loyalty

we're all someone's sons [indie rp blog for bbc's merlin ;; ask is always open ;; nsfw will be tagged ;; anon rp is welcome]

[servinghandofcamelot-blog]

"What a nice squeak, I think I’ll bite that spot again."

     ” ———— Mmh…                     Please do.”

[whxzbangs-archive-blog]

servinghandofcamelot,    dreamyexpression,    agriios,    galaxydoctor,    yourewrongyouknow,    vingthor

[whxzbangs-archive-blog]

          ❝ we wouldn’t touch that. ❞                ❝ it’s still got a few faults to it. ❞

[servinghandofcamelot-blog]

                " -------- Erh, it's a bit late for that..."

                        "Thanks for the warning, gents."

[servinghandofcamelot-blog]

open

       ” ———— It’s not that bad…”

[thefamilyblack]

”It so is.”

[servinghandofcamelot-blog]

               " -------- It's... Okay, yeah. Yeah, it's pretty bad."

[servinghandofcamelot-blog]

+4 know your secret; run.

[servinghandofcamelot-blog]

                               ” ———— Business as usual? That’s not like you. No, you normally give me a hundred and one impossible tasks three of which I can complete, the other ninety-eight things you torture me for not doing. So — what’s the matter?”

[ardentlyarthur]

                Huffing under his breath, Arthur frowned and glared weakly at Merlin. “I trust that you remember the tasks I give you every day. Just do as you’re told and tend to them, and that will be all!”

[servinghandofcamelot-blog]

               Merlin cast his eyes of Arthur, scrutinizing him, as if, perhaps, his body language would tell him exactly what had crawled up his arse and died. Unfortunately, he gained nothing from this, and instead folded his arms across his chest, and narrowed his eyes.                    " -------- Why're you being so... Huffy? I mean, I'm used to you being arrogant ass, but this is just abnormal. You've barely even insulted me this morning."

[servinghandofcamelot-blog]

open

       " -------- It's not that bad..."

[servinghandofcamelot-blog]

"What did they do to you?"

                        Merlin winced, raising a hand to his bruised eye, all too aware of the taste of blood in his mouth, and the ache in his side. Each breath felt like an arrow being dragged backwards, slicing and mangling his organs with every millimetre of movement.                            “It’s not —,” a squawk escaped his lips, ” — It’s not serious,” Merlin shook his head, as his words emerged as a groan.

[heels-and-drumsticks]

Angel raised an eyebrow. “That’s complete rubbish and you know that. Come on, I can try and stop the bleeding and seal the wounds, but you need to get off the floor.”

[servinghandofcamelot-blog]

                 Merlin nodded, eyes barely parted, as he squinted into a world that was entirely too bright. He shifted his arms slightly, and placed his palms upon the dirt, pressing all his weight into them, in order to push him up to what he hoped was an adequate position. He focused all of his remaining energy into not screaming, as, with gritted teeth, he peeled back the flannel of his shirt, in order to reveal his wound.                      " -------- I'm sorry," he grunted, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead, "You shouldn't have to do this."

[yourrightfulqueen]

{ hey guys!! so i’m currently on holiday, and wifi is severely limited. this is my last day with actual internet access, so i’m afraid i can’t make any promises about replies. however, feel free to send me asks in my absence, and i’ll answer them as soon as i can! i’m gonna reblog this on all my accounts, but yes — thanks so much for your patience, darlings. }

[dameragnelle]

You cannot defeat an immortal army.

We don’t know until we try.

[rpmememaker]

[servinghandofcamelot-blog]

"I will smack you to hell"

"I will smack you to heaven"

"I will smack you so fucking hard if you don’t kiss me right now!"

"I will smack you the life out of you"

"I will smack you back to life!"

"I’ll smack the glasses off your face"

"I will smack you to another species"

[davenportwrites-blog-deactivate]

as your roleplay partner, i vow to:

always send you memes

be patient with you and your replies

never get angry with you if you want to drop the rp

be up for plotting 24/7 (even if im asleep you should spam me)

understand when real life gets in the way

pester you with a lot of headcannons

take twenty years to reply 

love you forever

[rpmememaker]

Send my muse one of the following! (Kissing)

"A kiss on the cheek, perhaps?"

"Come on, kiss my lips!"

"Your lipgloss looks delicious."

"My stomach hurts. Kiss it better?"

"Kiss your prince/princess’s hand."

"You’d better kiss my feet."

"There is nothing funny about being kissed on the hand!"

"Your neck’s really sensitive…"

"Kiss me somewhere dirty."

"What a nice squeak, I think I’ll bite that spot again."

"A-ah! Don’t bite there…"

[servinghandofcamelot-blog]

+4 know your secret; run.

                            ” ———— So, Arthur…”

                                “What’s on the agenda for today?”

