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--excuse me for the lack of activity or being here at all. I promise I will start again soon. Let me just get past a few tests that I have to work on! I do have a strong muse for Clarke Griffin so if anyone would like to rp with my Clarke, give me a like! and of course my Merlin muse! so again, give me a like if you’d like to do something with either of them!

crossovers and oc’s are always welcomed!

[brolinskeep]

HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY, LOVELIES ♥

..earlier that morning (nsfw-ish):

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@slightlybrcken

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Okay. So before I get to any more replies and plotting and messages, I’m going to go take my test real fast. Wish me luck!

[daeneryskairipa]

Happy Valentine’s Day, @royalconsortkillian​! ❤️

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@xirrcdcemablex liked for a starter.

      “--Alright, look here ninja barbie, I don’t know who you are so you wanna start talking before I start shooting?”

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ofseveralmuses:

      ❝ i did not say that i would like to hear it from henry, miss. swan. your anger for regina is clouding your judgement. ❞ he stated, his stance matching one of hers. he didn’t have any desire to step in the cross fire of emma, regina and henry, all he wanted to do was make sure the people of this town were safe. ❝ when i said about not putting henry’s life in danger, that wasn’t about you, that’s what the law says. i don’t believe in any way you would purposely harm henry, i believe you want to do what’s best for him. ❞ which was the truth, somehow some way along the lines, emma and graham got their communication wires significantly crossed. the position she wanted to put him in would compromise his position with the town and the position with his job. he knew so very little about emma aside from the research that was done on her and papers show nothing compared to the person in front.❝ if you want to do this to prove a point, you need not to. i don’t think you’re the ‘bad guy’ in this scenario. ❞

--And he was right, her anger was clouding her own judgement, which is why she needed to take a step back. She wasn’t sure what to do. If he couldn’t help-- the sheriff of this damn town, then how was she supposed to seek care for her son? “My son thinks this god damn town is a fairy tale based off of a book. He believes Mary Margaret is Snow White and i’m the savior.  What does the law think about that?” she snapped. His mental health was something she was worried about, but if the law couldn’t help her, then who was she supposed to seek out for help? “I just want him to get some help and no offense but I don’t think the town psychologist is helping him any either. If speaking with Regina is the best way to do this, then fine. I’ll do it. But I can’t have her throwing figurative punches my way in front of my kid. This is why I need you to be there. So I can speak with Henry without him being so damn afraid of what Regina might say or do. That’s it.” she added in hopes of assuring him that she wasn’t on a war path. She just needed five minutes of her time with Henry. 

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slightlybrcken:

Often, Arthur wondered about his dreams. About why he dreamt of castles, dragons, magic and a servant who he always yearned for once he awoke. It had to be some fantasy. Some made up dream that he’d read somewhere as a child. But he couldn’t remember besides the Arthurian legends what would give him so much clarity. Even then, the legends didn’t link as closely to his dreams as he would like.

It wasn’t anything special that made him remember. Simply, he was watching the news. The name MORGANA popped up in a news story and it was like a switch was flicked in his head. Memories came flooding back like he had only just lived them.

It wasn’t just a dream. He’d once been King Arthur Pendragon.

Merlin. Out of everyone, he had to find his friend first. After all, they had a lot to discuss. Like magic. Specifically, Merlin’s magic. But most of all, he hoped his friend had fared well after his death. He hoped that he had come back in some comfy life fit for the power he apparently had.

The lake looked just as it had when he’d been here last. The figure he didn’t recognise. The clothing a modern collection of this era. But the voice. He’d recognise that guilt ridden voice anywhere.

“Because armour isn’t going to clean itself.” He spoke, hoping Merlin reacted positively and not negatively.

If anything, Merlin was never at the lake when the public was there-- but it wasn’t just any voice that had him instantly stand more cautiously. No, the familiarity-- the words-- it was much familiar and much closer and real. It wasn’t a dream, at least he hoped it wouldn’t be, because when he turned to find the face he had been yearning to see for years now, was standing there across from him.

