Destiny Chosen

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                          One day, I shall prove my LOYALTY to you and the king.                                     Then I hope that we may be FRIENDS.

                                      Private Mordred  ||  18+ Only  ||  Penned by Doll

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❧  Daenerys  //  zaldrczes

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lyric starter ! dance to forget by tryhardninja

My chest forever cold A cold and maddening descent Descending down so far Fall farther ‘til there’s nothing left I’m left here in the dark

Mordred found himself fiddling with various weapons when he overheard the words. Bright eyes shifted from gleaming steel and iron towards FIRE instead. It wasn’t surprising given how much they had all lost. One of the few remaining freefolk south of the wall as Mordred could never see a job half finished, he saw the weary looks on the rest of the southerners as well.   ❝   DANGEROUS words, if I may say so. I have a feeling if you go down into that darkness, you won’t care for what you FIND.   ❞

[withextra]

DOCTOR WHO: TIME OF THE DOCTOR sentence meme. feel free to change context/pronouns/etc as necessary.

Emergency! You’re my boyfriend.

Ding dong! Okay, brilliant.

No, no, you’re not actually my boyfriend. 

So, I may have accidentally invented a boyfriend. 

I just need you to come for dinner. Just do that for me. Come to dinner and be my date. 

I emailed you some instructions. 

No, stop, stop, don’t move. Don’t do anything. 

And please, just learn how to use iPlayer. 

So why haven’t you just gone down there and had a look? 

Anything you have to say to me, you can say in front of her.

Actually, would you mind waiting out here, please?

Remember. I want you back in one hour.

You got bored one night, didn’t you?

My eyebrows are just delicate.

That wasn’t quite what I was meant to say! 

Maybe it’s just nice here. I almost hate to find out what’s wrong.

There you are. What took you so long? 

I knew. I always knew it wasn’t over. 

Okay, is that it? Are you doing a clever thing?

No. Don’t you dare. No, no!

Don’t you move one step further.

Don’t be cool. Cool is not cool!

Does this mean you’re leaving? 

You tricked me!

I saved you!

You didn’t even say goodbye!

Hey, after all these years, I’ve finally found somewhere that needs me to stick around. 

You can do it. You’ve got it in you. Come on, just hang on in there. 

Why did you send me away?

If I hadn’t sent you away, I’d have buried you a long time ago.

Have you been paying attention? 

I had vanity issues at the time.

Change the future. 

Every life I save is a victory. Every single one. 

What about your life? Just for once, after all this time, have you not earned the right to think about that? 

We shouldn’t be having an argument.

Everything ends. And sooner than you think.

I’m not interested in changing history. I want to change the future.

Why didn’t you call me? I could have helped. 

Well, you’d better kill me, then. Go on. 

Give me those big, sad eyes. Look at me so I know you’re not lying.

Tell me you will never send me away ever again.

I will never send you away again. 

I might leave tomorrow. Or the next day. Or the day after that.

Other fish in the sea, that’s what I’m saying.

I’ve got a suggestion, that’s all. I’ve got a list of suggestions. 

I’d seen him before, lots of times, but he just looked so beautiful standing there. 

I wanted everything to stop. I wanted nothing to change ever again. 

He shouldn’t die alone. Go to him.

Were you always so young? 

No. You’re going to stay here. Promise me you will. 

I’ll be keeping you safe. One last victory. Allow me that.

Thank you. And goodbye.

If you love him — and you should — help him. Help him. 

It’s started. I can’t stop it now. 

It all just disappears, doesn’t it? Everything you are, gone in a moment, like breath on a mirror.

Any moment now, he’s a-coming. 

Times change and so must I.

We all change, when you think about it. We’re all different people all through our lives.

We all change, when you think about it. We’re all different people all through our lives. And that’s okay, that’s good; you’ve got to keep moving, so long as you remember all the people that you used to be.

I will not forget one line of this. Not one day. I swear.

Please don’t change.

We’re probably crashing. 

Stay calm. Just one question. Do you happen to know how to fly this thing?

[katiemcgrath]

❋ Merlin meme: [2/3] Villains Misguided Druid Mordred “ I really fucked it up this time. Didn’t I my dear?" 

