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𝖈𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖑 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖘𝖐𝖊𝖗𝖘    –    A REGENCY PERIOD SENTENCE MEME

regency  era    –––>    the  period  from  1811  –  1820  when  the  prince  of  wales  was  crowned  regent.  the  key  features  are  witty  conversation,  a  focus  on  marriage,  and  attention  to  fashion  and  manners.  elegance  in  fashion  and  great  achievements  in  fine  arts  and  architecture  are  trademarks  of  the  regency  era.

there’s  a  demand  for  this,  right?  please  tell  me  there’s  a  demand  for  this.  some  are  quotes  from  jane austen  novels  &  their  adaptions,  some  from  the  birdge.rton  tv  show  &  some  are  just  random.  send  one  to  receive  a  regency  au  response  or  thread!    (references  for  writers:  x  x  x  x  x  x)

                                                              .  .  .

 “i am half agony, half hope.”

 “i could more easily forgive his vanity had he not wounded mine.”

 “will you please introduce me?”

 “delighted to make your acquaintance.”

 “i was so anxious to do what is right, that i forgot to do what is right.”

 “is your dance card already full?”

 “my dance card is full.”

 “i can listen no longer in silence.”

 “you believed yourself in love.”

 “a lady’s imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony in a moment.”

 “you are the last (man) in the world i could ever be prevailed upon to marry.”

 “any gentleman callers yet?”

 “so this is your opinion of me? thank you for explaining it so fully.”

 “i’m afraid i’ve placed my affections far out of your reach.”

 “what do you recommend to encourage affection?”

 “you have bewitched me, body and soul.”

 “i apprised you of my wishes and you proceeded to ignore them.”

 “forgive me for taking up so much of your time.”

 “it would be better if you refrained from thinking about me at all.”

 “when i have a house of my own, i shall be miserable if i have not an excellent library.”

 “when in prayer or in love, one’s eyes should not wander.”

 “if i loved you less, then i might be able to talk about it more.”

 “you deserve everything your heart desires.”

 “shall we take a turn about the room?”

 “i am anything but interested in you.”

 “you pierce my soul.”

 “in vain i have struggled.”

 “dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death.”

 “unchaperoned?”

 “i am very fond of walking.”

 “i do not want people to be very agreeable, as it saves me the trouble of liking them a great deal.”

 “there is nothing i would not do for those who are really my friends. i have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature.”

 “i have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature.”

 “my affections and wishes are unchanged; but one word from you will silence me on this subject forever.”

 “if this is to work, we must appear madly in love.”

 “the very first moment i beheld (him), my heart was irrevocably gone.”

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is arthur pendragon back yet?

day 542,373:

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// OH THANK FUCK. I finally figured out what email this account was hiding under. JFC.

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danielle campbell as harper tate in famous in love s02e04

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Send a ✨ if you want to RP with me but don’t know how to approach me.

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Near the place called Camlann our destinies shall meet. Grieving father and spiteful son will seal each other’s fate. Britannia’s future hangs by a thread while avarice here dwell. Arthur and Mordred, the blood of kings on this ground lay dead.

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New Year Starters

"Will you kiss me at midnight?"

"HAPPY NEW YEAR!"

"Got any champagne?"

"I'm got doing the ball drop this year."

"I'd rather be home than freezing outside."

"I really don't get the big deal."

"Here's hoping the new year is better than the last."

"New year, new me."

"Let's go out to celebrate."

"Want to go to a party?"

"This is the perfect way to ring in the new year."

"To health, happiness and good days."

"I don't drink, but thank you anyway."

"I don't feel well..."

"Did you just kiss me?"

"I don't care if it IS tradition, I'm not eating that."

"It really is nice out tonight."

"The stars are prettier than the fireworks."

"We don't have to go to a big party place. Maybe a restaurant?"

"Let's ring in the new year right."

"Are you drunk?"

"Can we go home?"

"Just you, me and a couple of silly hats. What do you say?"

"Hold my hand."

"I just want to go to bed early tonight. Does that make me old?"

