along anyway.
Once they had reached the meadow, Arthur dismounted from his horse and gestured to the area. Merlin, who was still sitting upon his own horse, looked down at him in bewilderment. “What’s happening?” He asked, and Arthur barked a laugh, his grin feeling too wide for his face.
“We’re having a picnic.” He declared.
During one of Camelot’s coldest autumns, reports came of a dark sorcerer moving throughout the kingdom, wreaking havoc and placing curses on some of the smaller towns. Uther had fiercely ordered Arthur and the knights to patrol the area with strict orders to apprehend the perpetrator when they found them.
They’d been traipsing through the lands of Camelot for several days, hardly stopping for breaks. One evening, once the sun had slipped behind the horizon, sending the day into a chilly darkness, Arthur had ordered them to stop for a good night’s rest.
He was shovelling some stew into his mouth when his eye caught on a flicker of movement at the edges of their camp. It was Merlin, sitting alone and slotting sticks into the flames of the fire he’d built, its embers billowing high into the darkening sky. Arthur put his spoon back in his bowl and walked over to the fire. Merlin jerked in surprise as Arthur sat himself down on the log beside him.
“Well, that was painful beyond all belief.” Arthur grumbled, shucking his royal cloak to the flagstones as he moved into his chambers.
“It was indeed, my lord.” Merlin replied, stooping to the floor to collect the cloak, brushing off the dust it had picked up.
“Remind me why I must endure all that waffling?” Arthur demanded, glancing back at Merlin before slipping behind the changing screen.
“Because, sire—” Merlin started, and then stumbled a little as a shirt was tossed over the top of the screen and smacked him in the face. “—it’s in your best interest to come to amicable agreements with the other kings.”
Gaius’s point of view of this scene in 5x7
It’s puzzling, Gaius thought as he watched Merlin stand up straight from Arthur’s bedside, breathing in dishevelled breaths and wiping tears from his face. This harrowing reaction somewhat surprised Gaius. He’d known that Merlin and Arthur were close – after all, their destinies were so intertwined with each other that it was to be expected that they would grow fond of each other over the years – but to see Merlin so painfully distressed over Arthur’s condition was—
Puzzling, Gaius thought again as Merlin composed himself before leaning forward to press gentle yet firm hands to Arthur’s chest, how much love he funnels into the actions he carries out for his king. It’s puzzling how he can do so much for him and yet expect so little thanks in return.