He couldn’t find his voice in that moment, and he felt tears glazing his eyes in that moment. “Arthur--?” he finally managed to say. He hoped this wasn’t a dream-- a vision or a trick because he would end the torture if he found that it was nothing but a mirage or a figment of his imagination.

Which is why, when he took a few steps close, just enough so that he was standing inches from the male, he reached out and touched his shoulder. To confirm that he was actually standing there. “--But how? I was supposed to be there. I should have been there. I should have been at your side.” 

Was he speaking of their past or his reawakening? Merlin himself was quite unsure, but his words were true. He should have been at his side before Mordred had the chance to do any harm. He should have been at his side to protect him. He would have been alive; 

But he was here now, and finally as a smile made it’s way across his lips as his tears spilled all at once. He wasn’t sure whether he should bow or go in for a hug. “If I recall, you weren’t the type to hug, but if you think i’ll be bowing first thing, then you’re in over your head.” he teased, however he didn’t make the move just yet. Not until he was sure the man that stood before him was alright. If he truly was Arthur. 

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camelotsheir:

“ Merlin, one more crack out of you like that and I swear I will FEED you to the beast!”  

He snapped loudly as they all darted from the monster, running as fast as they could.  The hulking monster was closing in on them. Arthur whipped about a moment and fired the crossbow at the beast. This time catching its snout. Which caused it to howl in pant and detour.  The King had managed to buy them a moment of time while the beast pried it from his face, only proceeding to making it more enraged.

He did not stop to see if or how he had struck the beast this time, in order to keep moving, to put some distance between them. But then his dumb manservant suddenly found his heroic streak and offered to sacrifice himself as bait. “ What?  That’s a terrible idea! You’re the slowest of us all. What makes you think YOU can out run  — MERLIN!!“ he growls as his manservant ran off.   Auuugggh, really, Merlin never listens to him he was the worst.

The monster stopped chasing the knights, stopped chasing Arthur and turned—instead following after the dark haired boy taunting him.  But – suddenly, the hulking beast scurried up into the trees , using its strong, powerful claws and hind legs to leap and swing, unable to be tracked down.  It could come from any where.

What good would magic do if he couldn’t see where the werewolf was?

Of course Arthur’s words were anything but encouraging, but by now, even Merlin knew that the King meant no harm in his words. Not when it came to his men; This is why he knew he had to protect Arthur and the knights. 

It surprised him when it worked, when it seemed to have caught the beast’s attention as he turned away from the others. Now the fact that he had to actually outrun the beast while trying not to die was a new challenge. He was ready to run, and he had been running, that is until it all stopped. Merlin froze as he searched through the darkness to see if any sight of it-- but it was too dark. 

This was good-- at least in Merlin’s mind, seeing that Arthur and the others would have a good escape plan if it came to be-- but for Merlin, it was just bad. He was an open target; His mind was going through enchantments he could use to help him, but nothing came to mind. Perhaps he should have continued running anyway, but he stood there, ready for it with nothing but a branch. Sure he could always use fire, but that wouldn’t work seeing that Arthur was still around; 

“I think he’s gone, but you should all turn back.” He called out. There had to be a sound, even breathing he could try and pick up on, but with the wind, it was hard to differentiate the breathing of a beast and the wind. 

“I think he’s gone.” Merlin found himself repeating once more, as he walked towards the King slowly. His words were no where near confirming, but if it gave them time to go back to the castle, and round up more men, then it was better than sitting out there as open targets. 

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theoldermxses:

“Girl, you’re Irish, drinkin’s in your blood.” He joked as he tapped the rim of the glass absent-mindedly.

It probably wasn’t normal to see a girl who was by every definition his daughter, and yet feel more than paternal towards her. It was probably the alcohol blurring his judgement and a large part of it owing to the fact she looked exactly like Sasha. Whatever it was, he was trying his hardest to suppress it.

“Yeah…well…I wanted her t’forget about me entirely so I guess it kinda worked.” He shrugged before rubbing the nape of his neck guiltily. “There was a lot of stuff goin’ on. Stuff she didn’t know. I wasn’t in a good place. We were both teenagers, it…it wasn’t…” Dylan trailed off lamely at the thoughts of what had happened in his youth. What was a lifetime, what felt like several lifetimes ago.