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❧  avaliantprince  //  King Arthur

@druidtraitor​ ( One year after the previous events )

Over the course of a year, Arthur had dedicated a lot of his time to trying to make changes to Camelot. Magic was slowly but surely being introduced again, and though there had been some moments of panic where Arthur wanted nothing to do with it and wanted to shut the whole operation down, he had pushed through to the best of his abilities. Magic folk were coming forth to request hearings with him, seeking for payment in return for the evils done to them or their family in the past. Then, of course, there were some people of magic who were too angry for payment and wanted nothing more than to see Arthur dead. Those were the ones he had to watch out for, and those were the ones that he would give a death sentence to for making attempts on his life.

During one of his many journeys outside of the city, he’d come across a group of druids who were under attack. They were scrambling to get their belongings, reminding Arthur of when he had watched them flee at his presence a year ago. He’d taken it upon himself to help them, thus saving their lives and preventing them from having to move again. They’d been scared of him at first, knowing that they were in the presence of Arthur, son of Uther, but he had assured them that they had no reason to fear him and that he only wanted peace. It was one of the more memorable acts of kindness he’d done for those with magic. Was it enough to gain their trust? Perhaps not fully.

It was an uphill battle every step of the way, but Gwen was there to support him and assure him that every gesture counted. Even if it was a slow process, people were noticing the changes. Given time, Camelot would become the kingdom Arthur envisioned it to be. One day, he and the people of Camelot, including those of magic, would be able to live in peace and harmony. Uther would be rolling in his grave right now if he were to know of the changes Arthur was making. He would be seen as a disappointment, but Arthur knew now that Uther was indeed a broken man and had allowed fear to control him. Still, there was something for Arthur to fear: Mordred. His words still lingered in his mind, and Arthur actively sent knights and soldiers out to scout the area and ensure that no suspicious activity was taking place. If it was a war Mordred wanted, then it was a war he would have. It just left the question of when?

While riding back from his travels, Arthur had found himself ambushed by another group of swordsmen who opposed his reign. There was little time for talk and introductions, the king and his knights drawing their swords and quickly finding themselves engaged in battle. Arthur was a proud swordsman and was known to be the best Camelot had, but even he hadn’t been prepared for the challenge that had approached him. They were strong. A force to be reckoned with. His knights fought valiantly, yet one by one they were picked off by numbers greater than his own. They were outnumbered and evidently outmatched. Soon it was just Arthur left, and the king found himself knocked onto his back after a lengthy and ruthless sword fight. The opponents sword was now left lingering above his chest, threatening to pierce his heart at any given moment. He knew this position all too well from training and duels. This was defeat. And this time, Merlin wasn’t around to save him.

He’d heard of the developments within the kingdom, of how CHANGE had started to take hold. He’d heard various different opinions on the matter. The druids he might stay with, the often spoke of a newfound HOPE in Camelot’s ruler, a hope that Mordred himself had once had. During their exchanges, he would often stay silent on the matter and, by the next day, would be gone. If he ever stopped in a town, Mordred could hear the commonfolk compare the spread to that of a WEED and one that had to be uprooted quickly. How afraid they were that times were changing. Perhaps not back to the lawless ways they once were but people could so easily FEAR what they did not understand. Even then, he would say nothing and be gone just as quickly. It was easy to rely on rumours but, with the slow spread, he hardly saw much actual change. More hearsay than anything else and that was hardly enough to SATISFY the druid.

Still, a year had passed and he had not made a move. Perhaps it was his own doubt instilled in him, his mind shaking free of the webs laid by Morgana and every sly word she had whispered to push him further into that inky darkness. He’d defended Arthur so many times to her and each time, was immediately shot down with flaming words. Sure, he had come across many that still sought REVENGE against Arthur and he had spoken to them about taking exactly that but he was always gone far too quickly to do much plotting. Still, it did bring him some peace of mind knowing he wasn’t alone in such a venture. But with the knights still HUNTING for him, he had to be so careful. At any moment, they could come, weapons in hand, and would force Mordred’s hand into using his magic for BLOODSHED. 

