I COME FOR BLOOD.

WHAT'S YOURS because violence doesn’t always proceed directly from body to body. It flows from the heart to as far as the heart can’t see. is mine INDEPENDENT / SELECTIVE / CANON DIVERGENT / PRIMARILY LORE BASED MORDRED OF FATE beloved by stella.

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“ the hatred is hard to ignore. ” (its true tho)

POETRY STARTERS / ACCEPTING.

     “Ignore it not,” says Mordred in a stern voice. There’s no laughter from him, no great amusement in the face of this mans laments. His eyes glimmer when they roll toward the Archer, both his palms resting atop the pommel of his blade standing between his legs. “There is naught reason to deny it. If thou feels joy, joyeth thou must be—-if thou feels hate..” His tongue rolls and he tightens his fingers around the pommel, the claws of his gloves tapping idly along cold steel. Mordred’s eyes slowly narrow. Something in him clicks. “..Thou must release it.”

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sunneknyght:

     “BE THAT AS IT MAY, I SHOULD SOONER BE A FOOL THAN AN OATBREAKER LIKE THEE.”  His bright, blue eyes narrowed: here was the man that was once  his brother,  that forever remained as  the avatar of treachery.  There was only blood between them, and he almost wished for  more.  “I confess my sins, for my arrogance, for my disloyalty. I would atone.” He pointed a finger taut with accusations.  ( Without true understanding. )  “My  love  ? How can thou speakest of such when  KNOWST NAUGHT OF LOVE!  Gifted everything to rise above thy wickedness, gifted my Kynge’s favor, yet givest to temptation so proudly? What kind of  wretch  — !” 

     Mordred laughs and it is the most ugly laugh he can muster, so deeply hearty and just as dark as the heart which rests behind his ribs, and he goes on and on until he cannot stand it anymore, until the very act of showing amusement tired him so. “Thy hilarity knows no end!” Bright blue eyes, so like the raging sea, were met with storming emeralds in a fierce look, the most crooked smile carving itself onto Mordred’s face the more he noticed Gawain’s displeasure. “Thy Kynge hast left thou so far behind in darkness that thou find truth in delusions. Thou love a beast instead of a man.” He laughs again, but this laugh is much lower and more so sinister, rising from within his throat like a monster. “Thy Kynge is naught but a gravedigger. Thou hast allowed him to bury thou so willingly, but I returned to haunt him. No longer would he escape his sins in me.” Suddenly, the amusement fades and he switches to disgust, his eyebrows sharp and angry. “I knowst naught of thy putrid love, an oath-breaker I mayeth be, but I am no blind fool like thee.”

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“ none of this gets easier, we simply become stronger. ”

POETRY STARTERS / ACCEPTING.

     “Who art thou speaking to?” His ire tears like lightning through his emerald eyes. How foolish of this woman, to assume he was weak like other men. “Dost thou mistake me for my Father instead?” Mordred scoffs and lets out a small laugh to show his fiery amusement, his head shaking in response to her words. “Thou would best retract those words and save them for another man. Never have I wished for anything ‘easy,’ nor will I ever.” 

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what the heck happened to my ability to write

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rp sentence starters using lines from r.h. sin’s work , rest in mourning. 

“ you’re going to overthink yourself into oblivion. ” “ who were you before the nights when madness plagued your soul? ” “ you’ve gotten so much better at disguising your anguish. ” “ sometimes we wear masks for so long, to hide what we truly feel, that those layers become an extra skin. ” “ your reflection is the lie. ” “ even the strongest heart gets broken. ” “ even the strongest soul feels weak. ” “ you’d like to hide the truth that lives deep within you. ” “ you can be honest with me. ” “ i won’t judge you. ” “ aren’t you just holding on to ghosts? ” “ you’re the only one that cares as much as you do. ” “ you’re in love with the person they’ve promised to become. ” “ you’ll get plenty of the things you try your hardest to avoid. ” “ i hope you find what you deserve. ” “ what you demand is never too much. ” “ you’re expecting those things from the wrong person. ” “ nothing good has happened. ” “ your own vulnerability becomes your worst enemy. ” “ these words are often used by people who are just bored. ” “ their words have never matched their actions. ” “ __ has often let you down. ” “ maybe it’s for the best. ” “ everything is perfect when read on a mobile device. ” “ those lies are spelled out with everything you’d like to hear. ” “ for some reason you apologize. ” “ don’t trust words. ” “ even the devil appears kind behind the right wording. ” “ there is a certain amount of value locked within every word. ” “ silence is what i’ll provide. ” “ nothing is what you deserve. ” “ i just sit here thinking about all the hateful things you’ve said to me. ” “ everyone is in pain. ” “ the wrong person will steal your time and strip you of your youth. ” “ everyone has a breaking point. ” “ i think our demons were the same. ” “ i see god in the details of your existence. ” “ heaven is in reach whenever you’re close to me. ” “ i hate how much pain your heart has known. ” “ i’d like a place in whatever space you choose to exist. ” “ a player is just a nicer way of calling a man a whore. ” “ flirting is not giving someone consent. ” “ what is lost will be replaced. ” “ there is rest in mourning. ” “ relationships are more like hell. ” “ the hatred is hard to ignore. ” “ you pretend to be happy. ” “ smiling becomes an emotional lie. ” “ when it ends, let it end. when it’s over, let it be. ” “ don’t think about what you lost. ” “ you’re not missing anything but the bullet. ” “ my blind devotion has made me your fool. ” “ i’ll move on eventually. ” “ loving you was too draining. ” “ the truth will always reveal itself. ” “ none of this gets easier, we simply become stronger. ” “ the scars that are left tell painful stories of victory. ” “ i lost the essence of who i was while trying to be everything you wanted me to be. ” “ true happiness is in letting go. ” “ true love is already within you. ” “ my greatest mistake was believing you. ” “ i just wish you’d notice me. ” “ we try our hardest to hide our hurt with a smile. ” “ i’m not ready to give up on what i deserve. ” “ i no longer needed you. ” “ to gain you have to lose. ” “ i could never do the things you did to me. ” “ i could never lower myself to that level. ” “ sometimes what we really need is to let go. ” “ i got tired of being the victim. ” “ i wanted to be my own hero. ” “ you were incapable of saving me. ” “ i wish i could exchange my memories of you with something worth remembering. ” “ sometimes i think these words will be my last. ” “ i almost gave up on myself. ” “ you gave up on me. ” “ let yourself be upset. ” “ this is how you move on. ” “ you’ve been waiting for something that won’t occur. ” “ you weren’t able to provide what i needed. ” “ not everything is what it appears to be. ”

