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Activity Notice - Aka I’m sorry things have been really slow

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Hey everyone! Once again, I apologise for the period of inactivity, my life is really hectic at the moment with family, my health, and preparing for writing my Master’s Thesis next semester. I’m planning on traveling to Kent, England soon to do some archival research on my author’s letters, calendar, and notebooks, so I have been trying to fine tune the details on that as well. 

So until things start to calm down, this blog will be on a sort of semi-hiatus. Replies will happen and the promised starters will be posted, but expect slow activity for a while. I will announce when I expect things to calm down, but for now there will be slow activity for the foreseeable future. I will set up replies and starters in the queue whenever I complete them.

However, I intend to be active on all my messengers, so if you want to chat, plot, or even rp with me on any of these platforms, please feel free to hit me up on them; just tell me who you are to avoid confusion.

Skype: Inventivecookie Kik: Undercamelot Steam: Inventivecookie Discord: Inventivecookie#7152

I also have imessenger for those that want it, send me an IM if you want that information.

I hope to talk to all of you

❤ Didi

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Sentence Meme sentences

“Are you crazy?”

"Are you even listening to me?”

“Are you even listening to yourself?”

“Are you sure they won’t find out?”

"Are you sure this is legal?”

"Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

"Are you threatening me?”

“Be mine.”

“Do I know you?”

“Do you love me?”

“Do you remember this?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Don’t go.”

“Don’t let me die”

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Don’t make me beg.”

"Don’t you dare come near me!”

“Don’t you dare.”

“Explain yourself.”

“For you, I would _____”

“Give it back.”

“Give me another chance.”

“Have you ever even done this before?”

“How drunk are you right now?”

“I already regret this.”

“I am not wearing that.”

"I can’t believe you missed that.”

“I can’t do this anymore.”

“I can’t even look at you.”

“I could kill you!”

“I dare you.” or “I dare you to _____.”

“I didn’t do it.”“

"I didn’t know you could do that.”

“I don’t want to look at you right now.”

"I guess this is goodbye.”

"I hate you.”

“I have to go.”

“I just want to cuddle.”

“I know your secret.”

"I love you, but I really wish I didn’t.”

"I love you.”

“I miss you so very much.”

“I missed you.”

“I need a drink.”

“I need a hug.”

“I never really loved you.”

“I owe you.”

“I think I broke it.”

“I think I’m falling in love with you. ”

“I think I’m forgetting something.”

“I think it’s broken.”

"I trust you.”

“I want to be yours.”

“I want to try this thing I read in a book.”

"I want you. Naked. In my bed. Now.”

“I’ll be there in five minutes.”

”This is really inappropriate.”

"I’m all for spicing thing’s up, but isn’t this a bit much?”

"I’m bad for you.”

"I’m dying.”

“I’m going to be sick.”

“I’m not speaking to you anymore.”

“I’m pregnant and it’s yours.”

“I’ve never heard that one before.”

“If you stay quiet, no one will know.”

"Is that my shirt?”

“It was me”

“It’s so beautiful.”

"It’s time to choose.”

"Just five more minutes.”

“Just go.”

“Just leave me alone.”

“Just let me die.”

“Just relax.”

“Just what did we do last night?”

“Kiss me you idiot.”

“Kiss me.”

“Make me.”

“Marry me?”

“My Parents don’t know”

“My parents know.”“

"Never again.”

“Nh, don’t be so rough!”

“No, that can’t be my baby.”

“No! You can’t die on me now!”

“Put it away.”

"Put your trousers on!”

“Put. The. Weapon. Down.”

“Shut up and listen.”

“Take responsibility.”

“That isn’t mine.”

“That looked easier on TV.”

“That sounds painful.”

“That was a bad plan.”

“That’s mine!”

"That’s the cheesiest pickup line I’ve ever heard.”

“They’re coming.”

"This seems familiar.”

“This stays between us.”

“Truth hurts, don’t it?”

“Want to hear a secret?”

“We need to talk.”

“We’re moving too fast.”

"Well that was unexpected.”

“What are we doing here?”

“What are you afraid of?”

“What are you touching?”

“What are you?”

“What do you need?”

“What happened to you?”

“What have I done this time?”

“What if someone catches us?”

"What sort of noise was that?”

"What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“What were you thinking?”

“Where are my clothes?”

“Where did you find this?”

“Where do you even find this sort of thing?”

"Where were you?”

“Who’d have guessed you could pull such a face?”

"Why are you wearing that?”

“Why yes, I am as think as you drunk I am.”

“You could have died!”

"You could have killed someone!”

“You coward.”

“You don’t need to be so gentle.”

"You drive me crazy!”

“You have ten minutes, so make it quick.”

"You lied to me!”

“You mean everything to me.”

“You owe me.”

