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daedaluscried · 4 years
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“ The world seems to go on with no cares for our suffering. I... don’t know how anyone does it. “
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@aquestionthatsneverbeenposed​ “I’ll go easy on you.” (because you know he's a cocky clotpole like that)
Ella fought back a smile at the comment, offering him a convincing yet fake innocent and admiring look. “Really? Oh how very kind and gentlemanly of you. Honestly, it is so kind of you.”  Ella took her sword and moved swiftly, forcing the blade from Merlin’s hand and used her foot, hooking it around his ankle and tugging so he’d fall. She followed him, careful where  she landed, before hovering over him, hands holding his wrists as she smirked down at him. She leaned forward and spoke, eyes momentarily glowing gold. “Really, I truly appreciate you taking it easy on me. I obviously needed it.”
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powerof3in1 · 4 years
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sometimes i’m sad but then i remember that this is the most powerful sorcerer in the world and then everything is okay again 
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lespendragons · 4 years
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silently serene starters // accepting.
@aquestionthatsneverbeenposed​ sent: [Partner]
[Partner] - Help them with a task.
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   The door of the armory swings open quietly, and Morgana’s soft steps rustle over the wooden floor. She often came here before tournaments and melees, to grant a lucky knight her favor, but never outside of that – it’s late, too late, perhaps, for her to wander around the castle, but she couldn’t sleep anyway, not after her latest nightmare. And somehow she knew where to find Merlin – with the amount of work Arthur gives him, it’s not surprising at all. 
    “Such a beautiful piece of work,” she smiles admiringly, fingers brushing lightly over the shiny steel of the blade. This sword is the best she’s ever seen, which, too, is hardly surprising – the prince always gets the best, while she was never allowed a personalised weapon. “Let me help you with that. I used to help my father with his armor, I know a lot about sword maintenance.”   
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heroparadigm · 4 years
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Reunions (Merlin, Melinda)
Melinda had been staring at her phone, she was still worried about Merlin but she felt like a coward.   But considering there was a dragon on her front lawn right now.   She didn’t have a choice now.
[TEXT to Emrys] Are you okay?
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mythiana · 4 years
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🤙 Bump into my muse
Her arms full of borrowed books from Camelot’s library, Mithian really should have taken a second trip, but that would waste time. Instead, she was unable to see clearly over the tower of literature, which caused her to bump into Merlin as they passed each other, sending books falling to the floor. “Oh! I apologize, Merlin. I didn’t even see you there. Are you alright?”, she asked even as she knelt in her fine gown and began stacking the books again.
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detectiveheartthrob · 4 years
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🌹 (you know Merlin would eventually break and take Tom under his wing to teach him magic lmao)
Tom fought a grin, jiggling his foot in excitement. "Really? You'll teach me? What are we doing first? Fire? Telekinesis? Oh, can you teach me how to do that one with the fog?" He hoped his questions didn't put Merlin off of teaching him altogether.
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thefifthtm · 4 years
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@ccmplicatedweb​, @aquestionthatsneverbeenposed​ and @anahiranz​ asked: [HANDS]: are they large or small, do they have pianist's fingers or short stubby ones, do they tend to get sweaty or are they always dry, is the skin rough or delicate, are the nails painted or chewed or sharp, etc.
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Five’s hands are, first and foremost, warm and inviting. Though he often undertakes a considerable amount of hard, heavy tasks with them, which may result in the odd scratch or bump here and there (which never hang around; Time Lord healing abilities and all that) he always ensures that they are well looked after, never allowing his nails to grow too long or his skin to dry out. As for dirt, good luck trying to find it anywhere on them.
His fingers are long and slender, perfect for piano playing - he is, in fact, a pianist, and is remarkably good at it. 
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arthur-rex · 4 years
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Sunlight bursts through the drawn curtains, bathing the royal bedchamber in the warm colours of spring. The prince groans as the remnants of a dream dissipate, slowing opening heavy eyelids. 
Sure enough, he spots the outline of his ever so dutiful manservant pottering around the room, performing the usual morning duties. 
Arthur huffs, voice thick with sleep. “It’s eight o’clock, Merlin. I’m not getting up.” 
Turning over onto his other side, the prince puts his back to the window and the annoying sunlight. As an extra measure, he draws the bedcovers up over his head. 
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rubiesintherough · 4 years
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(( @aquestionthatsneverbeenposed​ sent --- "Sometimes, we need to lose something before we understand its value." (For Cesia) ))
She was tired. She was hungry. She was in no mood for him to speak in these musing riddles. And beyond that, lingered the ever present fear that erupted when dealing with his kind. Humans. Greedy. Violent and merciless. He would gladly rip her apart and drain the silver from her veins, use her for all the wishes she could give should he know just what she was, if he knew the sort of power that huddled just out of arms length, curled beneath the cloak she’d found, Cesia was certain of that. 