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❛ i found a catalyst for disaster in you. ❜

POETRY SENTENCE STARTERS / ACCEPTING.

     “I commend thee!” He claps only once and the halls echo with the sound of his condescending rapture. There is a most devious grin on his face, his hands staying clasped together after the sound dwindles. His eyes close calmly for but a moment, reopening to set his gaze directly on this man so bright. There is no fear within a man who has nothing to lose. “I’ve met no man able to see the truth so clearly.“ Mordred lets his hands fall yet his smile never wavers. The line of danger is always the most intoxicating. “But, thou art quite late. This disaster thee sees is only the smallest piece. There is much more right before thine eyes.”

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❛ i sit not upon a throne of bone. ❜

POETRY SENTENCE STARTERS / ACCEPTING.

     “But it is a throne, still. With bones and all.” A throne was a throne, no matter how it was gained, no matter what it’s built from. This man, the most golden of them all seated so comfortably in his throne so deserved and his palace always his own, stood tall against Mordred and made himself known. He was a bastard through and through, a forgotten and abandoned heir who would never be able to run from his truths (though he’d die before the thought) but he would take what was his no matter the cost, no matter what lie beneath him once he was done. The means weren’t important—-the end game was. “Thy throne is clean, but mine is not.” The knight pauses and shoots the other servant a piercing glance. 

     “I care not of what I sit upon, so long as I sit.”

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❛ don’t claw out your own throat while waiting for someone else to scream. ❜

POETRY SENTENCE STARTERS / ACCEPTING.

     “I’ll wait no longer,” says he, the most devilish grin splayed for his dear Father. To hear it the first time was so sweet, so rewarding, but to hear it again, to witness the shame and defeat of the man whom denied him of all he deserved once more would be better than the first. His vengeance would never end—-Arthur would know his name and see his face for all eternity, in life and death forevermore. Nothing could be done to him that would be worse than what he’d do to Arthur. He existed to make him pay. “Thy men will see thy downfall a thousand times more. Thou will never rid of me. Thine omen will stay with thou always.”

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@ligdracan​!

     “Even in death, thou art given no rest.” How amusing! An end so fruitful and devilishly deserving. Arthur’s suffering would know no end. “And now thy image goes dim, thy burning fire turned smog and ash.” He laughs, so snarky and snake-like, barbed and bleeding. In his death, he finds victory everlasting. Over and over and over. “Pray tell, dear Father----what hast become of thou this time?”

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@sunneknyght​!

     “Thou hast made thyself a fool, Sir Gawain.” A poison dagger tongue and a sharp stab for dear brother Gawain in all his twisted glory and romance. “Thou cannot wash away thy sins under the guise of loyalty. I know them well, as do thee.” As does dear old Father, his son a product of what those would hide away or turn beautiful. “Thy love bears rotten fruit.”

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❛ it’s okay to fear. ❜

POETRY SENTENCE STARTERS / ACCEPTING.

     “Thou should shut thy mouth for the last time, brother.” All pure agitation and an urge to fight comes bubbling up and Mordred makes no move to hold himself back. The advance for Gawain’s neck is like an animal instinct, but he holds it almost gently at first—-a warning before he let’s himself loose. A beastly smile cracks upward, taunting him. “There is naught to fear from thou than the mere truth of sharing thy blood.”

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@cwene / @mordrot

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ligdracan replied: leave my ex alone wth!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

meet me at gwen’s church at 10pm if you want an ass beating

cwene replied: senD HELP sunneknyght replied: puts on sunglasses as it happens

if only lancelot were here to help you. oh, wait : - )

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❛ god doesn’t care about what might have been. ❜

POETRY SENTENCE STARTERS / ACCEPTING.

     “God is no longer in thy favor, Gwenhwyfar!” She hides herself in no tower, for now she seeks the church all over and remakes herself holy, a hidden angel with riddled mistakes. Her voice rings like bells behind each door, her image disappearing behind each window shut before he can find his way in. She runs, again and again, but he will catch her before anyone else can. This woman will tell her sins on this day. “God was not the one who sought me instead of Father, who sought any man different than he. Thou hast distanced thyself from the woman thou pretend to be—-I am no fool.” The chapel will see him soon enough, his hands monstrous and viscous on the handles, moments away from ripping them open and taking what is his once again. “Thou cannot keep me away.”

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❛ the gods lie as often as men. ❜

POETRY SENTENCE STARTERS / ACCEPTING.

     “Such is the nature of gods and men,” says Mordred, standing tall before this towering amazon in all her glory. His gaze says flames, an ever crackling pit of sparks behind his eyes, a field of smoke just behind his teeth. “There beeth liars amongst us all, may they be gods or simple folk. Often do they fool themselves with their lies than thee. But what of it? Thou art capable of creating thy own truth. Lies matter not.”