"I think I drank too much."

"Let's get a cab."

"I'm not wearing those."

"You look silly."

"Does anyone know the words to Auld Lang Syne?"

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meredulac​:

@ofcamelot: is getting a starter for reasons

The preparation for the yearly Fairy Ball (as it had become to be known) always took up most of Vivienne’s time the week leading up to it. But the night of the celebration, it was time to relax and mingle with her guests. Many, she had known almost as long as she had been in existence. A few new faces. New spouses of old friends who might not be around for the next year. But they were all treated as old friends. 

She moved through the crowd, stopping to make small talk with her guests. Of course the Court had stuck together, the boys (and Kerry) coming and going. Viv caught a glimpse of Lancelot, resplendent in silver leading a young woman to the dance floor. She might not have thought twice about it if she didn’t happen to see the looks that passed between the Knights. And Kerry coming toward her, clearly on a mission.

“What happened?” she asked once the woman was close enough. “Something’s wrong?”

With her mother determined to stay on Avalon and her brother being...her brother, Kerry had come to rely on Viv as much as on “the boys” as she called them. Her mother’s aunt was like a second mother to her and while, for obvious reasons, closer to Lance, she was still close to Poppy and Nic as well. So the moment she saw where this was headed, she knew she had to go to her. Warn her.

Allowing the elder redhead to draw her away from the crowd, she waited until they were alone to speak. “It’s Lance. I think...the woman he’s with...she’s a friend of Poppy’s. Jenny something....I think....I think she might be Gwen and if that’s true...”

Then they needed to keep her and Lance far apart from one another.

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legends-and-savages​:

@ofcamelot​ liked for a muse roulette lyric starter (and got Evie)

Good to be Bad- Descendants 3

“ If you’re down, then make your move, but you best not hesitate.” Evie said.  “But you don’t strike me as a person that would hesitate.” 

“You’d be surprised.” Sitting on the designer’s bed, Kerry frowned. “My hesitation almost helped lead to the downfall of my home.” For Kerry’s soft spot for her half-brother, Mordred, had made her unable to fight him. And because of it, Camelot had almost been destroyed. Of course, neither her uncle or anyone else blamed her for it. She was just a child.

An eternal child thanks to the magic that flowed through her veins. “It’s a hard thing, finding the right balance between hesitant and impulsive. I’m working on it. But...uh...when you were on the Isle...did you ever run across my brother. Well, half-brother. Mordred?”

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ghxstwrxter​:

Hugging his niece for the first time again was one of the few things that had made the story his sister had been explaining off and on for the last few hours become real. Was her grip a bit too tight? Perhaps but he didn’t mind; it had been roughly 1300 years.

Though Arthur was grateful when she let go and it became easier to breathe.

“Kerry,“ he was confused as she rushed off until she gathered up the sheath she had brought in with her. When she offered her up to him, he took it gently. He knew that hilt, the blade had at one point been an extension of his own arm within battle. 

It had managed to follow them and himself into this new future.

When she mentioned a small coterie outside, growing restless, his mind raced as he contemplated who all it might be and who he hoped had managed to carry on. There were a few names he had caught in the pieces of explanation but one name that hadn’t and a face that hadn’t been there when he had woken from the slumber.

“Let them in. Is Gwen with them?“

He’d get used to her flitting about again, find she was not so different than the girl he remembered. True, centuries had passed and in that time she had seen many things but at her core she was still the same ‘witch child’ who had once driven the priests and the scholars of the kingdom to madness with her refusal to sit still. To learn the things a proper young lady must prior to her marriage. 

Kerry had once said she would never marry (unless she was in love) and well, so far it had held true. Her eternal youth reprieving her of such things.

“As fun as it was to wield it, it belongs with you. For I highly doubt Mab will stop her assaults once she discovers you’ve returned.” If anything, she’d ramp them up. But hopefully, they’d have some time before she found out. 

Time to just...rejoice in being together once more. 

As her uncle mentioned his late queen, Kerry turned to her mother. What was she supposed to say?

“Go get the others, Little One. I’ll handle this.”