And then whispers. Mordred always had ways of checking on the druids that had helped raise him specifically. Their numbers had dwindled, especially with magic outlawed for so long and their kind hunted to near EXTINCTION. But he heard whispers of the King come to save that specific group, that he had both spared them and saved them. Perhaps from bandits that might seek to take advantage of their situation. Mordred wasn’t entirely sure. But it was something that lingered within him, a seed planted in the field of ANGER.

He’d nestled down in the woods when he had heard the scuffle. Shouts and cries, swords clashing against other swords, shields, and armour. It was a ringing sound he had become all too familiar with in his time as a knight. He could have stayed out of it. Let whoever it was fight amongst themselves and, should the victors venture in his direction and carry ill intentions, deal with them himself. It would certainly be EASY enough to. But as the battle waged on, Mordred finally gathered his sword, wrapped in cloth that he carried to HIDE it, and dared to move closer, all the while keeping to the trees so he wouldn’t be so easily detected. The warlock sensed no magic, knew it was only normal humans that fought, but still he pressed on.

Once he was close enough, Mordred stayed behind a particularly large trunk, bright eyes taking it all in. The bodies of many knights of Camelot lay scattered, though none he truly recognised. It wasn’t until he focused on one of the attackers struggling with perhaps the LAST survivor in his group of former allies. Silver armour and an all too familiar glow of a golden mane. King Arthur himself. Setting the sword against the tree for the moment, his hand instead reached towards the dagger attached to his belt, the smaller weapon one he had favoured many years before coming into Arthur’s service. One step forwards, careful to avoid the leaves that would surely give him away. Rather than focus his grip on the dagger, it began to loosen before eyes flashed yellow and the weapon levitated, out of his grip, and was sent FLYING———

Flying straight into the head of the man inches away from killing Arthur before returning to his grasp once more. 

Stepping out fully, finally, and headed straight towards the sword that had been left in the dirt. He could feel the attackers’ eyes on him but he had grown with bandits and others of a seedy nature. Picking up the fallen blade, it twisted in his grasp for a moment before the druid was quick to toss it to the king rather than run it through him. 

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This here is a permanent starter call! Liking this lets me know at any time if you want a starter and allows me to tag you in random things and send you all the memes. I also may jump into your ims to scream and/or plot with you! It also means I own your soul and will send you a shit ton of angst oops. 

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☪      NOW    I     RISE     SENTENCE     PROMPTS   .  

*   TAKEN FROM THE BOOK ‘ NOW I RISE ‘ , CHANGE PRONOUNS AS YOU WISH !

❝ Hold hands with the devil until you are both over the bridge. ❞

❝ Or kill the devil and burn the bridge so no one can get to you. ❞

❝ The world will destroy her in the end. ❞

❝ No one will be more brutal than me.. ❞

❝ No one will be more ruthless. And I will never stop fighting. ❞

❝ I wonder if anyone gets through childhood without being broken. ❞

❝ Mercy is the one thing I cannot afford. Not yet. ❞

❝ What we do now, we do so that someday mercy will be able to survive here. ❞

❝ Why must I always be a man’s servant? ❞

❝ If anything, I should be partners with the devil, not his servant. ❞

❝ Do not lose that hunger. ❞

❝ You will always have to fight for everything. ❞

❝ Even when you already have it, you will have to keep fighting to maintain it. ❞

❝ You will have to be more ruthless, more brutal, more everything. ❞

❝ Any weakness will undo everything you have accomplished. ❞

❝ If I wanted shit, I would have visited the privy, not asked for an audience with you. ❞

❝ My fierce little girl. You can do anything. ❞

❝ Time, the moon, arguments, and, most of all, coins. ❞

❝ I cannot imagine a god who hates anything that is love! ❞

❝ I never want you to hate yourself for any love that is in you. ❞

❝ I do not know how to live in a world where everyone is right and everyone is wrong. ❞

❝ I do not know who I am anymore. ❞

❝ I do not take orders from women. ❞

❝ My men do not have a similar problem.  ❞

❝ The man fell, a crossbow bolt sticking out of his chest. ❞

❝ We saw everything that was not ours, and we hungered. ❞

❝ Do not lose that hunger. You will always have to fight for everything. ❞

❝ She was tired of being in control all the time, tired of worrying, tired of waiting. ❞

