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hii there! :D I'm kitty "kit/lou/eggs" [ they/she. 20 something. 10+ years of roleplay experience. ]

an independent multimuse account featuring original characters, as well as canon from multiple fandoms. mutuals only. discord available on request. gmt/bst timezone. please see the lists of characters [ above ] , either oc or canon, to see the kinda characters that I write. dms open for plotting purposes. random banters / starters are highly encouraged, please don't be shy 🫶🏽

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Peter Pan , Henry D. Mills , Eleventh Doctor , Merlin

godmerlin

Merlin 3x03 Goblin's Gold

tirmorheir

@kitsmuses MERLIN (BECAUSE I HAVE 0 CHILL)

This wasn't what she wanted, being seperated from Arthur and the Knights.. she was fairly sure Merlin didn't want this either. She had been injured amongst the chaos, it was why Arthur had told her not to come in the first place, but Elora was stubborn and Arthur was like a brother to her. They walked underneath the pass, to try not to be seen although with Elora's platinum blonde hair she was difficult to hide. "Merlin!" Elora whispered, hearing footsteps above them, she quickly took hold of the Warlock pulling him to the side, standing in front of him so she was flush against his torso, she had more armour on than he did.

Blood covered her palm, it smelled metallic and was sticky to the touch, (yet Elora always seemed to smell like lillies and roses). Breathing hurt, walking hurt, but what other choice did she have? It was still another day's walk to Camelot. "Húdaid.." Elora muttered in her mother tongue, Tirmorian. In rough translation it meant, 'curses' in a negative sense. Yet she would never truly admit to having to stop from being wounded. The coast seemed to be clear, the Princess looked up to Merlin, offering a gentle smile.

"..Sorry..I thought I heard something" Elora apologised, wincing more at her side hand going back to her abdomen, leaning inadvertedly on Merlin, hand grasping onto his forearm, squeezing gently. "We still have a days walk to Camelot.." to safety.

kitsmuses

He shuffled slowly ahead, back against the wall, trying to keep as possibly quiet as Merlin was actually capable of. His eyes kept flicking upwards at the footsteps above. Somehow, amongst the chaos, they'd been separated from the others. And as much as he knew Elora was capable of looking after herself, Arthur would surely have his head if something happened to her.

Then, in a sudden movement, he felt himself get yanked back, and suddenly he was standing behind her, bodies barely apart. He held his breath, eyes darting, mind alert in case he needed to use a little bit of magic. And on that blink of the moment, as she looked back at him and smiled, he let out a quiet sigh of relief.

"Oh," he slipped an arm around her for support. "Does it hurt? — sorry, stupid question. You're in no fit state to walk, m'lady."

Unless— he could use magic. He could heal her, right there and then. He knew he could. But that would risk exposing himself to her.

#merlin muse #merlin and elora #no worries!#i love them already 🥺#mobile post

tirmorheir

@kitsmuses MERLIN

Elora had been in Camelot for ten years now, serving as a ward for Uther Pendragon after her Kingdom had been taken over by the Southrons. Her father executed and her mother also died smuggling Elora out of the Kingdom. She was a beautiful young woman, porcelain skin with a rosey blush to her cheeks, eyes which were the colour of the blue sky and long platinum blonde hair that when the sunlight hit the waves, it was like silver cascading down her back. The Knights had described Elora as ethereal, that there was just something about her that was unusual in a beautiful sort of way.

Elora wandered into Gaius's chambers, usually she was in her armour but today she wore an emerald green dress with gold threaded accents, her hair braided at the front and out of her face. "Oh, Merlin" Elora stated noticing the court physician wasn't around. "Do you know where Gaius is? I will require another vial for this evening" to stop the nightmares. There was something about Merlin that she was naturally drawn to, what it was? Elora couldn't place her finger on.

"I am surprised Arthur isn't wanting you out on the grounds this afternoon to help with the training.." She mused allowing a soft smile to grace rose coloured lips, blue hues upon the young Warlock. She heard the door open seeing Gaius walk in, "My Lady? Can I help you?" Gaius queried, "Yes actually, a vial for the nightmares" She replied "Getting bad again?" The physician asked.

