ooc: This is now a side blog which is still getting set up please bare with me, it has new rules and information that I am still trying to figure out, I’m really confused at present.
what is the most noticeable thing of my writing style?
d;lfs;ldgk;sldkf what no. it is so not perfect. and what are you talking about ma’am~ you write beautifully! you don’t need me to teach you anything!
;w; thank you my love! holy crap, seriously thank you!!!
"Are you really saying you can’t function without clean socks?
"Alright, fine— it’s my job. But I swear there weren’t this many socks yesterday. What do you even do to go through so many s— you know what? Never mind. I actually don’t think I want to know.” He took a moment to take an exaggerated whiff, hands on his hips. “…I don’t smell a thing. You sure that smell isn’t just you?
I’d say you’re welcome but it would probably sound as forced as your gratitude… sire.”
"As a matter of fact, yes!”
"Maybe you can live in filthy conditions—yes I remember your bedroom and your lack of ability to use cupboards—however I cannot!” The implication regarding the socks nearly made Arthur splutter, a wide eyed stared shot in Merlin’s direction. “—you’ve the filthiest mind, Merlin! I sweat easily! I train a lot and travel! My socks will become dirty often because of that!” A little defensive? A lot defensive? Probably the latter. “And I’ve had a bath, thank you—unless you did something wrong with my wash today.
I am going to shove your face into these pile of socks I swear to God.”
"The pile with the— oh. Whoops. Right, sorry. I thought that pile was a gift for you… left by your laziness. It, uh— I thought it’d be rude to sort through it? …No? Well, maybe if you hadn’t already loaded me up with so many chores— And I’d really hope you’d know if your socks were dirty or not before you put them on, sire. I can’t do everything for you, you know.”
“My laziness, or yours? After all, this is your job, making certain that I am in the best possible condition each day and night. Surely allowing a pile of filthy socks can cause me great discomfort, which can create an impact on my own ability to function, Merlin. So if you would please, remove the scent from my presence and have them ready for me to happily put them on the next day. As for the ones on my feet, they’re in a good state—shockingly enough. I suppose I could express my gratitude for those.”
what is most noticeable about my writing style?
EXCUSE YOU, YOU ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE FLOODING ME WITH SUCH LOVE YOU MAKE ME BLUSH AND THEN I STAMMER AND THEN I NEVER KNOW WHAT TO SAY OTHER THAN THANK YOU AND AHSHDFS:lgd;hsdhdhAD:LGKHD:FL
….;A; ily jules tysfm.
"Speaking of washing royal socks, Merlin…."
"What, are the ones you’re wearing dirty already? You know, most people actually wear their socks for a full day before soiling them. You should try it some time.”
“Please Merlin, don’t flatter yourself. I’m speaking of the pile you’ve neglected to wash this morning. You’re starting to slack, I’m afraid. So I wouldn’t be surprised if the ones on my feet are dirty as well.”
[ /hiding in drafts, waves beneath the ton of them, might be waving for help