As the brunette disappeared through the door, Morgaine turned to her brother. “While Lancelot chose to atone for his part in things by protecting the sword, Gwen...she chose to atone with her god. In a nunnery. Where she lived out the rest of her human life.” Because of course Gwen would have never chosen magic. “However...her death means she was born again and there are...a few that we believe might be her. It will take some further investigation, of course...”

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  some  one  word  prompts .    (    send   one   of   the   words   for   our   muses   to   interact   based   off   that   word   )

goodbye :  my  muse  kissing  and/or  hugging  your  muse  goodbye.

secrets :   my  muse  sharing/confiding  their  deepest,  darkest  secret  with  your  muse.

nightmare :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muses  aid  when  they  awake  from  a  nightmare.

push :   my  muse  pushing  your  muse  out  of  the  way  of  danger.

embrace :   my  muse  abruptly  throwing  their  arms  around  your  muse,  hugging  them  tightly.

bloody :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muse  with  blood  stains  on  their  clothes  and  hands,  shaking.

drunk :   my  muse  takes  care  of  your  muse  while  they  are  in  a  drunken  state.

bed :   my  muse  wakes  up  in  the  same  bed  as  your  muse  with  little  recollection  of  the  night  before.

slap :   my  muse  slaps  your  muse  across  the  face  out  of  anger.

gone :   my  muse  stays  by  your  muses  side  while  they  take  their  last  breath.

scream :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  quickly  runs  to  their  side.

sleep :   my  muse  falls  asleep  on  your  muse,  making  it  hard  for  my  muse  to  leave.

stalk :   my  muse  gets  caught  by  your  muse  trailing  behind  them,  watching  them.

sacrifice :   my  muse  jumps  in  front  of  your  muse,  sacrificing  their  life  for  your  muses  life.

trail :   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scares,  asking  them  about  it.

love :   my  muse  confronts  your  muse  about  why  they  never  say  ’ i  love  you ’  back.

piggyback :   my  muse  jumps  on  your  muses  back,  my  muse  gives  yours  a  piggyback  ride.

jump :   my  muse  runs  to  your  muse  and  jumps  up,  my  muse  holding  yours  up  by  their  thighs.

dance :   my  muse  holds  their  hand  out,  waiting  for  your  muse  to  come  out  and  slow  dance  with  them.

carry :   my  muse  carries  your  muse  to  their  house,  either  drunk,  or  a  weakened  state,  can  specify. 

lighter :   my  muse  pulls  out  a  lighter  and  lights  it  for  your  muse  to  use  to  light  their  cigarette.

shot :   my  muse  gets  shot  and  struggles  to  your  muses  house  for  aid.

wound :   my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten.

fight :   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else.

arrest :   your  muse  finds  my  muse  arrested  in  cuffs  with  swarming  police  everywhere.

hospital :   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened.

gun :  my  muse  pulls  out  a  gun  on  your  muse,  your  muse  tries  to  talk  them  into  putting  the  gun  down. 

betrayal :  my  muse  finds  out  that  your  muse  has  betrayed  them  in  same  way  and  confronts  them  about  it.

nude :  my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  accidentally  seeing  them  naked.

karaoke :  my  muse  pulls  your  muse  up  on  stage  with  them  to  sing  some  karaoke  songs. 

laughter :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  laughing  uncontrollably  and  approaches  to  see  if  they  are  okay.

murder :   my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  committing  a  gruesome  murder.

wet :   my  muse  strips  down  to  their  under  garments  and  runs  into  the  water,  motioning  for  your  muse  to  join  them.

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His final memories were hazy yet he could recall the pain and anguish of his kingdom burning mixed with the fear for his family, for his knights. What would become of them? What would become of his people? 

Then there was silence and the pain coursing through his body disappeared. 

That had been when the sleep had overtaken him.

A sleep that had, according to his sister, lasted for well over a millennia. 

Despite what he had seen and faced in his life, of the magic he knew existed and had seen worked by the likes of Merlin and others, it was hard to come to terms with the fact that so much time had passed while he had been gone.  