“You. Come. Snuggle. NOW!”

“You’re all out of ____.”

“You’re an idiot.”

"You’re bad for me.”

"You’re dead to me.”

“You’re pregnant and It’s mine”

“You’re really good at this…”

"You’re so weird.”“

"You’re under arrest.”

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Hello everyone! My finals are finally over along with most of the busier days of the holiday. I am so sorry for the wait but thank you so much for being patient with me ❤

I will work on everything I owe, but in the meantime please like this post for a starter! Absolutely everyone is invited to request one!

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So sorry as always for the slow activity everyone! As always it’s due to school and it being finals time. I will finish up writing final papers on Wednesday (December 21st), so activity will resume as normal after that! Once I am free, I will post a starter call and some memes to get things rolling on this blog again, as well as reply to threads of course. 

I’m so sorry for my absence and for the delay in responding to threads, but thank you so much for being patient.

And thank you so much for those that reblogged my promo, I am so honoured! I cannot wait to write with all of you when I’m free from finals! ❤

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thxmbsized:

“Many jobs have called for it,  do you take issue with that?” The redhead asked as she walked to the smith, letting him look over her sword before giving him half his asking price up front.

“No, of course not Lina. I-I understand you must do whatever is required. I just want you to be careful, that’s all,” Daegal confessed honestly as she watched her make the exchange. “Also, I want you to know I’m here to help take care of your wounds whenever you need it. I’ve been working on refining my physician skills.”

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oh, please.

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smclbutmighty:

Fen straightened a bit when she saw the expression on his face, ready to say that she didn’t want or need pity, when she realized that wasn’t what it was.  It looked more like compassion and sympathy, two things the teenager was surprised she could even recognize given her lack of experience in those areas.  Still, she didn’t answer his initial question quite yet. 

“ Are you alone now ? ”

The small smile did not waver from Daegal’s face as he looked upon the young woman. He wanted her to know that his offer was genuine and it contained no ulterior motives. They were kindred spirits as far as he was concerned and, so, he wanted to help her.

He paused a moment before answering as he thought over what he wanted to say in response to her question. He settled on the pure honest truth, “y-yeah, I’m alone now. Very much alone.”

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druiidboy:

Mordred looked around faster than he was before, and then he tensed. He grabbed the hand of the other’s hand. He looked up at Daegal. He took a breath, and something moved in the distance. Then it came into the light. Mordred wasn’t sure of what it was, but he put his hand out— in hopes he would be able to stop it.

Daegal was surprised when he felt the boy suddenly grab his hand. He did not know why, but he hadn’t expected the boy to ever touch him. He remained still for the most part, other than tilting his head as he peered into the distance as well trying to catch sight of whatever was out there. His hazel eyes flicked to Mordred watching him curiously as he wondered what the boy was attempting to do.

At this very moment, the outcast felt his own innate magic resonate with this boy’s own magic and a chill ran through his body. He hadn’t experienced that sensation since he was a child. It reminded him of his mother. Either way, he already felt an indescribable connection with this mysterious boy.

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apurekindness:

Her cheeks blushed faintly at his compliment, and she shrugged modestly. “My mother used to be a Healer at  St Mungo’s,she taught me a few easy spells.” She was underestimating her abilities again - healing spells were some of the hardest to do, and few Hogwarts students knew how to do them. They did come in very useful, though! 

“Oh! Of course, I would love to help you. I’m sure we can practice in an empty classroom, or even in the Hufflepuff common room,” she loved to help people, and she found that teaching others was a wonderful way to revise her own skills too. 

“Oh, that makes a lot of sense then because I have never seen someone be able to heal like that. N-Not that I have seen a lot of healing magic but...” His voice faded as he felt his nerves set in. He was undoubtedly making a fool of himself instead of actually becoming friends with this Hufflepuff... one that he accidentally burned. 

A faint smile claimed his lips. He doubted that he actually deserved her help after hurting her, but he was not foolish to turn it down either. He needed all the help he could get! “Thank you so much, I don’t know how I will ever be able to pay you back for your kindness... but I will figure out  something.” 

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batteredoptimist:

“It’s good to see you, too!” A bright smile took over rosy cheeks and James adjusted the Apothecary on his back cheerily. Moving to the side out of the flow of people, he stood just near a stand of plump, healthy looking vegetables and took stock of his friend’s personal situation as he spoke in excitement, “I haven’t seen you in ages! How have you been?”

Even as he asked the question, some aspects of the other’s wellbeing were already clear. Daegal’s clothing was worn and his frame thin. James himself was very small, but it was a natural shape that fit him well. Daegal’s situation was one of malnourishment and neglect. Some worry entered the small healer’s expression at the realization.

