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Upon the Winter Solstice A Moment Like Eternity,

Creeps.

Here at the tale's roots, I live A violin of vast longing A melody to awaken The Earth with its song.

The Way of the Sun (x)

--- It had been a miracle honestly. Centuries later and he had finally found him; Well technically it wasn’t him, if he hadn’t seen the cover for the ‘Top five richest family’ with Arthur’s face plastered on the cover alongside his father, he wouldn’t have even realized. 

Which was amazing considering Merlin always kept an eye out. He was always waiting for him to come back. It just wasn’t like this; “Well, once a royal, always a royal, right?” He couldn’t help but think to himself while staring at the magazine cover. It was really him. 

The only downside here? Well there was no way to get to him. The man had extremely tight security and body guards for everytime they went out. He’s lost count on how many times his guards have kicked him to the curb. Oh if only he could use his magic and toss them away, but that would probably scare Arthur so he always debated against it. 

It wasn’t until he saw his opening at a position that was opened. Sadly not for the company, but his house. They needed a maid; Merlin couldn’t help but wonder if this was Destiny’s sick way of a joke. He was Arthur’s servant in his past life, he refused to go through that again. 

Yet he was now mopping the kitchen floor of his mansion. Had he seen Arthur? No, the man had a strict schedule. How the hell was he supposed to see the man when he never had the time to just be home? Perhaps this was some twisted joke from the higher power himself, wasn’t it? “Yeah well, i’ll get the last laugh.” he mumbled at the ceiling, as if someone were truly listening to him right now. 

He had just finished mopping, reading to clean out the bucket filled with dirty water until he heard someone inside. Could it have been Arthur himself? In his rush to actually see who it was and hoped it wasn’t another bloody guard, Merlin lost balance when walking too fast on the now slippery floor. Not only did the bucket filled with dirty water splash onto the floor, but he found himself laying in it. 

He couldn’t use his magic to clean it up, not too fast anyway, which is why when he saw the familiar face he had been longing to see for so long, a smile played across his lips. “Arthur!” He spoke from the floor, before realizing he was on the floor. His smile instantly fell as he stood up -- trying his best to balance himself so as to not fall again. 

His shirt now a wet mess from the front; Yes, all this felt so familiar. Was it sad to say he actually felt right at home? Not that he’d say that aloud. “It’s you! Hi, it’s Merlin.” surely his face would have sent off a memory right? Now that he could see him? “Sorry, i’m just a fan, we met once.” he played it off in case no memory flashed before his eyes and it prevented him from looking like any more of a fool. 

— 𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙨

(𝙋𝙀𝙉)𝙉𝘼𝙈𝙀: Beebee

𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙉𝙊𝙐𝙉𝙎: her/she

𝙕𝙊𝘿𝙄𝘼𝘾: gemini

𝙎𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙇𝙀 / 𝙏𝘼𝙆𝙀𝙉: married 

— 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙨

𝙞. I was a teacher.

𝙞𝙞. I LOVE hamsters. My husband and I used to have a little army of them, but we are down to one at the moment.

𝙞𝙞𝙞. Fantasy is my favourite kind of fiction.

— 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚

I have been writing for about twenty odd years and I have an undergrad in English. I love fanfiction and rping, and some of the best friendships I have ever made have been formed through rp. I’ve written in a few different fandoms, most recently Marvel with my friend @universesgardener with her Black Order muses, and GOT. Writing has always been a good escape for me and, normally, you can either find me doing so, or reading. They have always been my two big hobbies, and I don’t see that ever changing :-)

— 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚

*Males

*Villains

*Children/babies/families

— 𝙨𝙪𝙗-𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚𝙨

*Angst

*Hurt/comfort

*Found family

*Fluff

*NSFW themes on occasion

— 𝙥𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙨 𝙫𝙨. 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙨

I don’t mind memes at all, but I do enjoy the involvement of plotting. I like to form good relationships with other muns and I think plotting is a good way of doing so as you can get to chatting (including about OOC stuff) and forward planning. It’s nice to see the pieces fall into the places another mun and I have set up.

𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙙 by: @arthur-rex

tagging: @bloodblxnd @thecassandradimitrescu @myersbprd

The other knights had gone on the Royal Hunts, leaving a scattered few back at the palace. Kylo had chose to stay behind, instead electing to keep the princess under a “watchful eye,” as King Uther had commanded. His decision to defect from Cenred’s kingdom was not an easy one, nor was it one made lightly. The threats against his own safety, and the safety of his parents, was something he could not stand. His more rebellious nature, however, pointed out that he had caused some threat to his parents with his initial training decision. 

The only trade was that he had to keep his abilities hidden in Camelot, a feat that was far from easy. It had the added benefit of keeping himself safe, so he did see that as a fair bargain. The only remaining friend he had in Cenred’s kingdom had given him a ring, one to ease in channeling and controlling the strength of his magic.

His burgeoning smile faded at her words, although the truth stung more than he wanted to admit. He feigned nonchalance as he shrugged, although it did cause him some irritation. As much as he disliked truths about himself, he knew they needed a voice.