[fybreninarchive-deactivated2016]

"Well, for one my room needs cleaning. After that I’d like to go to the lower town."

"There’s no problem with that, is there?"

[servinghandofcamelot-blog]

                    " -------- Sorry, what? You expect me to clean your room.... In the space of a day? And have time to take you down to the centre of the citadel?"

                   "Not possible."

[servinghandofcamelot-blog]

"What did they do to you?"

                        Merlin winced, raising a hand to his bruised eye, all too aware of the taste of blood in his mouth, and the ache in his side. Each breath felt like an arrow being dragged backwards, slicing and mangling his organs with every millimetre of movement.                            "It's not --," a squawk escaped his lips, " -- It's not serious," Merlin shook his head, as his words emerged as a groan.

[servinghandofcamelot-blog]

I'm sorry to bother, but... The red on the background of your theme and the red of the text happen to blend into one another. I really want to read what you've written (because it's SO beautifully written), but I'm having a bit of trouble.. because, well, I can't see it. Again, sorry to bother, but it'd be such a loss if your lovely words were obscured by something as silly as color. :)

[ thank you for lettin' me know buttercup! i got that all sorted, thanks to you; i was utterly clueless about that. addressing all of my followers here -- if ever there's something i need to change or improve on my blog, please let me know! i don't notice these errors because i don't often look at my blog. thanks again, darl'. ]

[servinghandofcamelot-blog]

+4 know your secret; run.

                            ” ———— So, Arthur…”                                 “What’s on the agenda for today?”

[ardentlyarthur]

"Business as usual, Merlin. Just tend to your chores and that will be all."

[servinghandofcamelot-blog]

                               " -------- Business as usual? That's not like you. No, you normally give me a hundred and one impossible tasks,, three of which I can complete, the other ninety-eight things you torture me for not doing. So -- what's the matter?"

[servinghandofcamelot-blog]

dark starter sentences

some yandere, some angst, some rivalry, but no happy stuff on this list

"You actually thought i cared about you?"

"I wonder how loudly i can make you scream in agony?"

"You're a monster!"

"It would be a shame if i had to damage that pretty face of yours."

"You're all mine now."

"How could you do this to me!?"

"I trusted you!"

"Is that supposed to scare me?"

"Put the knife down."

"You're scaring me..."

"You look so sexy when you're all bloodied and bruised like that~"

"I wonder how many volts it would take to kill you?"

"Why are you pointing that gun at me?"

"Let me go!"

"You're so cute when you struggle like that~"

"Your blood smells wonderful."

"Who did this to you?"

"You're in my way."

"I thought you were dead!"

"Help me!"

"Long live the king."

"What did they do to you?"

"What have you done?"

"Maybe i should carve a pretty picture in your flesh?"

"Don't worry, I won't do anything fatal, I just need some information."

"I don't care what you do to me, I'll never tell you!"

"Stop it, your hurting me!"

"They'll kill you!"

"I hate you."

"The only reason I chained you up is to show you how much I love you!"

"If you keep struggling like that I'll have to punish you~"

[servinghandofcamelot-blog]

"Are you hurt?"

             A gagging sound rose from the back of Merlin’s throat, his hands trembling as he held them over his abdomen. Pain spread throughout his entire body, and his mouth tasted of blood. Shaking his head in an attempt to regain some form of composure — but it was a lost cause. The minute the manservant opened his mouth, a groan escaped from his lips. Nodding quickly, as the colour trained from himself, he grunted out a quick, one-syllable affirmation. “Yes.”

[therealpendragon]

Arthur shook his head, disbelief and panic spreading from his center and staining the rest of his being. His hands were shaking, world collapsing as he rushed over to Merlin, his blood cold in his veins, heart clenching as he tried to make sense of what was happening. How was Merlin hurt? They were surrounded by danger and chaos, yes, but Merlin walked into things like that all the time, and he never walked away with more than the odd scratch or bruise, but this… Oh god, there was just…so much blood…

Arthur tried to snap some sense into himself as he lowered his hands to hover just over Merlin’s, almost afraid to touch him, to make things worse. “You’re all right, Merlin. You’re going to be all right. Just… tell me what I need to do, tell me how to help you.”

[servinghandofcamelot-blog]

                            Blurred vision. Head swimming. Hands, trembling, as he clutched them to his flannel shirt, which was quickly transitioning from marine to burgundy, as his blood poured from the broken skin, soaking his fingers entirely. He breathed, wheezing with each inhale, as he made futile attempts at focusing his gaze, Arthur's fair hair appearing as nothing more than a blonde smudge.                       His hand flew up, fingers wrapping around Arthur's, clinging to the King with all of his remaining strength. "Shirt... Take it off, and -- ah --," he winced, gritting his teeth, his voice strained, "Wrap it around my stomach... Put pressure on the wound," the druid instructed, nodding to himself, in order to reaffirm this information.