#druidtraitor

[bluntache]

🔪       ╱           @druidtraitor  ( ♥ )

he can sense a witch from a mile away .  ( warlock ) his mind supplies . but he’s never come so close to one before . now, facing one, he can’t help but stare.       ❝    i’m dean .    ❞     a pause, as he susses out the other, trying to sense if he’s bad or not. he doesn’t smell evil, dean tells himself.      ❝   i’m a shifter .   ❞     he doesn’t tell many people but the other doesn’t seem the type to give away their nature without something in return . dean’s a shape shifter , his other form a chesapeake bay retriever with brilliant malachite hues .

[vjesticka]

@druidtraitor gets a starter !

" WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME ? why have you come ? ” she could sense the magical power emanating off the stranger . it made her shudder , knowing that someone as powerful as him came to her . whatever he wanted from her she would try to abide to ; she did not want to make an enemy out of this man .

[noblefamiliar-blog]

        ❝    So,    ❞    Merek   broke   the   silence   between   them.    ❝    where’s   this   camp   of   yours?    ❞    The   promise   of   being   able   to   figure   out   what   truly   happened   to   him   and   how   there   was   the   possibility   of   having   it   reversed   felt   somewhat   too   fairytale   like.   But,   was   that   what   he   truly   wanted?   Now   that   he   had   this   spirit,   and   it   finally   accepted   him,   would   he   be   so   horrible   as   to   cast   it   out?   Maybe   that   was   something   to   think   about   when   he   got   the   answers   he   wanted.   /   @druidtraitor   |    ♥’ed

[dragvnflare-a]

@druidtraitor​

lyric starter ! dance to forget by tryhardninja

My chest forever cold A cold and maddening descent Descending down so far Fall farther 'til there's nothing left I'm left here in the dark

[avaliantprince]

@druidtraitor​ ( One year after the previous events )

Over the course of a year, Arthur had dedicated a lot of his time to trying to make changes to Camelot. Magic was slowly but surely being introduced again, and though there had been some moments of panic where Arthur wanted nothing to do with it and wanted to shut the whole operation down, he had pushed through to the best of his abilities. Magic folk were coming forth to request hearings with him, seeking for payment in return for the evils done to them or their family in the past. Then, of course, there were some people of magic who were too angry for payment and wanted nothing more than to see Arthur dead. Those were the ones he had to watch out for, and those were the ones that he would give a death sentence to for making attempts on his life.

During one of his many journeys outside of the city, he’d come across a group of druids who were under attack. They were scrambling to get their belongings, reminding Arthur of when he had watched them flee at his presence a year ago. He’d taken it upon himself to help them, thus saving their lives and preventing them from having to move again. They’d been scared of him at first, knowing that they were in the presence of Arthur, son of Uther, but he had assured them that they had no reason to fear him and that he only wanted peace. It was one of the more memorable acts of kindness he’d done for those with magic. Was it enough to gain their trust? Perhaps not fully.

It was an uphill battle every step of the way, but Gwen was there to support him and assure him that every gesture counted. Even if it was a slow process, people were noticing the changes. Given time, Camelot would become the kingdom Arthur envisioned it to be. One day, he and the people of Camelot, including those of magic, would be able to live in peace and harmony. Uther would be rolling in his grave right now if he were to know of the changes Arthur was making. He would be seen as a disappointment, but Arthur knew now that Uther was indeed a broken man and had allowed fear to control him. Still, there was something for Arthur to fear: Mordred. His words still lingered in his mind, and Arthur actively sent knights and soldiers out to scout the area and ensure that no suspicious activity was taking place. If it was a war Mordred wanted, then it was a war he would have. It just left the question of when?

While riding back from his travels, Arthur had found himself ambushed by another group of swordsmen who opposed his reign. There was little time for talk and introductions, the king and his knights drawing their swords and quickly finding themselves engaged in battle. Arthur was a proud swordsman and was known to be the best Camelot had, but even he hadn’t been prepared for the challenge that had approached him. They were strong. A force to be reckoned with. His knights fought valiantly, yet one by one they were picked off by numbers greater than his own. They were outnumbered and evidently outmatched. Soon it was just Arthur left, and the king found himself knocked onto his back after a lengthy and ruthless sword fight. The opponents sword was now left lingering above his chest, threatening to pierce his heart at any given moment. He knew this position all too well from training and duels. This was defeat. And this time, Merlin wasn’t around to save him.