He let out a scoff, nodding his head. “I know.” He admitted dejectedly as he lifted his glass up for the bartender to refill with his whiskey.

A few moments went by, the silence filling the air between them again when he was given another measure and he handed over the money for both their drinks. Taking the glass to his lips, he hummed contemplatively. “I don’t regret what I did. She was better off elsewhere. I really wasn’t good f’her.” He concluded unceremoniously, still not making eye contact yet.

“That’s--” she paused for a moment while searching for the word before speaking up. “--Stereotyping, as the Americans would call it.” she added with a hint of tease behind her voice to indicate she was only playing.

Hearing him speak only quieted her down, the smile that was playing across her lips faltered as she heard the words. It puzzled her to know that he would just leave like that. Then again, what did she know? Her mother never spoke of him, it was hard to track him down, and now that she was here, it’s not as if they were opening up to each other. 

“You sound like every teenage boy that’s tried to explain why we couldn’t keep seeing each other and let me tell ya, it’s pathetic.” And it wasn’t meant to be said in a harsh way, just a way to let him know that if he couldn’t be honest with her, she didn’t want to hear it. Again, it’s not as if Olivia could force the truth out of him-- they didn’t know each other. It would be out of character for the both of them to open up in a heart beat all because of some alcohol, but then again, it was out of character for her to be thinking such things about him anyway. He was her father -- not some teenage boy she was trying to get over. So honestly, maybe the alcohol was an issue right now, yet she couldn’t find herself to stop from drinking.

“Here’s the thing, I don’t know you. Sadly enough, I don’t even know my own mother because we were never close. My guess? She resented me because I may have been a constant reminder of you. What I do know is-- you left a friend.” as her new glass was placed in front of her, Olivia tapped her nails against the glass for a moment, while contemplating if she should continue speaking or if she should just drink. She decided the latter; 

“I don’t blame you.” she added after a moment of silence. After finding the right words to speak up. Would anything be considered right or wrong at this point? To hell with her thoughts, she couldn’t even think straight so maybe she should stop with the drinking soon. 

“Tell me more about you? I’d like to get to know you. If that’s alright with you.”

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Things I should be doing: 

-Studying, seeing that I have a test on Saturday and Monday.

Things I will be doing.

-Replies because I miss rp’ing with you guys. 

So, let me get my icons/ gifs ready and i’ll be getting to replies first. 

[felis-silvestris-sapiens]

I am your meme source

Hey, did I reblog a meme? Do you want to do the meme too? Reblog it. What if you don’t have any ideas for sending one to one my characters? Reblog it. What if you’re having a quiet tumblr day and just reblogging a bunch of memes but not really sending any or replying? Reblog it. What if I just reblogged five memes in a row and you love all of them? Reblog them. What if you’ve owed me a thread for a month and you don’t have muse right now but I’ve been reblogging cool memes for days and you just want reblog a ton of them? Reblog them.

You know how that will make me feel?

Glad that you’re following my blog! Happy that you’re seeing my posts! If we haven’t interacted in awhile, and maybe it makes me miss you a little, maybe it will inspire me to hop in chat or an ask and say hi!

Please reblog anything you want from my blog regardless of whether you send something back.

Okay listen, I gotta throw a little salt on this sugar. You know what makes me 1000% more anxious than someone asking me for a reply? Passive-aggressive posts about people reblogging your memes and not sending them back. I reblog memes, pretty pictures, those little headcanon quotes, like a kid in a candy shop. So if I start to feel like I have to pay attention to make sure I don’t reblog too much from a particular blog…that just makes me hella anxious, and it makes reading my dash less fun.

Sugar on the salt: I can’t tell you what to feel. If you see me reblogging all sorts of your stuff but I owe you replies and/or I never send you memes back, and it makes you feel down, pop in chat or an ask and tell me.

And because this post complains a little about passive-aggressive stuff, but is inherently passive-aggressive, go ahead and assume it’s not about you, okay? If you post stuff that makes me uncomfortable, I’m gonna follow my own advice and tell you about it. If you’re reading this, it means you’re following me and I love you.

