we're the last of the lookers (or merlin uses facebook)
We’re The Last Of The Lookers (or Merlin uses Facebook)
Merlin’s not going to make an account. NO WAY... Pet society? What’s that?
✪ merlin/arthur, guinevere/lancelot || non-magic au || pre-slash || rated arrrrr || &\facebook verse || merlin_the_elf/ x_bellaitalia_x, original post here || disclaimer: I am fan, this is fiction ✪
Facebook | Merlin Wyllt
Merlin swore that he was going to stay away from Facebook. He remembered the Friendster fad in 2002. He wished he didn’t. Hours spent forming the perfect fauxhawk and finding the right pose for a snapshot of feigned indifference. Days rooted to his computer seat, trying to find more “friends” and trading testimonials. Merlin shuddered in embarrassment at the memories of his gawky 14 year-old self.
Then of course, there was the whole MySpace craze. Which, okay, Merlin thought the band pages were cool. But he was confused at the billions of features and got pissed at the constant “Server Too Busy” error messages. Plus, the top 8 friends on display? That was insensivity wrapped in a shiny competitive package.
Following that, there was Bebo, Multiply, hi5…and whatever the fuck else. Everything seemed so fake to Merlin. It was all a popularity game, nothing else. So when he heard of this upcoming social-networking site Facebook, he couldn’t help but scoff.
Though, not his best friend Gwen (who he knew since they were both five). No, she was into this entire Internet mixing business. Who do you think roped him into this tangled web of lies anyway? It started with her crushing on this “fit hottie” Lancelot du Lac from their English class. But she was too shy to talk to him. Or add him online. So Merlin set up an account and proceeded to act as the middleman for the rest of the year. There was a lot of eye rolling and fake-vomiting on Merlin’s part (but he was secretly pleased. Lance made Gwen happy and that was all that mattered).
So yeah, back to the point, Merlin and the virtual networks were through. Merlin had their relationship squashed down and vacuumed shut. Gwen on the other hand was sucked in deeper and deeper ever since she signed up and soon, their weekly Thursday night movie marathons were converted to become ‘Gwen’s virtual pet runs a marathon while Merlin sulks in a corner’ nights.
Bloody ‘Pet Society’. Gwen was addicted to that game like crack. And so were a lot of his course mates. What was so great about it? Wasn’t it essentially an animated blob shifting on the screen?
Merlin had to find out.
Merlin joined Facebook. 2:47am
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“It’s for research. How a generation easily conforms to a façade of relationships through advanced technology.”
“Whatever. Just add me as a friend, will you? And don’t add Morgana! I’ve only got 98 friends but she’s got over 300! ”
“See! Façade of relation- Oww!” Merlin rubbed furiously at his reddening arm. Gwen could perform one hell of a pinch.
Merlin is now friends with Guinevere Cameliard and Lancelot du Lac. 7:56pm - Comment
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“Are you on Facebook again? On Pet Society? You hypocritical asshole!”
“Fuck off! I’m racing against your pet and I’m winning. Seriously though, Lancy? That’s the lamest pet name ever!”
“Like you’re one to talk! Dragon. What are you? Seven?”
Merlin is playing with his pet in Pet Society. 10:14AM - Comment
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Arthur Pendragon added you as a friend on Facebook...
From: Facebook (confirm+mui5-mvm@facebookmail.com)
Sent: 29 September 2008 06:13 AM
To: Merlin (merlinnotthewizard@hotmail.com)
Arthur added you as a friend on Facebook. We need to confirm that you know Arthur in order for you to be friends on Facebook.
To confirm this friend request, follow the link below:
http://www.facebook.com/n.php/aHR0cDovL3d3dy5mYWNlYm9vay5jb20vbi8_1cmVxcy5waHA
Thanks,
The Facebook Team
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Merlin’s eyes might have popped out of their sockets. Arthur Pendragon, son of one of the wealthiest businessmen in the country, sent him a friend request. How odd.
Sure, the both of them shared a few classes at the University of Camelot and they exchanged pleasantries now and then, but it was nothing more than that. They weren’t exactly acquaintances, and they definitely weren’t friends. Merlin thought it was pointless to add non-friends onto his Facebook account. He’d just stayed on the previous networking sites if he wanted additions like Arthur who were obviously playing the popularity game.
