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independent & selective. multiverse. female centric. mordred pendragon.

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Colin Morgan as Nathan Appleby in The Living and the Dead 1.05

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And yet, you kept going.

A reminder. (via sagorna)

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send me a topic to write a meta about my muse on

I might write anything from a paragraph to a whopping essay, but send me something you’ve noticed about my characterisation or just something you want to know about my muse and I will write what I can!

[dxrknesswillrise]

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                        she’s battle worn & scarred.

                       sword drawn, droplets of sweat dampening pale brow to match the flush high upon sharpened features, she approaches the shadow she can see just mere feet away from her. the darkness doesn’t scare her; it never has - but it’s what lurks in the darkness that makes the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. leather clad fingers tighten upon heavy steel as carefully, she steps over broken twigs & disturbed leaves - a wrong move, that would be all it took; & she would no longer be in control of this game of cat & mouse.

                         they, no doubt, saw mordred as a villain.

                         & perhaps she was. villainous things must be done, had to be done, for the greater good - for the future her people were no longer apart of.

                      “ why do you hide? what do you fear? “

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im permanently emotionally damaged but it’s chill, I’m chill

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[ lafaey // ana ]

           she’s her mother.    she’s always known her better than she did herself.  it was that strange sixth sense that they seemed to get when they entered into motherhood.   ana had always thought it to be a myth until she had become one herself,   until she had tasted sweet naivete in the form of her children.   they relied on her for everything.   so she had to know everything.   but mordred seemed to hold onto that even into ana’s adult life.   which meant one thing  -   she knew she was seeing someone.   ‘ okay, before you freak out; the only reason i didn’t tell you is because i didn’t wanna jinx it.   i like him.   the kids like him. ‘   // @dxrknesswillrise

                         “ i never said a word. “

                          but she was smiling all the same, ever knowing even if her daughter believed her to be oblivious to the most obvious of thing. she had noted the changes in her, the way ana would try & hide a smile to herself when she thought no one was looking. mordred knew the signs of being in love, of being happy with someone - even when she hadn’t experienced it herself in a long, long time.                            

                           she remembered what it felt like.                            but that didn’t mean she wasn’t overprotective, that it would stop her from getting involved if she had to & in the past, she’d been forced to. she’d protect her daughter & her grandsons even if it meant she couldn’t protect herself. “ i have been waiting two weeks for you to tell me, though. i’m just giving you a loving, motherly nudge. that’s all. “

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surPRISE BITCH BET U THOUGHT YOU'D SEEN THE LAST OF ME

                       oh shi t save me barry

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[ bcndruidh // kara ]

                            the idols he had worshipped had turned out to be nothing more than false gods.

                            it’s cold toward the north, a shocking, bitter chill that not even thick furs could keep out. it turns the skin of their cheeks pink, flush with colour where deep red had rose to the surface of their very beings. for miles, there’s nothing to see but white - nothing but snow covered hills where green had once been. mordred knows, however, that they are headed in the right direction - he had travelled these lands before in search of a queen he had once believed in.                             he believed again.                             by the skin of his teeth, he had managed to save kara - clawed his way from the dank cells of camelot & toward the executioners stand which she had faced alone. people had perished, men that he had once called brothers - but she, at least, was safe.                             morgana would hold no grudge against her.                             “ come, “ he spoke, reaching his hand out behind him as she faltered. “ we’ll freeze if we stop here - you must walk. “

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lafaey:

         porcelain hands reach for her mother.    as if travelling down to the very pits of hell,   the basement was the last thing she had to say goodbye to before they could move on with their lives.   mordred would ensure that nothing would happen to her in this manner ever again ; & the fact that she was there with her was poignant.   the last time she had been down there, it was with the fake.  the bitch.   the abuser.   but now,   it was her future.   a loving mother,   a loving home.   this was all she needed.   ‘  —————- do you really think this will help?  deaton said it might. ‘   // @dxrknesswillrise

                           “ i ---------------------- i believe it might get worse before it feels any better. “

                           & that was the harsh truth of it all. what eleanor had done to faux daughter over & over again, repeatedly & without hesitation would have left its scars upon ana's skin, even if wolf blood would have swallowed them whole. some scars were not meant to be seen, only carried upon the soul where no one would look. she had suffered greatly, suffered for the sake of suffering at her hands.