Daegal’s own cheeks flushed in embarrassment and shame that James had to witness him in such a dismal state, but deep down he was so happy to see a friendly face amongst a sea of strangers. His hand scrambled to hide the fruit within his worn cloak so his hands could be free, and so that he could appear to be slightly less suspicious to the people around them. 

A genuine smile finally started to claim his mouth. James’s genuine happiness and kindness was so refreshing!

His friend looked so vibrant and healthy, Daegal was happy to know that James was doing so well after all these years. Knowing this was enough to lift Daegal’s spirits. “I-I’m alright, hanging in there, you know? Some things happened, but I have no complaints. How have you been James? You look amazing.”

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avalonscrown:

@recidiivist​ , @avalonslight​, @swordbearingmaiden​ , @ingeborgeysteinnsdottir​ are following Avalon’s crown

“ You all right, there?” She asked the figure that stumbled and fell. She then lend a hand, “It’s all right, I won’t hurt you- honest!” ( She wanted to be kind to the person; after all- that’s how you gain friends. )

Eyes widen and his head lifts up so he could look at the young woman. He did not think that anyone else had been around to see him fall. His hazel eyes examined her for a moment, “I-I am fine, thank you for asking. I have done much worse in my life.” He offered a little smile then when she offered her hand. He grasped it with his own calloused hand and stood up, “thank you for your kindness...” 

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when i love i love till the end i love even when it hurts i love even when i know that person doesn’t love me back i love unconditionally and that’s not a good thing because too much love equals more hurt

unconditionalloss  (via wnq-writers)

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druiidboy:

Mordred smiled, but he shook his head, “No need to bow your head to me— I am no nobleman.” He sheathed his sword and began to walk motioning for Daegal to follow him to the armory. “Come, you seemed to want to talk, and the training field is hardly a place for such. You can tell me what it it is like to work for a king. Merlin, King Arthur’s manservant I believe is not open to revealing too much, but I and the other knights can see their friendship quite plainly.”

Mordred’s humble nature and graciousness were so refreshing that the manservant found himself smiling in response. He was happy he had been correct that Mordred was different; the knight was just so refreshing to be around already. He bowed his head in gratefulness and followed beside the other male with a silent flowing pace that befit a king’s servant. “I do hope I’m not foisting my unwanted company at you, I’m not... used to customs anywhere other than Essetir, so am not sure if there was any protocol,” he drew in a deep breath to steady his breath. “I’m sure that serving King Cenred is different than serving King Arthur, but I will tell you whatever you wish to know,” another smile then, “I am happy to hear that King Arthur is friends with his manservant.”

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lakeknight:

        “Aye, it’s alright. You’ll have to ride behind me if we’re to make quick time – Erin can bear us back to Joyous Guard in little more than an hour, if we hurry, and then we can see about getting you dry.” Back he went to the side of his horse, pulling himself up into the saddle with practiced ease; there was good reason that men thought him graceful as a centaur. With care, he guided his steed beside the boy, a hand outstretched to help him up. “I must warn you, however, Erin is no palfrey. He is the fiercest steed in all of Britain, spirited and proud. If ever you fear for your safety, tell me.”

          He himself was not afraid, though his riding partner was a self-professed criminal. Wary, perhaps, and cautious, but not afraid. The lad seemed far too timid to try anything – and, in any case, he still had not a clue what the boy’s crime had been. There would be time enough to find out when they were safe and in the warmth; for now, he would simply assume the youth to mean no harm. Perhaps he had an eye for the horse – but if he tried to steal the beast, he would meet with the knight’s blade.

        “Ah, but we haven’t properly met, have we?” he continued. “I was knighted as Lancelot of the Lake, Companion of the High King Arthur, his captain of horse, and Champion of the High Queen.” A mouthful, aye, but that was who he was, no more and no less. “And what of you, lad?” he said. “What are you called?”

Despite the assurances, he still found himself hesitating to climb upon the horse. Even when the knight outstretched a hand towards him, it took a few seconds for Daegal to reach out a trembling hand towards Lancelot and grasp it. A little gasp escaped his lips when he felt how strong the knight was when he was hoisted upon the horse behind him. He swallowed stiffly as he entwined his arms around Lancelot’s waist; his grip was tight enough to be secure, but loose enough so there was still a little distance between their bodies. “I-I will keep your warning in mind Ser Knight, and I will be sure to let you know,” was his murmured reply. In truth, he loved animals so deeply so he was just happy to be close to one again.

A little sigh then as he settled down upon the horse, trying his best to relax and settle in for the journey. His exhaustion was starting to truly set in, so his eyelids grew heavy, and his mind became cloudy. The young man was finally experiencing the full extent of his weakened body.

Daegal’s eyes fluttered open upon hearing Lancelot speak. His body grew colder as fear was cast over him. This man was not simply any knight, but a knight of the Round Table and champion to both the king and the queen.  He felt sick with fear. 

