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Hi, sorry for disappearing again. School will be over in four days and then I have AP exams and regents and finals week, but after all that I shall be on. It's just really stressful right now. I am also planning another character cause I miss playing a guy. I'm not sure what his bio will be but he I'm thinking either a noble man's son come to be a knight or maybe a noble man's son who is in Camelot to help with a treaty and gain some cultural experience. I know his FC will be Logan Lerman though. If you'd like to help me edit the blog since I'm still computer-less that'd be awesome. Feel free to message me here or on my personal blog the--wonderyears.

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Young and Beautiful - Lana Del Rey

The way you’d play for me at your show And all the ways I got to know your pretty face and electric soul

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Shelter- The XX

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Emily & Merlin || Training Is Good For You

Emily shifted from foot to foot, eyeing the other knights anxiously. Arthur was out on a patrol of the western villages and left Merlin in his wake to overlook the knights' training until he returned. This did not suit well with Emily. Though she wasn't the youngest, that position belonged to Mordred, she was the newest knight and undeniably female, something many of the other knights had yet to accept. They were paired off in duos for the day, and Emily felt a bit chafed. Without Mordred here, she was left awkwardly standing to the side. Irritation built up inside of her and with a low groan of annoyance, she went down a bit to grab one of the practice dummies, fully intending to beat the unholy shit out of it until training came to an end for the day. Perhaps she could imagine it as Leon, condescending as he is, or maybe Tristan or Owaine. Emily gripped her sword tightly and let loose, slashing and swinging at the dummy in frustration.

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awesome on We Heart It. http://weheartit.com/entry/47660190/via/Valkyrjan

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emma watson | Tumblr on @weheartit.com - http://whrt.it/11x8oHA

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Horseman’s Axe

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♛ what would the morrigan wear » in old irish mythology, the goddess of battle and strife takes the form of a crow, a wolf, an eel, and a cow. But in present days, the takes the form of pure couture and elegancy. A lot has been lost in translation, but not her tendency and love for conflict; countless sets or armors can be found on the walls as a display of bravery and power, though the warriors whose lives she takes are aware of her magnitude without even getting a glimpse of the diamonds that cover every inch of her skin that isn’t already taken by steel.

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Emily laughed softly, tilting her back to rest against Guinevere's shoulder, eyes remaining closed. "I see, well, I definitely won't be complaining when that time comes." The wind outside howled, rattling the stained glass windows of the bathing room, making it seem as if the mermaid on the glass was moving. Letting her eyes flutter open, another sigh fell from her lips. "Unlike some people," Emily gave Guinevere a pointed look as she stood, stepping out of the large bath. "I have to wake early to greet the party from Camelot."

Emily settled between her lover’s legs, back pressed up against her soft chest. Guinevere’s strong arms encased her and she had never felt more safe. Humming softly in agreement, her eyes fluttered shut, body relaxing, she left the water and Guinevere’s company drain her of stress. The steam in the air caused her hair to curl against her neck and face, and the smell of lavender filled the room pleasantly.

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Emily sighed softly, relaxing back into Guinevere. Her gentle humming lulling the Queen, and a smile pulled at the corners of her lips. “With winter coming will you be moving inside for training, love?”

Emily settled between her lover’s legs, back pressed up against her soft chest. Guinevere’s strong arms encased her and she had never felt more safe. Humming softly in agreement, her eyes fluttered shut, body relaxing, she left the water and Guinevere’s company drain her of stress. The steam in the air caused her hair to curl against her neck and face, and the smell of lavender filled the room pleasantly.

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❄ - A picture of my favorite book