Besides that, over at UoC, Arthur was treated like a prince, many falling at his feet to serve him in any way they could. Word around campus was that Arthur was a player, toying with both men and women, discarding them at a drop of a hat. He drunkenly groped Merlin once at a party, and tried to stuff his tongue down Merlin's throat. Merlin just shoved him onto a nearby couch. Or floor. Or person. Whatever, Merlin didn't bother to check as he left the area.
Arthur was a prat. A royal one, to be exact.
Merlin clicked 'ignore'.
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Merlin is tense . 5:46PM - Comment
Guinevere Cameliard wrote at 5:50pm
LOL. Someone needs to get laid!
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Lancelot du Lac wrote at 6:10pm
Definitely not me *waggles eyebrows*
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Guinevere Cameliard wrote at 6:12pm
Hahahahaha <333
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Merlin Wyllt wrote at 6:30pm
Hardy.Har.Har. That PRAT keeps sending the friends request. Can’t he take a hint and fuck off?
Wall-to-Wall
Guinevere Cameliard wrote at 6:32pm
Ooh. Fiesty! Nice!
Wall-to-Wall - Write on Guinevere Cameliard's Wall
Merlin Wyllt wrote at 6:50pm
Piss off, you lot!
Wall-to-Wall
Merlin Wyllt wrote at 6:51pm
And leave my wall alone!
Wall-to-Wall
Merlin is now friends with Arthur Pendragon. 9:30pm - Comment
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Merlin regrets the day he accepted Arthur as a Facebook friend. Arthur kept SuperPoking him by throwing all sorts of livestock.
Merlin wonders whether it was within his rights as a vegetarian to protest against the violent nature of this act. Virtual or not, cows were still cows and should not be thrown about.
He then decides he’s gone crazy and logs off for the day.
Arthur Pendragon tagged Merlin Wyllt in his note Stop being an idiot. Quit ignoring me.
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Pop Out Chat
Arthur Pendragon says:
hey!
Arthur Pendragon says:
hello?
Arthur Pendragon says:
merlin?
Arthur Pendragon says:
MERLIN!
Merlin Wyllt says:
Oh Arthur. Hey.
Merlin Wyllt says:
I didn’t know there was an in-built chat log here.
Arthur Pendragon says:
you’re such an idiot
Arthur Pendragon says:
um,, dude have you been ignoring me???
Merlin Wyllt says:
Wha?
Arthur Pendragon says:
GOD!
Arthur Pendragon says:
YOU
Arthur Pendragon says:
BEEN
Arthur Pendragon says:
IGNORING
Arthur Pendragon says:
ME
Arthur Pendragon says:
???
Merlin Wyllt says:
If you don’t mind me stating the obvious…we’re not exactly friends. We don’t talk to each other in school and this is all very sudden and awkward.
Arthur Pendragon says:
really? I could’ve sworn …
Arthur Pendragon says:
ahhh nevermind.
Arthur Pendragon says:
look. just. I’m hosting a halloween party tomorrow. medieval themed. you should come.
Arthur Pendragon says:
bring along those two friends you’re always with if you want to.
Arthur Pendragon says:
so I’ll see you there, alright?
Huh, Merlin thought. That was weird.
Arthur Pendragon created an event: KING ARTHUR AND HIS KNIGHTS (and ladies)/ MY PLACE
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“This is a bad idea, Gwen. I look stupid.”
“Oh shuttup Merlin. I think we look quite the part, don’t we?”
“You and Lance do! You’re a girl so it doesn’t matter what you wear because you’re gorgeous any way. And Lance is a fucking knight. Why do I have to be some servant boy?”
“Well, they ran out of costumes at the store, love. And Lance’s the knight because, well, you’re too small for the suit. Hey! At least Gaius gave us a discount!” Guinevere smiled as she tried to smoothen the coarse fabric that Merlin was wearing. It did nothing to the fabric, and definitely zilch to the knots forming in the pit of his stomach.
Stupid Arthur and his stupid theme parties.
17 of your friends are attending KING ARTHUR AND HIS KNIGHTS (and ladies)/ MY PLACE
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“Merlin, my man!” boomed a loud voice over the deafening thumpa-thumpa from the dancefloor. A muscular arm clapped over his shoulder and he tried not to wince from the sting.