All he could do was stutter out a reply, “p-pleasure is all mine sirrah. I am just known as Daegal. I have no title or family name to speak of.”

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neckerchiefsandmagic:

RANDOM STARTER             ↪ @recidiivist ♥

                    “I didn’t— I should be offended you think so little of me!” 

“Well, your winning streak is impressive... one might say it has defied all odds,” a hidden smile claimed his lips, “but don’t stop Merlin, I like watching you.” 

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sxrieux:

hogwarts au ;; @recidiivist they’re in the line to be sorted. enjolras is well aware of the expectations riding high in so many minds here, so many of his classmates excitedly whispering about how their great- -grandma was in ravenclaw or how they’re bound to get into hufflepuff, but he can’t find it in himself to care either way. if he’s honest, he finds the whole idea a bit silly. for an eleven-year-old, he’s rather stoic about the whole thing. there’s another student just beside him - and a sudden movement in the crowd pushes enjolras forward, accidentally jostling the other first-year. ” — sorry. “

Oh, how his heart was pounding. Standing in line to be sorted, the scrawny brunette haired boy had to be one of the few children waiting to be sorted that wasn’t talking. Emotions choked out anything resembling a hint of a sound from leaving his lips. He was excited of course, it would impossible not to feel excited at the prospect of learning magic; but he was also very, very, terrified by being surrounded by strangers that would undoubtedly judge his every movement when he got onto that  stage and had the sorting hat placed upon his head. The chattering around him were just nonsensical sounds to his terrified ears. He just stood there trembling ever so slightly.

Needless to say, he was hardly prepared when a body suddenly knocked into his own  causing him to stumble a little before he  regained his balance. Hazel eyes meekly shifted to the other boy that had apologised to him, “i-it’s alright, no harm done. Um, are you ok?”

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kingcenred:

The walk to his chambers was silent, as Cenred considered exactly how he wished for this new relationship to go: he knew that the two of them would be spending more time with each other than anyone else, and he did not want to constantly merely be ‘King’. He was more than just his title. 

The guards at his chambers bowed and opened the door for them, and Cenred moved over to his desk. “Sit,” he nodded to the chair opposite him, and he once again eyed his new servant with a contemplating air. 

“You will soon learn that I am not traditional royalty,” he began to explain. “When we are together, I do not believe it is necessary for you to continually address me as ‘sire’ or ‘your Majesty’; my name is perfectly acceptable. You will not only be my manservant, but I hope you will also be willing to provide me with objective advice, that is not clouded by your desire to impress me. My advisors, unfortunately, tend to see their career as more important than offering genuine advice - they do nothing but agree with me. I assume you will not that mistake: I will value your honesty, when I ask you a question.”

He paused for a moment, to see whether Daegal was keeping up, before continuing once again. 

“Of course, there is a difference between being honest and rude. I trust you know the difference,” he commented, one eyebrow curving upwards. His expression softened, however, as he finally spoke his mind. 

“I would like you to eventually view me as a friend.” 

Daegal’s heart was absolutely pounding. He had no idea what the king was going to say to him when they were in private. Cenred could say literally anything to him, and it was precisely this that had his newest manservant so on edge. Outwardly, the young man remained the perfect example of a demure servant as he followed close behind his king. 

His bright hazel eyes took one glance at the guards for any clue for what may be unfolding, but they betrayed nothing too him. He stepped through the threshold of Cenred’s office feeling a chill roll down his spine when the doors were closed behind them. There was no going back now.

With a bow of his head, Daegal walked quietly and quickly to the seat that Cenred had motioned to and he sat down upon it. His posture was straight and perfect, there would be no slouching or any hint of complacency from him. Cenred had his full attention.

The manservant hung onto Cenred’s every word as he memorised the words and carved them into his very core. He would not forget his king’s deepest wishes and desires, which shocked him to say the very least! Cenred truly was not a typical royal, a possibility that his training never truly touched upon. 

“Yes your majes-" Daegal began to say, but his eyes widened before he corrected himself, “yes Cenred. I understand perfectly. You may rely on me entirely for honest counsel... though I will admit that politics are not my strong suit, I like to think I have an useful insight into people, and magic of course. I do know the difference, I would never dream of being rude to you.”

Daegal’s own expression displayed subtle hints of confusion when he saw Cenred’s expression soften. He did lose his last bit of control over his expression when the last of the king’s request hit his ears: eyes widened, eyebrows raised, lips parted, and his head tilted. It a while for him to fully realise how degraded his proper appearance became, as a few minutes passed until he cleared his throat and resumed his proper demure appearance. 

It was very possible for the king to become his friend; Cenred would be his very first friend if all went well, how unique was that?

“If that is what you hope, then I hope for the very same Cenred.”