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for i am queen... {indie rp blog for morgana lefay + nsfw will be tagged + ask box is always open + anon rp is welcome + multiverse, multiship & multiship blog}

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                      “We have all the                         time in the world.”

[yourrightfulqueen]

                       " -------- I wouldn't be so sure."

[herunfailingkindness]

                                     αη∂ ι’∂ ¢нσσѕє уσυ;

               ＩＮ Ａ ＨＵＮＤＲＥＤ ＬＩＦＥＴＩＭＥＳ，

                    ｉｎ ａ ｈｕｎｄｒｅｄ ｗｏｒｌｄｓ，

                                 ɨn Ⱥnɏ vɇɍsɨøn øf ɍɇȺłɨŧɏ,

                      ι’∂ ƒιη∂ уσυ and ＩĐ ⅭᎻՕՕՏᎬ уσυ.

[deanpendragon]

#can you even imagine how /devastated/ merlin was to hear these words #and from the great dragon of all beings #years and years and years of kilgharrah telling him that he was capable of so much #that he is the greatest sorcerer on this earth #that he has this great destiny #and that he won’t fail #and then this. #merlin deserved more #SO MUCH MORE #and that’s all i’m gonna say #bc my heart is broken #is merlin an emotion? because i feel that shit in my /soul/

[yourrightfulqueen]

Online

                      ------ Hello, my loyal subjects! Me and Morgie are here, and ready to fulfill every last whim and wish! Replies, asks, and starters shall be done shortly. In the meantime, feel free to leave something in our askbox or tag, and we'll respond when possible. Thanks darlin's!

[yourrightfulqueen]

            " ------ Do you believe in an end to this?"

[yourrightfulqueen]

+king-mordred entered the citadel.

              ” ———— Ah… If it isn’t the most loyal of men.”

                   ”How are you fairing today, my dear Mordred?”

[king-mordred-deactivated2014080]

          “Your words are a gift that I do not deserve, my lady. I am well, though I heard that you were not as well as you should be.”

[yourrightfulqueen]

                    " -------- Your loyalty has made you deserving, Mordred -- do not falter in believing that."

                       "You have been well-informed; I grow weary of the wait, young warlock. I wish to take revenge upon my bother with haste."

[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. }

[irisowl]

So I walked into the dentist this morning. My dentist asked me how my weekend was. I said “Good, I watched Captain America last night. I really liked it.” And my dentist says “Oh, my son is in that movie.” At first I thought he was joking but then I realized

Dr. Robert Evans

I looked it up

My dentist is Captain America’s dad

[becac-blog]

My doctor is JK Rowling’s husband.

JK Rowling’s husband has asked me if I am sexually active.

[katiemcgrath]

Meet the characters 

[yourrightfulqueen]

+kingxtyrant entered the citadel.

             ” ———- Well well… If it isn’t Uther Pendragon.”

                    “Traitor to his own child.”

[kinguthcr]

                    ” ———- What is it they say, Morgana Pendragon?”

                    “Like father like Daughter. Your alike me in more ways you would care to admit.”

[yourrightfulqueen]

                  " -------- Oh really? Because I don't remember initiating a genocide against an entire race of people, simply for their abilities."

                  "So, Uther --  why are you here?"

[yourrightfulqueen]

+fybrenin has entered the citadel.

[yourrightfulqueen]

"No doubt you’ve missed me," she said, a smirk on her lips, as she crossed her arm across her chest, shifting her weight to one side. "How have you been?"

[fybreninarchive-deactivated2016]

"Well, now I don’t know about that," Arthur joked, a teasing smile on his lips. "I’ve been good. Not much has really changed since you were gone. My men and I have mainly been searching everywhere for you. " After a bit of a pause he continued, "but how are you Morgana? Being away that long it… it could’ve been easy."

[yourrightfulqueen]

               Rolling her eyes, she flopped herself down onto the bed -- without grace. "I'm glad you are well," she remarked honestly, looking up at him with adoring eyes. Despite how much she tried to conceal it, Morgana did care for Arthur, and during their time apart, the separation had caused her intense pain. But that didn't matter now -- she was back, and he seemed at least somewhat happy to see her. "You're correct. It was... Hard. Being isolated like that was a foolish thing to do to myself."

[yourrightfulqueen]

                               The appreciation she had for Arthur often went unexpressed, and as she raised her eyeline, her gaze became entangled with his. She willed herself not to blush, upon noting the expression of understanding and on some level — perhaps — awe. But it was helpless; a pink tint ebbed its way onto her high-risen cheekbones, like a wave of rose water onto ivory sands. “What’re you looking at?” Morgana murmured, her voice cracking somewhat, as she stared at her lap, the green of her dress suddenly becoming captivating.

                      “I —… I didn’t mean it like that, I just meant…” she trailed off, going from a state of comfort to one of embarrassment, as she stuttered her way through an apology. “I’m sorry. I know you work hard on your training, but you don’t think, perhaps, there are other things out there? Other important qualities for a knight, even one day a king, to have?” She sounded almost desperate, as she looked over at Camelot’s prince, her eyes widened imploringly. 

[actualarthor]

"Lighten up, Morgana." Arthur chuckled, hearing how she struggled to formulate proper sentences. "Take a joke, I’m a great knight and a terrific person." Arthur shook his shoulders a little to prove it to her. He walked over to his bed where Morgana had sat. She had stopped picking at the hem of her dress, which told Arthur she was no longer comfortable. He felt bad, he always felt bad when he hurt her. He wasn’t entirely sure what had made her sad this time but he was determined to fix it.