“Arthur!” he replied curtly, eyes never leaving the ground. A strained silence enveloped them. Merlin felt extremely uncomfortable and turned to grab his friends to leave when-
“Come on Gwen, let me get you a drink,” Lancelot placed his palm on the small of her back and gently guided her through the sea of costumed bodies.
Just like that, his two friends were gone, swallowed up by the masses. Merlin started to get twitchy.
“Hey-“
“Look-“
Arthur bit back a grin.
“You first”, he gestured to Merlin.
“I’m not some nancy girl, I don’t need your chivalry. And if you’re planning some prank, let me just tell you that I am skilled in that area and will not hesitate to retaliate.”
Arthur just heaved an exasperated sigh.
“Look Merlin. I don’t know what’s got your knickers in a twist but I’m not the bad guy here, okay? I just noticed we’ve been in a couple of classes together and thought it’d be good to actually know you. I come in peace,” Arthur joked as he crooked his fingers into the international peace sign.
“Although…” Merlin’s head snapped upwards. He saw Arthur’s right arm dip forward to grab a prop-sword out of the sheath hanging on his side. There was a glint in his eyes, but not one of malice. It was pure mischief. Merlin’s paranoia quickly dissipated and he grabbed some random “knight’s” sword as a form of defence.
The two boys young men made swift and playful jabs at each other as they dashed madly in the confined space. It was a viscious fight, swords creating dissonance to the dance music.
Soon, they were the center of attention and people cleared the makeshift dancefloor as Arthur and Merlin made wild stabs at the other.
It was a dance of steps and thrusts, random patterns and then some. With a final clang, Arthur maneuvered the sword out of Merlin’s clutches and pretended to slay his opponent. Merlin, to the delight of their impromptu audience, staged a fantastic dying sequence. The pair good-naturedly stepped atop a dining table, taking a bow as the crowd chanted ”King Arthur saves the day! King Arthur saves the day!”
Arthur was grinning broadly, triumph and joy written all over his face. Merlin couldn’t help but smile in return.
Arthur Pendragon tagged Merlin in a photo- 2:03AM
Tagged in: halloween
&stop.
more to come.
Merlin’s not going to make an account. NO WAY... Pet society? What’s that?
✪ merlin/arthur, guinevere/lancelot || non-magic au || pre-slash || rated arrrrr || &\facebook verse || merlin_the_elf/ x_bellaitalia_x, original post here || disclaimer: I am fan, this is fiction ✪
Facebook | Merlin Wyllt
Merlin swore that he was going to stay away from Facebook. He remembered the Friendster fad in 2002. He wished he didn’t. Hours spent forming the perfect fauxhawk and finding the right pose for a snapshot of feigned indifference. Days rooted to his computer seat, trying to find more “friends” and trading testimonials. Merlin shuddered in embarrassment at the memories of his gawky 14 year-old self.
Then of course, there was the whole MySpace craze. Which, okay, Merlin thought the band pages were cool. But he was confused at the billions of features and got pissed at the constant “Server Too Busy” error messages. Plus, the top 8 friends on display? That was insensivity wrapped in a shiny competitive package.
Following that, there was Bebo, Multiply, hi5…and whatever the fuck else. Everything seemed so fake to Merlin. It was all a popularity game, nothing else. So when he heard of this upcoming social-networking site Facebook, he couldn’t help but scoff.
Though, not his best friend Gwen (who he knew since they were both five). No, she was into this entire Internet mixing business. Who do you think roped him into this tangled web of lies anyway? It started with her crushing on this “fit hottie” Lancelot du Lac from their English class. But she was too shy to talk to him. Or add him online. So Merlin set up an account and proceeded to act as the middleman for the rest of the year. There was a lot of eye rolling and fake-vomiting on Merlin’s part (but he was secretly pleased. Lance made Gwen happy and that was all that mattered).
So yeah, back to the point, Merlin and the virtual networks were through. Merlin had their relationship squashed down and vacuumed shut. Gwen on the other hand was sucked in deeper and deeper ever since she signed up and soon, their weekly Thursday night movie marathons were converted to become ‘Gwen’s virtual pet runs a marathon while Merlin sulks in a corner’ nights.
Bloody ‘Pet Society’. Gwen was addicted to that game like crack. And so were a lot of his course mates. What was so great about it? Wasn’t it essentially an animated blob shifting on the screen?