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Just an update. I’m still not feeling so good. Replies and starters for everything soon. Maybe after the weekend because i’m going to use the weekend to try and recover. I hate being sick.

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I will get to message replies/ rp replies and a couple of starters soon. Currently at work and i’m dealing with a horrible cold, so expect slowness. I hate being sick.

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Like for a starter from Dean !

[camelotsheir]

“ Merlin, you should really start showing me a little respect. I am the King of Camelot not a—I’m sorry what did you call me ? Clotpole. ” Arthur’s expression was flat.  The two ahead of the knights by several feet.  But their prey, a nice tall, strapping buck,  had indeed heard them coming and skittered out of harms way  “ Merlin! Now look what you’ve done you really are a clumsy buffoon. Keep your voice down. You’re scaring the food away “  Sometimes watching the King of Camelot and his servant was like some kind of comedy act, the way those two got on.

But soon, the two were pulled in the direction of a sound.  “ Oh.. come on Merlin, don’t be such a girl. Look, it’s a full moon tonight and we can actually see what we’re hunting tonight. Lets try and make SOME use of it. “ he rolled his eyes at his servant who was doing everything in his power to ANNOY them on their hunt. Really, sometimes he didn’t know why he even brought Merlin along with him on these trips. He was such a bleeding heart. “  Sir Leon, cover me.”  He nods to his knight when he points up ahead, unable to keep from teasing his manservant one more time.

“Don’t worry  Merlin, you have my word I won’t shoot any more unicorns. “ he taunts Merlin and his overbearing concern. Honestly, Arthur believed there was nothing he couldn’t handle.

Arthur held a hand for the others to remain back, and he took several steps forward, training his crossbow ahead of him, just in case when…

“AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”

There was a loud howl from the brush and the large, hulking furred beast lunged forward, stalking them as much as they were stalking it. Claws flashing and jaws snapping toward the King, who managed to move out of the way just in time to avoid them.  He launched the crossbow into the creature, who yelped like a canine, but it didn’t slow it down at all.

“MOVE!”

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The teasing was expected--it’s what started off their wonderful friendship --if he could consider it that, to begin with. And while Merlin had no issues in joking with the king of Camelot, there were other things that he needed to take care of first. The first being Arthur’s safety; While the king had no problem is moving forward, Merlin could sense that this was not their usual creature. He couldn’t pick up a sense of magic just yet-- but he knew it was much stronger than the usual bear. 

“--Arthur, I really think you should turn back.” but of course he was only met with another teasing remark, and while he would have argued that unicorns were real and to kill one would only lead to famish and misery, he wasn’t going to start on that just yet. 

As the knights covered Arthur, Merlin remained behind, only because it would be much easier to use his magic if he needed to, without getting caught. Honestly, he was still surprised Arthur never caught him-- not that he wanted to jinx that moment, but a part of him hoped that they wouldn’t run into anything that would cause him to use his magic.  The howl that was heard sent a chill down his spine.

“Well, that’s definitely not a bear.” 

As if to only prove his point, the vision of the hairy beast was in full view and Merlin noted how strong he was after being shot with an arrow. “Finally using your wits I see.” This was no time for remarks but if Arthur thought he would let him off that easy then he was clearly wrong. 

As everyone scurried the other way, Merlin kept behind Arthur, again for the king’s safety. “We can’t out run this, not unless we split up or distract it!” He was much too fast, much too strong and if they all kept up this way, they would all die. He’d be damned if he allowed Arthur to die this way. Not when he had been through worse. But Merlin wasn’t known to do the brave things--not while Arthur was conscious, Merlin was the man servant that needed protecting, according to Arthur and the knights, so rather than showing bravery, he was about to show stupidity. Even if it was for a moment to be able to use his magic;

“Go on, head out, i’ll distract it and don’t you worry about me, you know i’m too skinny for his liking.” he added as attempted humor but quickly grabbed a branch he found to use against it. Not that it would do any good, but Merlin didn’t need a branch, he needed his magic.

“Ay! Over here!” he shouted at the wolf while changing the direction. He waved his arms over his head trying to catch it’s attention while doing so. “Come on now!” he just needed Arthur to get away further!

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I was clearing my throat.