"Admittedly..yes..Not just the visions but how I feel, it is like I can feel everything around me all the time, like a buzzing..noise..and it is seeping into the waking world" it was why she hadn't done the training for a while, afraid she would get distracted and harm someone. Gaius glanced over at Merlin with a raised brow, "I hear whispers in the night under the stars, like they call my name.." now she sounded crazy. She touched the bridge of her nose, "I guess I am just tired." Surely stars don't talk to you?

kitsmuses

"Oh, Gaius!"

A voice could be heard coming from inside of Merlin's bedroom, door open ajar, eyes glued to his spellbook, as he heard the door to Gaius' chambers open.

"I think I found the solution to—" he stood up, walking across his room, book in hands while his eyes were glued to the pages. His leg reached out towards the door, using his foot to open it fully, only to find that it wasn't Gaius standing there, but Elora.

"Oh, Elora! Sorry, I thought you were..." His voice trails off, as he quickly closes the book and kicking it back inside his room as he stepped out, closing the door behind him; hoping that she didn't see exactly what it was that he was holding. That was a close call. "He just um.. popped out to get some uh, herbs . . . he should be back soon." He couldn't help but catch her smile, it was contagious, offering one back in return. There was just something about her that he seemed to be drawn to that he couldn't quite put his finger on. "Yeah.. finally a day off— I think . . ."

When he wasn't working for Arthur, he was working for Gaius — poor Merlin, never caught a break. "Oh look, speak of him, and he shall appear!" He nodded towards Gaius entering the chambers, a small hint of humour lingered at the corner of his lips.

He took a few steps towards the table that Gaius has clearly been working at before he popped out, and leant against it, watching as the conversation unfolded between them in front of his very eyes. He caught Gaius' look and raised brow, giving a shrug in reply. Though, feeling everything around her? Stars whispering to her? It didn't sound anything at all that Camelot would approve off. It sounded almost like—— Merlin wasn't one to let this curiosity slide.

#tormorheir #merlin muse #merlin and elora

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espressoxmusings

"Taken a wrong turn, have we?" The Captain questioned, his blue eyes trained on the stranger in front of him, head tilted as he watched them closely. Observing. "You must be careful traversing through this forest all by your lonesome," a brief pause as he gestured around them, followed by what he intended to be a reassuring smile. "You never know what dangers you may come across." A friendly warning.

kitsmuses

His ears picked up a quietened voice, one that he happened to recognise. "If it isn't my old pal." He emphasised on the word old, as he came out from hiding in the shadows. In front of the captain stood his arch nemesis — the boy in green, with his red, messy locks.

"Missed me?" He had that same devilish grin written upon his face.

#KITSMUSES — peter pan #peter pan rp #neverland rp #disney rp

"Pirates. So obnoxious. Look at them over there, stomping around loudly in their giant boots." @eve-reborn from alice to peter!!

swivelling around, half jumping, to a voice coming from behind. he found it was alice. the girl who fell from the sky. he almost forgot about that.

the face belonging to a messy redhead boy fell into a frown upon the sneer mention of pirates, glad to see that they could agree on something. "absolutely disgusting!!"

#KITSMUSES — peter pan #peter and alice #peter pan rp #neverland rp #closed rp with eve-reborn

it was a late evening, and the whole street was silent below. the little flying boy in green, perked on a windowsil, could be seen peeking in through the opened window of the reader's home.

#kitsmuses — PETER PAN #open rp post #feel free to respond #neverland rp #peter pan rp

zannolin

peter pan (2003)'s portrayal of peter pan is so unhinged like. he can never die. but he can never live either. he'll never have to grow up. he'll never get to grow up. wendy could have convinced him to leave but what would have happened to neverland, which falls into a wintry darkness if he so much as leaves for a night, if he'd left for good? he has the world in the palm of his hand. it's a very small world. it would just as soon kill him to be sure he's paying it mind. everyone gets a satisfying ending except him. everyone changes except him. he's stagnant. he's constant. he's eternal. he's not a boy—he's a story. and sometimes that's the loneliest thing to be.