The most comforting element had been that he hadn’t been the only one to come forward to the present time. The familiar faces that he had been able to see so far since he had awoken from his slumber had been comforting in the face of the stories and history he would have to catch up on once he was more acclimated to being back awake and with his people. 

Arthur had been seated with his sister when he heard the familiar voice cry out a title he truly hadn’t heard since their time, one he had grown used to when he and his queen had fostered her as a young girl before she had chosen to go to Avalon. 

With a smile, he rose from his seat in time for his niece to throw herself at him, the sound of metal hitting the floor ringing out. He wrapped his arms around his beloved niece as she hugged his neck.

“Kerradine…“

Her nose wrinkled at the sound of her full name -- an involuntary action more than anything else. For usually ‘Kerradine’ had been reserved for those moments when a lecture was sure to follow. Skipping out on lessons. Disappearing from the castle without word to anyone. Even now, it was only used when things ‘got real’ so to speak. The heat of battle. A moment of concern. When it came to the day to day, she was Kerry...always had been and always would be.

But seeing as her uncle had been back in the world for all of what? Six hours? She’d forgive him. At least this once.

As Morgaine gently reminded her daughter that Arthur did, still, need to breathe, the young girl slowly relaxed her hold -- stepping back, still beaming. She looked the same as she had all those years ago. When she appeared on the hillside above Camlann, pleading with her half-brother to stop. To end his crusade before it ruined them all. But Mordred had been set in his path, believing himself to be wronged. Not just by Arthur. But by his mother who refused to back him. Who also tried to tell him his way was not THE way. 

She had failed then. It was why she had agreed to undergo the trials. To become immortal and protect the sword. THE SWORD! Rushing back to where she had dropped it, she reclaimed the sheathed steel and held it out to her uncle. “This, I believe, is yours...also, when you’re ready, there’s a small coterie outside growing ever restless.”

Lance, Galahad, Percival, Bors...not to mention his foster brother, Kay. All of whom had also entered into guardianship. Who had spent the past milennia protecting the sword and his niece. Waiting for this exact moment...

The moment he returned.

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He also probably shouldn’t encourage her not to listen to the tutors, but if she was unhappy well he couldn’t stand by that.  So it was a simple thing really.   He’d probably catch flack for it later, but he’d deal with that when it happened.

A nod from him as she gave the all clear.  He spurred his horse just a little.  Enough to execute the turn and exit the stable.  It probably wasn’t the smartest decision to take her, but it could be a useful lesson for her.  So it was a two fold purpose wasn’t it.  “Good.”

He stopped his horse outside of the stable to wait both for her and the rest of the party.

Probably not; but at least this way there was an adult she trusted to tell when she skipped out of lessons instead of just disappearing for the day -- leaving the castle in an uproar. For being the one to let the King’s niece go missing was hardly something any servant and/or member of the court wanted.

And yes, it was true that the Queen would most likely have several opinions on the matter (for how could they eventually find her a good and proper husband if she never learned to act like a lady). But no one was more practiced as soothing the Queen’s...opinions than Arthur.

The moment her uncle left the stable, she was egging her horse on...gesturing for him to follow the other horse. She knew most of the knights accompanying them would ride behind her uncle...as was custom...but she’d end up riding beside him. Just like her aunt did when she accompanied him. With her horse falling into step beside his, she beamed. See. She knew they were going to be friends. 

“What are the people fighting about?” Because if her uncle was going to settle something, it was usually a fight. Typically about land, but sometimes other things... And the more she knew about it now, the less questions she’d ask when they arrived.

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// Tis the season; like this post for a holiday starter -- either during their time in Camelot or in modern day. xD

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30 days of disney challenge: [6/30] your favorite animal

“now then, boy. flying is not just some crude, mechanical process. it is a delicate art. purely aesthetic. poetry of motion. and the only way to learn it is to do it.”

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// Catch me fighting the urge to make a blog for Guinevere using Kathryn Winnick.

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Ruins of a Druid temple in Yorkshire, England