Merlin had to find out.
Merlin joined Facebook. 2:47am
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“It’s for research. How a generation easily conforms to a façade of relationships through advanced technology.”
“Whatever. Just add me as a friend, will you? And don’t add Morgana! I’ve only got 98 friends but she’s got over 300! ”
“See! Façade of relation- Oww!” Merlin rubbed furiously at his reddening arm. Gwen could perform one hell of a pinch.
Merlin is now friends with Guinevere Cameliard and Lancelot du Lac. 7:56pm - Comment
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“Are you on Facebook again? On Pet Society? You hypocritical asshole!”
“Fuck off! I’m racing against your pet and I’m winning. Seriously though, Lancy? That’s the lamest pet name ever!”
“Like you’re one to talk! Dragon. What are you? Seven?”
Merlin is playing with his pet in Pet Society. 10:14AM - Comment
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Arthur Pendragon added you as a friend on Facebook...
From: Facebook (confirm+mui5-mvm@facebookmail.com)
Sent: 29 September 2008 06:13 AM
To: Merlin (merlinnotthewizard@hotmail.com)
Arthur added you as a friend on Facebook. We need to confirm that you know Arthur in order for you to be friends on Facebook.
To confirm this friend request, follow the link below:
http://www.facebook.com/n.php/aHR0cDovL3d3dy5mYWNlYm9vay5jb20vbi8_1cmVxcy5waHA
Thanks,
The Facebook Team
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Merlin’s eyes might have popped out of their sockets. Arthur Pendragon, son of one of the wealthiest businessmen in the country, sent him a friend request. How odd.
Sure, the both of them shared a few classes at the University of Camelot and they exchanged pleasantries now and then, but it was nothing more than that. They weren’t exactly acquaintances, and they definitely weren’t friends. Merlin thought it was pointless to add non-friends onto his Facebook account. He’d just stayed on the previous networking sites if he wanted additions like Arthur who were obviously playing the popularity game.
Besides that, over at UoC, Arthur was treated like a prince, many falling at his feet to serve him in any way they could. Word around campus was that Arthur was a player, toying with both men and women, discarding them at a drop of a hat. He drunkenly groped Merlin once at a party, and tried to stuff his tongue down Merlin's throat. Merlin just shoved him onto a nearby couch. Or floor. Or person. Whatever, Merlin didn't bother to check as he left the area.
Arthur was a prat. A royal one, to be exact.
Merlin clicked 'ignore'.
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Merlin is tense . 5:46PM - Comment
Guinevere Cameliard wrote at 5:50pm
LOL. Someone needs to get laid!
Wall-to-Wall - Write on Guinevere Cameliard's Wall
Lancelot du Lac wrote at 6:10pm
Definitely not me *waggles eyebrows*
Wall-to-Wall - Write on Lancelot du Lac's Wall
Guinevere Cameliard wrote at 6:12pm
Hahahahaha <333
Wall-to-Wall - Write on Guinevere Cameliard's Wall
Merlin Wyllt wrote at 6:30pm
Hardy.Har.Har. That PRAT keeps sending the friends request. Can’t he take a hint and fuck off?
Wall-to-Wall
Guinevere Cameliard wrote at 6:32pm
Ooh. Fiesty! Nice!
Wall-to-Wall - Write on Guinevere Cameliard's Wall
Merlin Wyllt wrote at 6:50pm
Piss off, you lot!
Wall-to-Wall
Merlin Wyllt wrote at 6:51pm
And leave my wall alone!
Wall-to-Wall
Merlin is now friends with Arthur Pendragon. 9:30pm - Comment
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Merlin regrets the day he accepted Arthur as a Facebook friend. Arthur kept SuperPoking him by throwing all sorts of livestock.
Merlin wonders whether it was within his rights as a vegetarian to protest against the violent nature of this act. Virtual or not, cows were still cows and should not be thrown about.
He then decides he’s gone crazy and logs off for the day.
Arthur Pendragon tagged Merlin Wyllt in his note Stop being an idiot. Quit ignoring me.
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Pop Out Chat
Arthur Pendragon says:
hey!
Arthur Pendragon says:
hello?
Arthur Pendragon says:
merlin?
Arthur Pendragon says:
MERLIN!
