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Send a 🎧 and I will put my music on shuffle, then write a starter based on a lyric from the first song that plays
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[ PROTECT ] - Charlemagne the Devourer and Hisirdoux Casperan
Hug Asks II Accepting II PROTECT - sender wraps receiver in a hug in order to protect them from a potential or present danger
Hisirdoux hadn’t even seen the tree until it was far, far too near to avoid it completely. Had he had a mind beyond the initial panic and blood-freezing fear that accompanies the knowledge that one is about to be harmed substantially, he likely could have moved enough to minimize the damage he was about to take.
But he didn’t have that mind; rather he had the singular, petrifying thought that he was about to be crushed. And he was too frozen to stop it.
Later, when the great oak was on the ground, and he was left unharmed, he would realize belatedly that he could have used magic-- any magic, any spell, any runes at all, so long as he was fast enough to string the right combination of threads together-- to move the tree, stop it, even destroy it. He could have moved himself, shielded himself, protected himself.
But he did none of those things, and the tree fell, screaming an ear-shattering creak into the howling storm winds that swept the forest, nearly bowling it over entirely.
As he dropped to one knee, he squeezed his eyes shut and huddled, making himself small, throwing his arms over his neck and head, acting on a vain instinct to protect himself in any way that he could, even if it was futile.
Since his eyes were closed, he didn’t see, at first, who would come to save him.
But when the impact of... something hitting the ground shook him out of his crouch, sending him sprawling to the cold, wet dirt, he was startled to find that the most pain he felt was simply that of his jaw slapping the sopping leaves. He pushed himself up onto his hands, eyes now open and wide, and looked over his shoulder, surprised to see that not only was the tree not near him anymore, but the rain was not drenching him, either.
His mouth fell open.
The great and powerful dragon that he’d met only once before, who had been kind and careful, and had not brought him harm-- who had offered him tea, and showed him nothing but gentleness-- had appeared over him at a speed Hisirdoux couldn’t fathom for someone so large.
And he had saved him.
Hisirdoux gasped, rolling over to lean on his elbows-- and it was then that he noticed the curl of the dragon’s arms on either side of him. So, so close to him, they may as well have been holding him in an embrace. The dragon’s scaly chest was within an arm’s reach to Hisirdoux with the way he loomed protectively over top of him... and the scales were warm against his palm.
Hisirdoux felt relief flood him, then, replacing the adrenaline and pure terror that had previously been pounding through his veins, and in a flash, he stood to press himself against the dragon’s chest and underbelly-- wherever he could reach on his tiptoes, with his arms spread as wide as they could go, in an attempt to return the hug. He was tiny to the enormous creature, but he was warm, and he had saved him, and Hisirdoux was shaking, and the hug felt reassuring.
“Thank you...” He whispered against the dragon’s skin, eyes slipping shut again, as he tried not to allow tears to well. “Thank you, thank you, thank you...”
#// sorry this took so long sljkdf but#// i really wanted to do this justice#// this is a sweet little idea!#// thank you for this ask!#ask#walking-pun-factory
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Rogue AU
Warning: Contains Wizards Spoilers
Tag: i (uh) must go on standing. you can’t break that which isn’t yours: rogue au
Basic Idea:
Hisirdoux has found out that the day that Merlin finally says he is proud of him, is also a day of tragedy. He wants to find out why, and, more importantly: how to prevent it.
Other Important Posts for Context:
Moppet’s Reaction to the Above Linked Post
The First Hints of Rogue!Moppet
Moppet Apologizes to Future Doux
A Poem Which I May Use As Inspiration or Reference (due to it being referenced in the song which inspired the tag)
Bulleted List of Fixed Events:
Wizards has already happened (it has to predicate the conversation that Future Doux and Moppet had, which spurred Moppet into action)
He’s been mulling over what he’s been told for a few days, when he and Merlin are working on something together in the workshop
Merlin is in profile to him, speaking about something, when Moppet just… stares at him, and realizes that whatever does happen between himself and Merlin in the future… he’s going to stop it.