[archivednimueries]

I like dead things. They cannot hurt me.

 a c c e p t i n g  ➟  war of foxes sentence meme

sir mordred .  // @druidtraitor

                   ● ● ●                       ❝ Has anyone ever told you that you have this innate ability to LIVEN the mood of a place? ❞ She spares him only the briefest of glances, pushing back some stray wisps of blonde hair from her brow before settling back into her work. Nimue enjoys the sound of the stone pestle grating against the mortar, crushing iridescent insects into a fine, glittery powder. It’s not as if she doesn’t agree with his statement, morose as it is. Her workroom is filled with dead things. Here a set of bleached bones. There a collection of perfectly preserved moths. Everywhere flowers and herbs hanging in various states of wilt and decay. Magic - true magic - requires both life and death, blood and bone. Such is the wheel of life where birth leads to death leads to rebirth. One thing must fall for another to rise. 

❝ Do you also compose SONNETS at pyres and burial mounds? ❞ Her tone has taken on a lighter quality, gaze still intent upon the ingredients laid out before her and the movement of her hands despite her taunting. One misstep and all of her effort will have been for nothing; it’s a nice parallel to her dealings with this grim knight. 

❝ Would you like a charm of PROTECTION, Sir Mordred? ❞ The question is punctuated by a soft hiss as she pricks her fingertip with the sharp point of a dagger, squeezing four drops into the stone bowl. It’s not as if she hasn’t already quietly placed countless wards and sigils about his things and his favored steed in her efforts to counteract the heavy hand of destiny. What is one more trinket if it will offer a little peace of mind?   ❝ I promised you the aid of my magic; I would not see you injured before you can even be crowned. ❞

[nimueries--a]

♡ - druidtraitor

 a c c e p t i n g  ➟  pre-established relationship meme

mordred .  // @druidtraitor

FRIENDS.   childhood friends  /  work friends  /  family friends  /  recently friends  /  turning antagonistic  /  turning into something romantic  /  stable  /  falling apart  /  friendship of need  /  friendship of circumstance  /  pen - pals or internet friends  /  coworkers  /  partners  /  other .

ROMANCE.   childhood sweethearts  /  newly entered  /  soulmates  /  skinny love  /  unrequited from my muses side  /  unrequited from your muses side  /  friends with benefits  /  awkward  /  fading  /  turning  toxic  /  toxic  and  destructive  /  other .

FAMILIAL BOND.   sibling bond  /  older sibling figure to your muse  /  younger sibling figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal  guardian  /  other .

ENEMIES.   dangerous to themselves  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  passionate  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into a sexual tension  /  developing into a romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based of misunderstandings or lies  /  other .

[ycungwclf-blog]

                  –––––––––    ❝    I’ve   traveled   from   the   North   to   help   save   Camelot.    ❞    Robb   said,   keeping   his   horse   steady   from   just   recently   riding.    ❝    I   am   Robb   Stark,   do   you   need   any   help?    ❞     /    @druidtraitor​    |    ♥’ed

[bearchiild]

     HANDS PULLBACK THE REINS, halting the speckled horse from its run ; it reared back slightly then landed its front hooves on the ground with a loud call of its own. the girl on the back patted the side of the horse’s head to assure him all was well but the look she gave to the boy before her made it clear nothing was well.   “ speak. who are you? ”   she commands in a voice that seems far too loud for her body, a ferocious expression upon her face.   “ speak quickly, ser. ”

@druidtraitor

[aelsell]

@druidtraitor sc. 

               “A knight of Camelot?”, mumbled words escape her lips as Tilda sees the stranger approaching. She has not been in the citadel for years, not after the late king’s death. And with Arthur on the throne... There has not been much cause for the Pendragon crest to fly over their small village. What changed? “Is there anything I can be of assistance with, good sir?”

[bluntache]

threads i’m dropping unless they’re cont. asap / or you msg me . they’re old as balls lol & i am cleaning my thread tracker .  most ppl have deleted went inactive anyways but just in case .