❝ I wish you had been my father. ❞

❝ I made him into someone I do not know.  ❞

❝ I do not want to imagine a world in which you are not you. ❞

❝ You carry too much hope, and it will canker in your soul like an infection. ❞

❝ Hope was an arrow that never ceased piercing his heart. ❞

❝ When you start lower, you have to fight for every scrap of space you occupy in the world… ❞

❝ I had more luck than you. ❞

❝ The more pliable the prince, the more power they had. ❞

❝ And who could be more pliable than a simple girl, playing at the throne? ❞

❝ Hatred makes monsters of all of us. ❞

❝ I am going to give the wrong impression, wearing this. ❞

❝ You mean a good impression? ❞

❝ She would not wish any part of herself away. ❞

❝ It is easier to build than to destroy. ❞

❝ What a luxury honesty was. ❞

❝ Did he know everything, too? Were none of her humiliations private? ❞

❝ Are you sure you do not want curtains?  ❞

❝ I hate this castle and every room in it. I do not care what it looks like. ❞

❝ The last caravan they robbed had been filled with fine clothing. ❞

❝ Well, I thought they might be pretty. ❞

❝ But, certainly, they can double as weapons. You are very practical. ❞  

❝ That would fit better if it were designed for a man. ❞

❝ But it set off the color of your eyes so nicely. ❞

❝ Do not blaspheme, young man. ❞

❝ But roughly two men in support for every one man fighting. ❞

❝ How can our God ever withstand the ferocity of this faith? ❞

❝ That still leaves sixty thousand? Seventy thousand? ❞

❝ No one will be more brutal than me. No one will be more ruthless. ❞

❝ Too much spark leads to explosions. ❞

❝ But your sister will destroy as much as she can before she goes out. ❞

❝ She will go down in flames and blood. ❞

❝ He would die on the wall tonight, between his brothers and his enemies. ❞

❝ They had finally come to the end. ❞

❝ Whichever side won, neither would triumph. ❞

❝ He sent none to me when I took my throne in spite of him. ❞

❝ You did not choose right.  ❞

❝ She would have to cut her way through the world, uphill, for the rest of her life. ❞

❝ I would have visited the privy, not asked for an audience with you.❞

❝ Her merits, her accomplishments, her strength would never speak for themselves.  ❞

❝ I want you to find that same love. ❞

❝ Everything else can fall by the road and be trodden underfoot as we pass to our home.  ❞

❝ By my estimations, there are almost two hundred thousand men out there. ❞

[noblemagicks]

Everyone wishes they were SPECIAL                                                               ——— and the special only wish they were ORDINARY

                                          Fandomless Witch OC || Penned by Doll || 18+ Only

[deanpendragon]

Let loose the hounds of war. Let the dreadfire of the last priestess rain down from angry skies. For brother will slaughter brother. For friend will murder friend. As the great horn sounds a cold dawn at Camlann.

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SONGS  TO  WRITE  WITH  !

whether it be melodies that give you inspiration for your muse or songs that get you into the writing mood  —  pick 10 songs you find to give you the urge ,  the drive ,  or the creativity to write for your muse  —  then tag your favourite peeps to get an insight on their musical inspirational feels .

MORDRED’S  PLAYLIST  !

i.              Man in the Mirror ——  J2, Cameron the Public (cover) ii.             Little Lion Man  ——  Mumford & Sons iii.            Smokestacks  ——  Layla iv.            Fire, Fire  ——  Flyleaf v.             Broken Crown  ——  Mumford & Sons vi.            Way Down We Go  ——  Kaleo vii.           Dark on Me  ——  Starset viii.          Boy with the Bubblegun ——  Tom McRae ix.            Silent Running  ——  Hidden Citizens x.             Running with the Wolves  —— AURORA

TAGGED  BY  :   @bcndruidh TAGGING   :   @nimueries, @avaliantprince, @calledemrys, @starblcssd​, @ycungwclf, @noblestcg, 

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hi Im a personal blog but i really like your Mordred and the stories you tell with him :-)

how’s my portrayal ?

I didn’t even know I had personals following my stuff! Thank you so much! I just want to explore so many things we don’t get in canon like his emotions and everything and aus. If you ever want to come scream at me (probably through asks atm), then you’re more than welcome to!