@arthur-rex​:  “shh, it’s okay. it was just a dream”

      The darkness of the chamber stares back at her,  glass scattered all over the floor by the window. A vase. It must have been knocked over by the wind, they assumed blindly. A single gust of wind that opened the window. Except Morgana knows what it was – the fire, the vase, the first thing her nightmare-ridden mind managed to focus on. They can deny it for as long as they want, trying to sedate her with useless sleeping draughts. They can create mysterious winds and arsons out of thin air, but it won’t help – it won’t make her less terrified of herself, of the power boiling in her veins, of magic she never asked for.

       “No,” she whispers, fingers clutching desperately at the fabric of Arthur’s robe. They were never just dreams – terrible omens, premonitions of the dread to befall the ones Morgana loved, visions, but never dreams. “Gaius gave me another sleeping draught, but it didn’t help, it–” she tries to catch her breath, still ragged after the vision. “Arthur, please. Listen to me. Just once.” 

       And this she hates, too – the fear ringing in her voice like tears she isn’t going to shed. The sheer horror in her eyes as she tries to find some understanding in his – he must find her pathetic, mumbling nonsense like this, frightened by a thunderstorm and a bad dream. And she has seen him die, again and again, in the hands of different creatures or on the battlefield – so vivid and real, so torturous... 

Merlin knew what he had to do. He had known it for a long time now. From the moment Balinor had breathed his last--hell, maybe before that, even, maybe he had always known it, in the back of his mind, maybe he had always known he would have to face Kilgharrah again, he would have to look into the dragon’s great golden eyes and see the embers of the bridge he had burned nearly a year earlier.

Yes. Merlin had known what he had to do. From the second he had stepped out of the castle, into the thick smoke, with Arthur and the knights, he had known, and he had done it, hadn’t he, all of it. He had faced the dragon. He had commanded the dragon, even. 

And all right in front of Arthur.

And even as Kilgharrah soared up into the dark skies, with the heavy thump and high wind of his enormous wings, Merlin turned back to look at his prince, still sprawled on the grass. He didn’t know what to say--he didn’t know, really, if there even was anything left to say anymore. He had magic. He was a dragonlord. And Arthur was the Prince of Camelot. There was really only one way this could end. 

Still, that didn’t mean Merlin couldn’t try.

“I’m sorry, Arthur,” but the words wouldn’t come out louder than a shaky whisper. “I’m so sorry.”

BOLD : applies to you. ITALICS : only applies to you sometimes. STRIKETHROUGH : does not apply to you. elaborate on any points you’d like with an *

TYPES OF ROLEPLAY / HOW I DO THREADS: I don’t. I just do whatever is on my dash when I'm online. mainly asks. I do little short things mostly. I do my threads on discord. long - running threads that slowly build upon the muses.

PLOTTING PREFERENCES: wing it. get a general idea ooc, run with it and plot further if need be. long expansive thought out arcs

TYPES OF THREADS I DO / PREFER: one - liners only. whatever dash shenanigans I’m online for. para or multi - para. literal novels 

REPLY SPEED FOR THREADS AND CONSISTENCY KEEPING THREADS: I lose threads all the time and usually get back to them. I tend to lose threads but please tell me if I have and I’ll reply. I drop threads pretty quickly. I'm really slow but I will get back to you. I reply on a schedule / queue. I usually reply within a week. I reply every day. I reply almost instantly.

ROMANTIC OR SEXUAL SHIPS: I don’t do these ships. I'm not against them happening but it is not the main point of my blog. ships will have to be discussed a lot ooc. super chemistry based. I love doing ships, hmu I probably already ship it so just ask. I ship really quickly. autoship or ship within a few interactions. I mainly rp for the cute ship fluff or angsty smut.*

SMUT: I do not do smut at all. I'm very selective about it. I only do it on a separate blog / on discord. I mainly only do asks relating to nsfw headcanons on Sundays. I write it a medium amount. I write it all the time and love to. I am comfortable with foreplay and fade - to - blacks (for the comfort of my writing partner) but nothing further.*

*(For both shipping and smut: Ships can happen on this blog (Shireen having a boyfriend or girlfriend could be sweet), but not smut as Shireen is underage. Mun does do shipping and smut roleplay with adult muses, and you might see this on other blogs.)

ACTIVE HOURS: mornings, 8 – 10. midday, 11 – 1. afternoon, 2 – 5. evenings, 6 – 8. night, 9 – 12. ungodly hours of the day, 1 – onwards.*

*(Tends to be in the evenings for weekdays then at all hours over weekends/holidays.)

ACTIVITY SCHEDULE: super slow and sporadic, like once a month or so. slow and sporadic, week - long gaps between activity. bi - weekly ish. weekly activity. daily activity. I'm online nearly all the time. (on mobile)

STARTERS: I don’t do starter calls. I want to do starter calls but often don’t have time. I do selective calls. I don’t do calls but always feel free to ask me for one. I post calls rarely, regularly, often.

AUS: I don’t do aus. my blog is an au but outside of that I don’t do them. I sometimes do them but only with a lot of plotting. I have a couple of aus already, feel free to request them. I have aus coming out of my ears, please interact with them. I love making aus, hmu to plot if you think of one. there are some aus I won’t do.

CROSSOVERS: I don’t do crossovers. I'm selective with crossovers. I love crossovers.

I’m happy to rp with canon muses and OCs alike :-)

This Roleplay Guide is credited to @sparringett​​

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