@gcvern 

https://risaen.tumblr.com/post/184696216014/gcvern-mycroft-swallowed-at-the

@tcrroradius 

https://risaen.tumblr.com/post/186269358543/tcrroradius-claire-keeps-to-herself-she-finds

@becauseyouremybigbrother 

https://risaen.tumblr.com/post/184736289993/becauseyouremybigbrother-she-allows-the-lie 

https://risaen.tumblr.com/post/185238200488/becauseyouremybigbrother-immediately-holding

@rawfrce 

https://risaen.tumblr.com/post/185187762418/rawfrce-rawfrce-%F0%9D%90%9C%F0%9D%90%9A%F0%9D%90%A5%F0%9D%90%A5%F0%9D%90%A8%F0%9D%90%AE%F0%9D%90%AC-%F0%9D%90%9D%F0%9D%90%9E%F0%9D%90%A6%F0%9D%90%9E%F0%9D%90%9A%F0%9D%90%A7%F0%9D%90%A8%F0%9D%90%AB-%F0%9D%90%9A

@druidtraitor 

https://risaen.tumblr.com/post/185452877808/druidtraitor-his-eyebrows-raised-slightly-at

@samenkomen

 https://risaen.tumblr.com/post/182815823058/samenkomen-the-shared-house-she

https://risaen.tumblr.com/post/183344718448/samenkomen-pants-are

@millenicl

 https://risaen.tumblr.com/post/182617207703/millennicl-risaen-i-plotted-starter-ft

@bathingdove 

https://risaen.tumblr.com/post/183750808223/bathingdove 

https://risaen.tumblr.com/post/183984508246/bathingdove-she-folds-on-the-desk-in-front

@regxs 

https://risaen.tumblr.com/post/183752532578/regxs-as-ever-an-awkward-smile

https://risaen.tumblr.com/post/185238348378/regxs-castiel-didnt-have-to

@canbesaved / @lifeunravelled 

https://risaen.tumblr.com/post/183772259598/canbesaved-oh-yeah-and

https://risaen.tumblr.com/post/185237968923/canbesaved-he-can-lie-but-she-can-feel-him

https://risaen.tumblr.com/post/184138566051/canbesaved-for-old-times-sake-if-she-were-to

https://risaen.tumblr.com/post/183772259598/canbesaved-oh-yeah-and

@heelbled

 https://risaen.tumblr.com/post/183865535795/heelbled

@tomakepeace

 https://risaen.tumblr.com/post/184619214681/tomakepeace-he-knows-dean-isnt-telling-the

these i’m not sure if i should be tracking or not (currently they are tracked)

@sheresists

https://risaen.tumblr.com/post/187649620113/meme-tag-sheresists-askdjg-hes

@falltiel 

https://risaen.tumblr.com/post/187779888047/meme-tag-falltiel-i-will-never-give-up

@uncleanking

https://risaen.tumblr.com/post/188042320886/uncleanking-amusement-dares-to-bubble-up-in

@sacrisanct

https://risaen.tumblr.com/post/187840842573/sacrisanct-hand-raises-to-the

@violnds 

https://risaen.tumblr.com/post/187841615808/violndsa-the-girl-was-used-to

@redhoneyhq 

https://risaen.tumblr.com/post/188026499868/redhoneyhq-yea-thanks

[fayofavalon]

Calling out to the Merlin Fandom!!! Be it BBC Merlin, Mists of Avalon, Merlin 1998, Excalibur, or many more. Or should it be called the Arthurian Fandom? Doesn’t Matter !! Calling out to the Merlin Fandom!! To all you MERLIN / ARTHURIAN ROLEPLAYERS are out there, there’s something new going on in the woods !! So I have decided to make a discord server for us all to get to know each other. We all have something in common, and that is our love for Merlin, or Arthur, Or Morgana, or Guinevere, or even Uther? Maybe all of them? Still, we are a family, a community for that matter. To join you can be from any merlin/arthurian based fandom(s) and we are a crossover/non canon muse friendly family who would love to see you there. You don’t have to be a specific arthurian or merlin based roleplayer to join, you can simply even just have a merlin cross over verse. So come and be one with us over on this discord server. you won’t regret it !!

promo edit by: @druidtraitor

[dragvnflare-a]

#b

there ya go bibs!

[avaliantprince]

@druidtraitor continued from here

Despite Arthur’s determination to reach their destination, he didn’t think it wise to continue forward in the inevitable pouring rain. Especially in the woods where it was easy to get lost. Those dark clouds looming overhead were a minor threat, but one that could prove to be much greater if not respected.