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Different anon, I swear! But if you're okay with constructive critisism, I just want to say your font is a little too small for me to read....

how’s my portrayal ? not really but I don’t know how else to answer you on anon

Hi there! That’s honestly not a problem, mate. In my rules, I even state that if you have eyesight issues, you are 100% able to tell me and I’ll adjust my normal font size for you! I tend to just make lists of people that can’t deal with smaller font so that I can remember each one so if you have issues, my ims are open! 

[druidtraitor-blog]

Omg I love your portrayal of Mordred. I'm especially here for his response to Arthur (avaliantprince) in your latest posts! Definitely feeling those angsty vibes.

how’s my portrayal ?

Well, sweetheart, you’re really going to love the angst that comes next. Or you’ll cry over it. Or hate it. Maybe all three, I’ll probably be doing all three. We’re over here plotting the most bittersweet shit like the darkest chocolate you can find on the market.

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I think you try to rp Mordred as too much of a "good boy" when he's a major antagonist. And then you throw hate on characters and blame them when he became one. Not a bad writer but I feel like you don't really get that he's evil.

how’s my portrayal ?

First off, I never have said that he isn’t a villain and it’s kinda what I love about him.Second, by ‘blaming’ and ‘character hate’, I’m sure you’re talking about this post? Never once do I, the mun, ‘hate’ on a character. You can even read the tags where I explain I love all the characters. It’s a post on events from Mordred’s POV and several of the reasons he went darkside. Trust me, I was yelling at him through the screen just as often as any other character. He turns into a villain after many different circumstances but doesn’t even become that until the last couple of episodes. Ash and I have talked extensively about his betrayal and you’re more than welcome to come to me and I’ll share all my thoughts to you. Never once have I said that Arthur deserved it, though. Just that it was a long time coming, him going darkside.I’m all for constructive critisism but I feel as though you’ve missed a lot of what I’ve had to say about him. He’s my baby boy. Doesn’t mean I’m going to just show his good side. 

[druidtraitor-blog]

I shouldn't be surprised because you slay at every character you take on, but Mordred is written so perfectly and beautifully and you have such a deep understanding of his character & the pain he endured to influence the decisions he made. In other words? Perfect portrayal & much love from me.

how’s my portrayal ? 

Ash, Ash, Ash! Thank you so much. I’m really getting a chance to explore all that pain in our thread and it’s just so much fun to delve into all the tiny little details that led up to that point. There’s just so much to delve into and your Arthur is just perfect as well! Can you feel that tension?

[musingmeme-blog]

beep beep how’s my portrayal ?

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❧  risaen‌  //  dean

dean would have wagged his tail if he had one right now . the warlock was smiling at back at him and that meant he  was  friendly which was all dean really wanted .      ❝   oh ,  yeah ? i might have to follow you home and see if they’ve got a spare room for rent .   ❞    he says , before belly laughing . the thought of fleas has him reaching up to scratch at his ear just slightly before he catches himself . eyes lighting up as the conversation gets more interesting –      ❝  i could smell it .   ❞    dean says bluntly , smiling wide , canines just slightly longer than that of a normal human being .      ❝   you smell , i don’t know , like moss and sage , AND PINES . like a forest , full of life . but you don’t smell,  like evil .    ❞    dean speaks fast , only remembering to whisper half the words .      ❝  it’s been a very long time since i’ve met someone magic like me .    ❞    

His eyebrows raised slightly at the description of his scent, as ODD as it was. Was that what all witches and warlocks smelled like? Quite a distinct one and one hopefully not OBVIOUS to the rest of the world considering Mordred wasn’t eager to have himself exposed. Sure, normal people loved a good magic trick but only if that magic was FAKE.  ❝   Well, you’ve got quite the strong nose. Can’t imagine it does you any good in a large city, though.   ❞  Mordred could recall his time in London in his youth and would shudder to imagine being able to pick up on CERTAIN smells.  ❝   Also I don’t think I’ve ever been in the forest. Just in my dreams but I don’t think I’d ever venture into them. As for EVIL, well, I’d honestly just be happy to practice my skills the rest of my life. No need to hurt anyone.   ❞