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The ceasg’s features scrunched into a frown, fangs clicking in annoyance behind thinly pursed lips. She was of half a mind to bite him... not hard enough to leave a permanent mark, but enough to make her point, to convey the amount of frustration she felt in this moment. To make him leave.    “ I d-do not... “   The words were broken. English did not come naturally, the sound still foreign, guttural and rough in her throat... a far cry from the melodic words sung between her kind.    “ I do not h-have anything else l-left to lose. So, th-that means nothing to me... Leave me be. “  
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"Friendship isn't a big thing, it's a million little things."
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powerof3in1 · 4 years
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@aquestionthatsneverbeenposed​ -plotted starter
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The corridors were quiet at night, which is why Prue liked to take late night strolls to her favorite hiding places around the castle; she preferred the calm energy of nighttime but also she wanted nothing more than to keep her little nooks of solace hidden from the other students. Having basically grown up in this castle, she knew many secrets and turns of which the new (and even the older) students were delightfully unaware. 
This night, however, the young witch decided to take full advantage of the empty library. Even though she’d read many books housed in the Hogwarts library, she was nowhere near through even half of the millions of pages that rested on these shelves. Prue couldn’t wait to just sit in a corner and read until morning. She perused the shelves, not truly interested in reading anything technical or overly educational but something more thrilling, even if historical. She heard footsteps and ducked out of sight immediately, unwilling to be told to go back to her dormitory before she could find a book. 
She stayed far off from the other person, whether it was a teacher or student, she didn’t want to find out. Once she found a book that looked interesting enough, the girl made her way to an almost invisible corner between two columns of magical history. Prue had gotten through all of three pages when she heard more noises and before she could make out what was happening, the bookshelf in front of her was falling, coming right at her. Eyes wide, the witch threw her hands up over her face, managing to freeze the wooden structure momentarily (much to her relief), giving her a chance to orb out from under the crooked shelving before her freeze on it had ended and it fell to the floor with a heavy crash. She gasped quietly clinging to her book, the adrenaline still coursing through her as she backed up. She didn’t know what knocked over that massive shelf, but she knew she needed to get out of here before she would be blamed for it. 
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lespendragons · 4 years
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betrayal & regret sentence starters // accepting.
@aquestionthatsneverbeenposed: “I didn’t want it to be like this, but I had no control!”
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     The bitterness of it presses at her ribcage like an inevitable urge to laugh. She didn’t want it either. Didn’t want it to come to this, didn’t want to resolve to treason and brutal force, didn’t want to disturb the peace of Camelot – she had no choice. Uther’s hatred for magic has made Morgana’s entire existence a constant threat hanging over the head like a swinging pendulum with a sharpened blade over the edge. A battle for the very right to survive. 
     Merlin pretended to be so understanding, but he will never understand. Nobody will. 
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     “You poisoned me!” and she tried to murder him a year later. She really doesn’t like the idea of it making them even. “You pretended to be my friend, I thought you were– I thought you understood. I guess I was wrong.” It doesn’t bring any surprise, though. There are many things Morgana now knows she was wrong about – Uther’s care for her, Arthur being different from his father, Merlin being an ally of those with magic – nothing but a bunch of lies she chose to believe. But not anymore. It’s as if the power that awakened in her opened her eyes to face the cruel reality. And that power has grown since the nightmares and candle accidents. 
      “You’re not better than the rest of them.”    
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heroparadigm · 4 years
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Melinda--Or rather Charlie was rather confused with wizardfolk.   She needed to find someone to explain the wizards obsession with Merlin.    She knew he existed at some point.  She approached one of the teachers in the hall and recognized him from when one of the upperclassmen were explaining.
“Professor Wyllt?   I was wondering if you could answer a question for me.”   She let out a breath.   “I’m a muggleborn so I don’t get this but what is with everyone’s obsession with Merlin.   Yes I get he was one of the most powerful sorcerers ever but seriously, why are people obsessed?”  
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daedaluscried · 4 years
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📚 (with Calondra, if that's okay? I love her a lot!)
Pop Art - Joe Hill
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“ I want to see if it’s true. If the sky opens up at the top. “
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xqueenofscots · 4 years
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“ there is a grain of truth in every fairy tale, that is what makes them special. ”
@aquestionthatsneverbeenposed​ // starter call. 
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