“I understand you wish to reach our destination, Mordred. I do too, but not at the risk of losing men,” Arthur answered, thus shutting down Mordred’s suggestion that they persevere. He appreciated his determination and loyalty for their quest, however. It was an admirable trait to have, as all knights of Camelot should. Unbeknownst to him was the fact that Mordred’s intentions for suggesting carrying on were for differing reasons.

“It’s hard to see through the rain during a storm.” Not only did heavy rain come with storms, but fierce winds that made the rain whip against their faces and cause them to struggle to see where they were going. “We could easily go off course. Besides, the lightning tends to spook the horses. The last thing I need is a horse running wild and a knight getting lost in the woods.” That would only set them back even further and waste more time. It was decided. They would seek shelter at the nearest place.

Rain was already beginning to fall, however light, and the sky gave a soft rumble that would soon turn into something much louder. Within the next few minutes, it would surely be pouring down on them. “Make haste to the nearest shelter,” Arthur called out to his knights, who would now all be on the lookout for a place to seek refuge. Ideally, a cave. As they continued onward, they would surely soon stumble across the druid camp.

[archivednimueries]

I cannot meddle with what the fates have decreed.

 a c c e p t i n g  ➟  mists of avalon sentence starters pt. 2

sir mordred .  // @druidtraitor

                    ● ● ●                       ❝ No? ❞ The sorceress pauses in her work, the string from her spinning wheel falling slack between her nimble fingers as she turns her head to better appraise the boy. Something close to amusement settles on the corners of her mouth and lifts a single blonde brow. ❝ I suppose my lord Merlin has meddled enough for the whole of the kingdom as it is. Had he not instructed Arthur to send all the May Day born to their deaths all those years ago who is to say what might have happened? I often think his true talent was that of the self-fulfilling prophecy, but I think it best not to speak for him when he is no longer with us to defend himself. ❞ 

That too was the product of his meddling.

❝ Yet I also think it unwise to place too much faith in the Fates, ❞ she continues after a time, idly picking up her string once more to begin her spinning anew. ❝ What weight do any of our actions hold if each step we take in this life is preordained? To think that way takes a great deal of curiosity and enjoyment out of living — it lends to stupidity and complacency. Think you that I share the same visions as Merlin…or Morgan for that matter? Think you that the things I see are finite and set in stone? If so, why should I try or care to do anything at all? ❞

[bluntache]

CHARACTER AESTHETICS

bold what applies.

I. THE FAIRY.        chipped nail polish.  glitter highlight.  tall trees with smooth bark. tangled hair. the taste of cinnamon sugar.  talking too loud and too fast.  overgrown flowers in your hair. crumbling buildings reclaimed by nature.  flirting.  walking home at 3am with no coat.  platonic hand-holding.  blowing smoke out of your nose.  dragonfly wings.  chaotic good.  freckles.  fairy rings.  secret meetings.  gender nonconformity.  leather. smudged eyeliner.  forbidden fruit.

II. THE REAPER.        computer errors.  a shiver down your spine.  haunting beauty.  hard liquor.  crowns of thorns.  shadowed alleyways. decaying plant matter.  shattered mirrors and broken glass.  corrupted memories.  stopped clocks.  the scent of stale cigarettes.  tattered black hoodies.  walking your friends home. the crescent moon. the sea.  a graveyard on a foggy day.  cold rings on cold fingers.  absolution.  looking out the window of an airplane.  soft kisses.

III. THE WITCH.        graffiti.  pretending to know what you’re doing. worn paperback books. growing up too fast.  parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme. lace and combat boots.  moth wings.  candles on every surface.  a weathered deck of cards.  turning the music up.  fireflies in jars.  calloused fingers. drawing on your skin. sunlight filtering through clouds.  petrichor.  a dying rose in a jar.  wearing a crystal pendant.  illusions and spells. black cats.  mint gum.  chapped lips.  dirt under your fingernails.  the cycle of life and death.

IV. THE WOLF.        murders of crows.  frost-bitten leaves.  wolves howling at midnight. knocking on your door.  leaving food out for stray animals.  the twang of an acoustic guitar.  honey.  tiny red buds on trees.  claw marks on the walls.  golden eyes. slightly too long stubble.  sharp canines.  soft, thick fur.  hunger. a small cottage in the middle of the woods.  knitted fingerless gloves. sleeping on the forest floor.  always finding your way back home.

tagged by: @druidtraitor

tagging: @regxs , @crackedfaith , @strayedsolo , @bluejedii , @azazelsboy