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Sometimes I felt like the ocean; beautiful and dangerous. But mostly, alone.

(via seasonalbuds)

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;; [ also, whether or not we've interacted before, totally like for a starter. i'll do 'em all! ]

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;; [  bOOOM LOOK WHO IS BACK IN BUSINESS LADIES AND GENTS HELLOOOOO ]

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Reblog if you're okay with people rping with you from their mobile.

This means unintentionally made link reblogs, an inability to use icons, and probably slowed response rates.

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The volume with which he yelled the enchantment was no issue to Mordred -- in his current state, he could still barely hear it. He felt a surge of warmth flow over him, and then a sudden, sharp coldness. For moment, he thought he'd died, found himself among his friends, his family -- in a place of final peace. But he felt his eyes opening, and before him, still, was Merlin. He could see with just enough clarity to know that the Druid was exhausted, and, grabbing his hand, he pulled himself up to a sitting position, a scream tearing itself from his throat, and ricocheting around the forest. Sweat poured from his flesh, and his breaths were uneven; but he was breathing. And that was what mattered. "Emrys," he breathed, choking on the name, "Yes. Yes, I'm okay. Thank you. Thank you."

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People talk about how hard long distance relationships are but nobody talks about the struggle of long distance friendships. I would give my left leg right now to just be able to sit in our pjs and watch movies or to just be able to give a big fucking hug. 

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REBLOG if your pan/bi/asexual

Let’s show them we exist guys

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Mordred laughed bitterly, pressing his foot down on the older Druid's chest. "You won't be telling Arthur anything, Emrys," he spoke softly, an underlying threat in his words. "Those pretty little lips of yours shall remain shut."

"Who will believe you?"

Merlin looked up at Mordred too weak to get up. “Arthur will believe me. I need to get back to Camelot.”

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"Who will believe you?" {Btw you're an awesome Mordred and I look forward to role-playing with you. Sorry if I suck though lol}

" -------- Emrys, please... I won't tell anyone -- I won't say anything. Just -- please. You don't have to do this. You don't."

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;; [ thank you bab!! ily lots <33 ]

How many people do you follow? Who do you recommend following?

I follow 1k+ :)Who do I recommend following? Oh… that is a hard one there are so many wonderful roleplayers out there.kingclotpoleigraineofcornwallqxeencerseiegoxisticlannisternsherunfailingkindnessperduellioxregicide

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I understand, darlin'. I feel like that constantly - but it doesn't mean people don't want to RP with you. You're an excellent Morgana, and I await your responses constantly. Honestly.

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              Piercing blue hues landed on             his own, and a shiver forced its                way up Mordred's spine.               He knew the look upon his            mirrored features -- it was one              he himself pulled frequently                 when face with something                so bemusing; so blatantly                          unimpressive.

                                     He took in every inch of his surroundings,                                     absorbing it all, as his eyes landed on the                                      throne before him. It was elaborate, both                                         in design, and in juxtaposition to its                                      surroundings. How could something so                                      beautiful be somewhere so dark? A chill                                      ran through him yet again, and a sinking                                                   sensation overcame him.

            " -------- Yes, I gathered as much.                            What I don't understand                            is why you're... Here. And                             where, exactly, here is."           His voice emerged with more        strength than he'd expected, and        he even managed to push himself         forward, his step forceful; with      purpose. Nostrils flared, he took a           deep breath, calming himself     somewhat. Despite how new, and         frankly, bizarre, the situation     was, he was owning it -- on some                         level, at least.

beyond the veil {closed rp}

       Mordred had not quite known what to expect — in fact, he’d barely had time to think about what might come after, as he was to busy thinking about what might happen then. It had felt surreal, to say the least, but even that would not be an apt enough description; it’s indescribable. Whatever he had prepared himself for, it had not been… This.

       Deep greens and browns surrounded him, vibrant colours, all of which he had seen before, but never in such definition. It was as if, before now, he had been blind, and these were his first true sights. Perhaps that’s how death was meant to be. But no — no, when you die, you are not meant to stand face-to-face with yourself. Not only a duplicate of yourself, but one who is so extraordinarily different to you… Mordred narrowed his eyes, and took a hesitant step forward, and despite the precision with which he moved, he still managed to stumble. His apparent reflection did not copy. Instinctively, he reached a hand towards his word — but it wasn’t there. In fact, he was no longer wearing armour, but a billowing white shirt, with dark slacks. These were not his clothes: he’d never worn anything so… Clean. Taking a deep breath, he cleared his throat, and —

         ”Who are you?”

      Feeble, weak words to match his feeble, weak voice. He cleared his throat again, and paused, composing himself. Adapt. That had been one of his many instructions during training in Camelot, and at the moment, it appeared to be the most relevant. Adapt.

                                “What are you?”

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wRONG i always want to rp with you on all my blogs bby

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Merlin seemed to be in a hurry to get away from Camelot. He sighed when he banged into someone not realising it was Mordred. He turned around angrily. "Watch where you're going!"

    {   A white rage flickered in         Mordred’s eyes, and he       turned his head sharply,        in order to look whoever         had cavorted into him       in the eye whilst spitting                  his abuse.  }

                  ”Perhaps you should watch where               you’re going, you foul,                    impertinent —…                         Merlin?”

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you're my fave person omg <3 halpert and mordred love is all yours nugget <3

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Abusive RP starters:

"What have I told you about being in here!?"

"Don’t make me punish you…"

"Who will believe you?"

"If anyone asks, you fell down the stairs."

"Stay in this closet and be quiet!"

*SLAP!*

*PUNCH*

*KICK!*

"I will whip you until all of the blood pours from your back!"

"Shut up, you worthless _______!"

"I told you once. Don’t make me tell you again or else."

"You’ve been a bad boy/girl again, haven’t you?"

"Clean yourself up. You disgust me."