#opusregina

[etfuturus]

opusregina replied to your post: “i will not come between them” i mean……… u could...

DONT JUST POST STUFF LIKE THAT HERE NAT I’M TOO FRAGILE

LISTEN I JUST SAY WHATS ON MY MIND

[druidtraitor-blog]

❛ surviving is not living. ❜

bird box prompts  ||  @opusregina

❝   I couldn’t agree more, your highness.  ❞  The druids, they would always be his people, but it was hardly a life for Mordred. Even as a young boy, he had thought the same. There were no thoughts of GRANDEUR but merely a hope to find somewhere that might give him PURPOSE.  ❝   You’re one of the few that knows my history of being a druid. I fell in with people of a far darker nature just trying to find a reason for my life. All of that running and hiding, none of it felt RIGHT. Here, I feel at home. And perhaps I can help my people be accepted from here so that I may one day return to them with the good news.  ❞

[servingliesarch]

starter call   ♡   @opusregina.

         ❛  You know, Gwen, I don’t know what I would have done without you,  ❜   he says in a light tone, though it’s clear that Merlin means it.  Perhaps he simply needs to tell her now, when it becomes more than clear how much it matters to him that they are friends as they are shoulder to shoulder, elbows deep in the laundry water, long hours after most of the castle is asleep.  Merlin needs her to know, so he nudges her shoulder gently, stealing a fond glance at her profile.   ❛  I mean it, you know   —   dead serious.  I would have surely not lasted as long as I have if it wasn’t for you.  ❜

[elesheir]

Dark loomed the skies and dreary the night, the puttering of the rain but a worn out cord. Upon the cobblestone roads, a baleful mist billowed. It chilled as winter frost and crept into the bones. Onto the earth had their ocean swelled, for this deluge, thundering as the waves, had plunged the village neath its drowning depths. Even among tavern-folk, a startled air reigned, and the embers of the hearth ominously flickered. It sputtered with a wind as this stranger lumbered past... His boots, worn with age, thudded hollow notes strange. "There is fear among them," remarked they upon seating, those settled nearby so wary of he. The maiden wading past surely knew what he’d meant. "Long have I felt it from before my coming."

@opusregina, a bleeding heart.

[theonceandfuture-blog1]

@opusregina liked for a starter.

     The deep, loud boom of a mastiff’s howls echoed around the room as Cavall took off, unbidden, towards the only other occupant of the room. 

     “Cavall!” Arthur barked after the dog, sounding much the same as the deep, low sound. He gave chase, reaching the dog by the scruff of the neck just in time. “Forgive me, my lady, Cavall is usually better behaved,” Arthur said, giving the dog in question a pointed look.

[kolhearted-archived]

better watch yourself

                      OUT. || I have no idea what you’re talking about. I am innocent.

[treesprung]

( @opusregina ) « s.c

                          OF ALL THE times she had visited before, never had there been so many PEOPLE. Emissaries from across the land had been invited, and Daphne, as the emissary for the woodlands, watched them all. There was a beautiful woman of exceptionally-small stature seated to her left at the dining table. Picking up a berry, Daphne smiled as she greeted her. “They’ve surely created quite the event, haven’t they?”

[pfvmkdr-blog]

          ❛   THE  SUN  tree,  your  majesty,  has  been  here  in  whitestone  since  the  very  beginning.  my  ancestors  long  ago  found  it  &  a  community  had  sprouted  from  its  roots  leading  us  to  this  flourishing  town  today.   ❜

sc:  @opusregina

[warhornofgondor]

“it’s not your job to protect me.”

“Your majesty is correct. It is a self-appointed duty. An alliance is not merely for trade, but for defense. I have heard the dangerous whisperings in the land as I traveled. No doubt your guards are trained and fine men. But, is it not wise to have another pair of eyes watching for the glint of an arrow, or the subtle reach of a dagger?”

Boromir stood tall against the queen’s admonishment. He would not apologize for his actions. It had been the right course of action to take. Even without an alliance he would have done so. Trouble and tragedy strikes decent people. Boromir had seen enough of its aftermath to want to defend others against it.

[swordmade]

IT  WASN’T  anything  that  he  could  put  to  words               it  wasn’t  anything  that  he  could  explain.  it  was  like  ...  a  heartbeat.  there  was  something  in  the  wind  that  nestled  in  the  depths  of  his  chest  &  kept  tugging  him  out  there.  he  liked  camelot,  he  liked  their  home  but               there  just  seemed  to  be  so  much  out  there.  more  &  more  his  gaze  would  linger  on  the  woods  that  surrounded  them.  it  felt  right  to  him.  there  was  just  something  about  being  out  there  that  made  him  feel  alive  in  a  way  he  had  never  felt  before.

there  were  problems  of  course.  elyan  adjusted  the  pack  slung  over  his  shoulder  &  gave  his  sister  an  apologetic  look.  he                he  had  to  do  this.  lips  twisted  &  he  reached  out  a  palm,  cradling  her  cheek  gently.   ❛   it’s  not  going  to  be  for  forever,  i  promise.  i’ll  come  back,  gwen.   ❜

sc:   @opusregina

[batspiked]

opusregina replied to your post: steve calls his dad a “grade-a asshole” and...

gwen voice: my son now

please..............

[etfuturus]

@opusregina 

he is not ungrateful. how could he be, when guinevere has given so much for him to return to life? when she’s offered all she is, for him to steal a few more years on this earth? it’s more than arthur deserves, to be sure, more than he’s earned by leaving her alone through his recklessness, through his family’s mistakes. he cannot be ungrateful; but the world around him seems... off. a little too heavy, a little too rough. a draftsman’s first attempt.  ( he has told no one of this; not merlin, certainly not guinevere. it’s hard to explain --- and, anyway, it hardly matters. he is breathing, his heart beats. what the world looks like should mean nothing to him. )  and, worse than the roughness of his world--- he still does not know what it is, exactly, guinevere offered in his place. herself, to be sure --- arthur knows enough of the old religion to know what the trade is, for a life. that guinevere still lives does not mean she hasn’t traded her life. 

his voice is nearly a whisper, low, as if the triple goddess herself were listening. perhaps she is.  ❝ guinevere------ what did you offer her? ❞

[cos-o-lyn]

guinevere ╱ character  edits — colours

yellow  &  red.  i  am  not  what  remained.  i  am  what  stayed  strong.

@opusregina​

[servingliesarch]

anyway, these caps continue to sum up merlin and gwen’s respective personalities quite well.

[calledstrength-a-blog]

          ❛   I’M  GLAD  for  caerleon’s  death.  the  king  was  no  good  one.  perhaps  the  lands  will  be  better  under  queen  annis’  rule.   ❜

sc:  @opusregina

[gentlefightcr]

@opusregina   /    guinevere.

          “   you’re a   LONG   way from   camelot ,   miss.   “