Merlin Wyllt says:
Oh Arthur. Hey.
Merlin Wyllt says:
I didn’t know there was an in-built chat log here.
Arthur Pendragon says:
you’re such an idiot
Arthur Pendragon says:
um,, dude have you been ignoring me???
Merlin Wyllt says:
Wha?
Arthur Pendragon says:
GOD!
Arthur Pendragon says:
YOU
Arthur Pendragon says:
BEEN
Arthur Pendragon says:
IGNORING
Arthur Pendragon says:
ME
Arthur Pendragon says:
???
Merlin Wyllt says:
If you don’t mind me stating the obvious…we’re not exactly friends. We don’t talk to each other in school and this is all very sudden and awkward.
Arthur Pendragon says:
really? I could’ve sworn …
Arthur Pendragon says:
ahhh nevermind.
Arthur Pendragon says:
look. just. I’m hosting a halloween party tomorrow. medieval themed. you should come.
Arthur Pendragon says:
bring along those two friends you’re always with if you want to.
Arthur Pendragon says:
so I’ll see you there, alright?
Huh, Merlin thought. That was weird.
Arthur Pendragon created an event: KING ARTHUR AND HIS KNIGHTS (and ladies)/ MY PLACE
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“This is a bad idea, Gwen. I look stupid.”
“Oh shuttup Merlin. I think we look quite the part, don’t we?”
“You and Lance do! You’re a girl so it doesn’t matter what you wear because you’re gorgeous any way. And Lance is a fucking knight. Why do I have to be some servant boy?”
“Well, they ran out of costumes at the store, love. And Lance’s the knight because, well, you’re too small for the suit. Hey! At least Gaius gave us a discount!” Guinevere smiled as she tried to smoothen the coarse fabric that Merlin was wearing. It did nothing to the fabric, and definitely zilch to the knots forming in the pit of his stomach.
Stupid Arthur and his stupid theme parties.
17 of your friends are attending KING ARTHUR AND HIS KNIGHTS (and ladies)/ MY PLACE
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“Merlin, my man!” boomed a loud voice over the deafening thumpa-thumpa from the dancefloor. A muscular arm clapped over his shoulder and he tried not to wince from the sting.
“Arthur!” he replied curtly, eyes never leaving the ground. A strained silence enveloped them. Merlin felt extremely uncomfortable and turned to grab his friends to leave when-
“Come on Gwen, let me get you a drink,” Lancelot placed his palm on the small of her back and gently guided her through the sea of costumed bodies.
Just like that, his two friends were gone, swallowed up by the masses. Merlin started to get twitchy.
“Hey-“
“Look-“
Arthur bit back a grin.
“You first”, he gestured to Merlin.
“I’m not some nancy girl, I don’t need your chivalry. And if you’re planning some prank, let me just tell you that I am skilled in that area and will not hesitate to retaliate.”
Arthur just heaved an exasperated sigh.
“Look Merlin. I don’t know what’s got your knickers in a twist but I’m not the bad guy here, okay? I just noticed we’ve been in a couple of classes together and thought it’d be good to actually know you. I come in peace,” Arthur joked as he crooked his fingers into the international peace sign.
“Although…” Merlin’s head snapped upwards. He saw Arthur’s right arm dip forward to grab a prop-sword out of the sheath hanging on his side. There was a glint in his eyes, but not one of malice. It was pure mischief. Merlin’s paranoia quickly dissipated and he grabbed some random “knight’s” sword as a form of defence.
The two boys young men made swift and playful jabs at each other as they dashed madly in the confined space. It was a viscious fight, swords creating dissonance to the dance music.
Soon, they were the center of attention and people cleared the makeshift dancefloor as Arthur and Merlin made wild stabs at the other.
It was a dance of steps and thrusts, random patterns and then some. With a final clang, Arthur maneuvered the sword out of Merlin’s clutches and pretended to slay his opponent. Merlin, to the delight of their impromptu audience, staged a fantastic dying sequence. The pair good-naturedly stepped atop a dining table, taking a bow as the crowd chanted ”King Arthur saves the day! King Arthur saves the day!”
Arthur was grinning broadly, triumph and joy written all over his face. Merlin couldn’t help but smile in return.
Arthur Pendragon tagged Merlin in a photo- 2:03AM
Tagged in: halloween
&stop.
more to come.