He sat down rather forcefully and it made her bounce a bit. He weight more than her and it had been one of their favorite things to do as children, bouncing each other on the huge beds of the castle. He slouched when he was around her, not caring about perfect posture. It was a bad habit and it made him look fat. He poked the rolls on his stomach and giggled. He was very ticklish, though he had it in his head that you couldn’t tickle yourself.

[yourrightfulqueen]

                               A small smile slipped onto Morgana's lips, broadening as she watched him approach her. Even the minor acts as performed by Arthur managed to brighten her mood, especially when she needed it the most. Scoffing somewhat, she rolled her eyes, addressing him with sarcastic tones. "Yes, yes -- you're an angel, a saint -- whatever. You know I admire you, training or no training." Yet again, her cheeks were stained pink. Inwardly cursing herself -- and her fair skin --, she glanced over at Arthur, eyes glinting in the sliver of evening light, that shone through the narrow window.

                    Rising, and promptly falling, as Arthur threw himself onto the bed, Morgana couldn't help herself, as the giggle escaped her lips, her hand falling on top of the heir's, for a mere moment, before hastily lifting it, and placing it on her own lap. Watching him, her lips twitched upwards into a grin, laugh deepening considerably, coming from her gut now, as opposed to her throat. "You are... A buffoon," Morgana snorted, sliding her hands over each other, "But you're certainly capable of entertaining me."

[yourrightfulqueen]

               ” ———— Oh please, Merlin, you don’t really expect me to believe that, do you? I’m not as dense as my darling brother.”

[servanttoaprat-archive]

Don’t get me wrong, you try to harm your “darling brother,” and I won’t be so kind….but, you’re a good person at heart, I know that. Uther is gone, you should try to make peace with Arthur, come home.

[yourrightfulqueen]

                   " -------- Well Merlin, your mercy is refreshing," she spat, her tone bitter. Breathing deeply, she forced herself to relax, and shook her head. "I am... Sorry. I do not mean to snap at you, I merely cannot face the thought of returning to Camelot. Not while sorcerers are still being put to death."

[yourrightfulqueen]

+therisen-king entered the citadel.

         ” ———— Well well…”

                  “Hello, dearest brother…”

[acrownuponhishead-blog]

"I must say, you’re that last face I expected to see."

     “What is your business here?”

[yourrightfulqueen]

                       " -------- Who says I am here on business?"

                        "Can a woman not check up on her brother? Or must there be something suspicious in that."

[acrownuponhishead-blog]

"You don't have to be alone."

"Oh, but I do," Arthur replied sadly. He was destined to spend eternity alone, he knew it.

yourrightfulqueen

[yourrightfulqueen]

                  ” ——— Why? Why have you condemned yourself to such a life? One of solitude and loneliness, one in which you may never find love. What necessity is there for you to lead that life?” Her brows furrowed, she rested her hands on her hips, her words becoming heated, her eyes glinting in the light.

[acrownuponhishead-blog]

"It was not myself that did the condemning, but my people." Arthur frowned.

[yourrightfulqueen]

                 " -------- Arthur, ignore their quarrels with you; they're merely bitter. You cannot expect to please everyone."

[yourrightfulqueen]

“Appearances are only important when I have someone to appear

to. I’m comfortable enough to lose any sense of elegance or dignity when I’m around someone as close as you,” Morgana remarked with a shrug, her hand drifting to the hem of her dress, picking at threads subconsciously, as she often did when away from the public eye. When before her people she knew exactly how to act - she knew to be brave, be a leader, be royal. But in front of Arthur, it was… Different.

Upon noticing his expression, her heart sank somewhat, as if a dead weight were attached to it, dragging it downwards, slowly but surely, towards her core. She hated insulting him - even if it was just a joke. Any time that he took her seriously, she felt as if she’d kicked a puppy in the face. And it was awful. “I’m just saying that perhaps… Perhaps if you spent more time around real people than in training with your band of buffoons, then you’d get further. As a person, as opposed to a fighter.”

[actualarthor]

Arthur had seen her this relaxed many time and every single time it amazed him how such a beautiful woman could possibly act so casual in any way. Morgana was such an elegant and perfect woman in every way when King Uther was around but as soon as he’d left the room and it was just the two of them things changed. She was like a person rather than a princes and it made him feel as if he was allowed to be a boy rather than a prince.

She seemed to have her heart torn from her chest once she had noticed his offended expression and it made him slightly sad as well. He knew she was joking but she still insulted him as all he ever did was train and take baths. She never did know how to lighten the mood, “Real people, Morgana? Are you trying to make me feel better because it’s not working.” He chuckled and splashed a bit of water in her direction. “We are not buffoons, we are knights… and I am person enough.” The last words came out a little less confident than he would have liked them to.

[yourrightfulqueen]

                               The appreciation she had for Arthur often went unexpressed, and as she raised her eyeline, her gaze became entangled with his. She willed herself not to blush, upon noting the expression of understanding and on some level -- perhaps -- awe. But it was helpless; a pink tint ebbed its way onto her high-risen cheekbones, like a wave of rose water onto ivory sands. "What're you looking at?" Morgana murmured, her voice cracking somewhat, as she stared at her lap, the green of her dress suddenly becoming captivating.

                      "I --... I didn't mean it like that, I just meant..." she trailed off, going from a state of comfort to one of embarrassment, as she stuttered her way through an apology. "I'm sorry. I know you work hard on your training, but you don't think, perhaps, there are other things out there? Other important qualities for a knight, even one day a king, to have?" She sounded almost desperate, as she looked over at Camelot's prince, her eyes widened imploringly. 

[yourrightfulqueen]

when will you ever fucking understand 

                                     that you  c a n ’ t

                                                               t o y  with people like that

         p l a y  with people like that

                                                                           m e s s  with people like that