                           but no more.                                                                                       mordred's hand would grasp her daughter's tightly, until knuckles turned white - a sign of support, of reassurance. pain was an old friend of the druid's, one she carried like a weight upon her shoulders. if she could age, it would show upon her features.                                                                                                                        " but i'm here. you're not alone any longer. you're safe. "

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dxrknesswillrise // mordred

MUSE AESTHETICS : HORROR EDITION.

GOTHIC HORROR.   gaslights.   corsets.   ballrooms.   candlelight. mist. starless nights.  full moons.   cobbled streets.   horse-drawn carriages.   mysterious strangers.  bogs.   moors.   forests.   mountains.   castles.   velvet.   silver.   brass.   gold.   jewels.   domino masks.   the opera.  dangerous romances.  tragic romances.  violins.   roses.   lilies.   empty graves.  crosses.  cemeteries.   snow.  ice.   the gallows.   crows.   milk-white skin.  ambiguous illness.  fangs.  pointed nails.  something howling in the night.   capes.   gloves.   top hats.   straight razors.   lightning.   pipe organs.   underground caverns.   bats.   mice.   rats.   ravens.   cats.   pearls.  attics.  talismans.   axes.   wood.  isolation in a room full of people.   vampires.   werewolves.   ghosts.   coffins.   western europe.   eastern europe.   bones.   churches.   catacombs.   mausoleums.   books.

CLASSIC HORROR.   black and white.   powder puffs.   red lipstick.   winged eyeliner.   white kitten heels.  black lace lingerie.   icy blue eyes.  rain.   abandoned cars.   skeletons.   acid.    poison.   voyeurism.   switchblades.  strangling.  overcoats.  looking over your shoulder.  trans-atlantic accents.   private detectives.   dinner parties.   haunted mansions.   alcohol in glass decanters.  cobwebs. perfect blonde curls.   kitchen knives.  shock.   cellars.   dust.   dark alleys.   empty streets.   driving at night.   horn-rimmed glasses.   radiation.   zombies.   serial murder.   suspicion.   paranoia.  the city.   witches.   the devil.   cannibalism.   conspiracies.   amulets.  abject terror.  the american south.   the american northeast.   england.   analog cameras.

SLASHERS.   bloodbaths.   massacres.   wanton nudity.   newspapers.  leather jackets.   letterman jackets.  converse sneakers.   obscured faces.  social unrest.  bonfires.   lakes.    babysitters.   suburbia.   high school.   lockers.   dead leaves in the fall.  jack-o’-lanterns.   outdated television sets.  nightmares.   psychiatrists.   hospitals.   unstoppable forces.   gunfire.   police.   landline telephones.  household objects turned into improvised weapons.   halloween.   secrets.   revelations.   character masks.   scrunchies.   wild curls.   jeering children.   parties.   fire.  swearing.  revulsion.   california.   the american midwest.   ambulances.

PARANORMAL HORROR.   malevolent spirits.   seances.   spells.   missing bodies.   hidden graves.  white noise.   static.   flickering lights.   rings of salt.   demons.   poltergeists.   dark histories.   old buildings.   cold air.   mausoleums.    wells.   urban exploration.   a dog barking at something you can’t see.   black ooze.  old photographs.   dark bodies of water.   crucifixes.   priests.   possession.   exorcisms.  dolls.

CRYPTID   /   URBAN LEGEND HORROR.   aliens.  blinding light.  dark woods.   driving at night.   claw-marks.   bite-marks.   men in black.   memory loss.  dismembered bodies.  sewers.  flashlights.   cell phones.   video cameras.   cars with tinted windows.   unlabeled casette tapes.  bugs.   big cities.   urban crimes.   clowns.   something rustling outside your window. glowing light.  unsolved mysteries. suburbia. mirrors. the american pacific northwest.   the american midwest.   hiking / backpacking.

THRILLERS.   daylight.    fluorescent lighting.   morgues.   asylums.   unwavering eye contact.    tension.  lit rooms with no one inside them.   a dog digging in the newly-planted flower bed.   steely gazes.   paperwork.   anagrams.   codes.   convicted killers.   missing persons.   law enforcement.   federal agents.   small towns.   suspicion.   subdued terror.   dimly-lit parking lots.

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I look young But inside I am old And filled with the deaths Of other people.

(via killthebxy)

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SO. now that i can semi use tumblr again, i'll throw it out there - like the thing for a starter! i haven't played m!mordred in years ya'll been warned

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Columbia River Gorge//Washington Side//April 2016

[martindust]

Death is near, death is near. For a banshee is here. Run and hide you may try  - no use against a banshee’s cry.                          ( indie lydia martin, written by morgie. ) 

[bimordred]

you did it because you hate me