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❝ --- What? Have you absolutely lost your mind, Merlin? You think it isn’t stress enough keeping you a secret, much less keeping a secret from you?! ❞
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❝ Actually-- I thought it went 'leviosa'. ❞
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@magicincarnated From —> [ xox ]
"Well if not here then where? There's nothing wrong with here, Merlin, just... take it off, yeah?"
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“Hello? Is someone here?” The little girl’s voice echoed through the empty room as her gaze drifted over countless rows of books and strange things she had never seen before. Tilda knew it was rude to just barge into someone else’s home, but no one had replied to her knocking and time was running out. Now more than ever.
“Excuse me? I need some help!” Though people had told her the court physician was kind and welcoming she could not help feeling fear grip her heart.
#magicincarnated#I hope this works for you :) If not please let me know and I come up with something else :)#v: ;;of Camelot
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❝ you wield a great deal of magick. ❞
she could sense it about him, it was in the air ‘round him. blue eyes gazed at him, soft lips forming gentle words.
❝ such a rare thing for humans. ❞
#magicincarnated#▒▒▒ ✧ ❝ v. SCALES hidden beneath FLESH#{ i have never seen merlin pls forgive me if i get anything wrong }
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“Shan’t say nothing if you don’t say please.” (IDEK)
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“I don’t have time for this; take him to the dungeon,” Cenred muttered, leaning back against his throne and running a hand through his hair. “Perhaps hearing the screams of his friends will loosen his tongue a little.”
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magicincarnated answered:
[ text ]: You’re texting me.
[text] whats that got to do with my phone missing?????
[text] wait... oh.
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"They keep telling me that he is a good man," she responded, agreeing with the other, " But he refuses to see me and I must insist that he does." The Queen responded with a frustrated sigh. " Why is that?"
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“You’re...
------Still awake.”
#magicincarnated#starter call magicincarnated#me trying to make this blog active like........... i still don't know what i'm doing.#he was at training or smth and that's why he looks terrible.
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@magicincarnated From —> [ xox ]
"You heard me. Just pretend to be my boyfriend for five minutes—it'll be fine, I promise."
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Emrys and Wolfram
Since discovering her ability and regaining the memories of her past life, Gwen had taken to patrolling the streets in the evenings. Her patrols were regular, but if there was an emergency of some sort, she would not hesitate to put on her uniform–she never thought of it as a costume because she was not playing at being another person, nor did she truly hide her identity–and rush to help.
Tonight’s patrol had been rather quiet up to this point. Nothing unusual, and only a couple minor crimes that she put a quick stop to without hurting anyone. Though that in itself was unusual, what with the world seeming to have gone mad lately–like, in the past week or so. That things seemed to have quieted so suddenly felt like the calm before the storm. Something was going to happen, or something had happened, that was going to change everything. She just didn’t know how soon it would be.
Then she heard what sounded to her ears like the clashing of swords and other sounds indicative of a battle. No, wait, not swords. Something else. Like the crackle of lightning and the rumble of thunder despite it being a cloudless day, and...was that a dragon’s roar? Gwen picked up her pace, heading toward the ruckus. A battle. All magic users, it appeared. A good thing there were no innocents in the vicinity–most of the magic users didn’t appear to care whether their attacks hit their target or went wide. And their target? A single man at the center of the fray, unarmed but for a staff and the golden glow of his eyes. Gwen’s eyes went wide, and she froze for a moment, watching the man from her perch on the rooftop where she’d stopped. Was that...Merlin? Could it really be him?
Gwen’s surprise lasted only a moment as she caught sight of an enemy readying a fireball to throw. One the raven-haired sorcerer didn’t see. Reacting on instinct alone, Gwen leapt from the rooftop to land behind Merlin, facing the enemy magic user. Her skin became metal an instant before the fireball hit her chest, nullifying the attack.“Hello, Merlin,” she said telepathically, smirking. Without wasting a second, she drew her the sword that hung at her hip and began to fight alongside her friend.
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Closed || Susan & Merlin
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After everything she had been through, Susan had no desire to return to school. If she was honest with herself, there was only a small amount of desire to return to her normal way of socialization, but she would. That would be one of the easiest ways to immerse herself back into London. Besides, there was no way of knowing if or when she would ever be going back. It wouldn't be wise to dwell on it. Her reign was in the past now.
Making a detour on her way to the train, Susan made a point to stop by the newsstand. Not only did the war efforts interest her, but she felt as if she needed the reminder of what had been happening in London, in this time. Everything still felt so long ago. Picking up a paper, Susan became engrossed in the on-goings of the world. It was wonder they were even headed to school.
However, she was thinking so intently about what she was reading, that she didn't take the time to realize she was no longer the only costumer at the stand.
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13, 14, 15 for the voice thing!!
the thing
i can’t talk apparently this took three attempts and got more awkward with each one
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“Daisy!” he called out, she didn’t respond, and his worry only grew. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He screamed as he frantically continued to search for his little sister in the park. If some evil villain took her he was going to strangle every person at HQ. He prayed that wasn’t the case though.
He asked a man with dark, “Hey, you seen a little girl, ‘bout five, wavy blond hair, she was wearin’ a shirt with a bunch of Legos on it?” He was praying this guy had, praying.
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