It should be noted that at this point in the timeline, he believes The Event, he’s calling it, to be a severe falling out between himself and Merlin; one that perhaps seems unfixable
Well, he’s going to fix it. He’s going to figure out what really happened, and fix it
He sneaks out that night, leaving no note, and no potential leads as to where he went. He took Archie, some of Merlin’s spellbooks, a week’s worth of rations from the kitchens, a dagger from the knights’ armory, and vanished
Where he goes from here is where certain deviations in the AU could occur, based on who threads this with me, however one more fixed point is:
He gets someone to teach him a spell for seeing the future (or he does it himself) and he does indeed find out that Merlin is killed
Potential Plot Points (in no particular order):
When, in the timeline, he finds out that Merlin dies varies; there are two options
One, he finds out anywhere from one to three centuries in advance
Two, he finds out… a week in advance
Then, each of these options has two more options: He succeeds, or he fails
He goes to the Order, or another powerful magic-user way at any point during this timeline, for help
OR he learns things on his own, but it takes much, much longer
His future self perhaps tries to stop him?
He gains future sight as a permanent feature of his meddling with that kind of magic without being ready to (this is more of a curse than a good thing)
He turns full villain because of the above idea, and believes that he can fix everything bad that’s ever happened, as soon as he figures out how to time travel
Instead of future-sight, he finds out what happens by accidentally time travelling to the day; he then has to reverse time for himself again, and stop it; creating a huge paradox in the timeline
(Actually, I feel like no matter which way this AU goes, he’s going to cause time trouble, so either way: lots and lots of time paradoxes)
Merlin, upon waking up in the 21st century, discovers some weird time things; not yet enough to change the timeline, but certainly looking like it could head in that direction (does he suspect his own apprentice? does he believe that apprentice dead?)
(oh god a Bucky-gets-his-mask-ripped-off moment but its modern Merlin and this Douxie) (because I think that if this Douxie notices Merlin coming, he’s immediately throwing on a scarf and his hood to hide his face)
(which, his outfit will depend on the time period he’s in, but in the modern day, I don’t think he dyes his hair, or takes the liberties with his fashion; it’s all practicality and tactical, for ease of movement and blending into shadow; no fun or creativity) (he knows that what he’s doing could get him in trouble with a lot of people, so he’s specifically ready at any point to completely disappear)
More will be added as I think of it, or as new questions or ideas come up!
#// guess who remembered this au exists#// gonna rb this here bc it might be fun to revive this one lol#i (uh) must go on standing. you can't break that which isn't yours
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Lost ask: moth, dagger, blood, and statue from this meme II Accepting II Anon
Moth- What do you find attractive in a person?
“Um... Confidence, I think? To be honest, I’m not really sure. Maybe that they don’t ignore me? It’s difficult to say... attraction is odd.”
Dagger- Tell one secret you have.
“I... I have a certain knight I cheer for... sometimes... He doesn’t know I do it, and honestly, I don’t even think he knows I exist. That’s... probably a good thing, though.” He laughs sheepishly.
Blood- What is the worst injury you’ve gotten?
“The one on my left hand, which scarred over. It’s certainly the worst, I’d say, since it left a... lasting impression.”
Statue- Who is your favorite artist?
“Taliesin! Only the greatest bard who ever lived!” His eyes turned wistful, as he sighed softly. “What I wouldn’t give to have met him somehow...”
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( * & . — BILLIE EILISH LYRICS .
‘ don’t you know i’m no good for you ? ’
‘ nothing ever stops you leaving . ’
‘ i could lie , say i like it like that . ’
‘ don’t you know too much already ? ’
‘ i’ll only hurt you if you let me . ’
‘ call me friend , but keep me closer . ’
‘ nothing is better sometimes . ’
‘ let me let you go . ’
‘ i just wish you could feel what you say . ’
‘ i know you too well . ’
‘ if ‘ i love you ’ was a promise , would you break it if you’re honest ? ’
‘ i don’t wanna be you anymore . ’
‘ losing feeling is getting old . ’
‘ only you know the way that i break . ’
‘ if we were meant to be , we would’ve been by now . ’
‘ all i see is him right now . ’
‘ go ahead and watch my heart burn with the fire that you started in me , but i’ll never let you back to put it out . ’
‘ your love feels so fake . ’
‘ if i could get to sleep , i would have slept by now . ’
‘ when you call my name , do you think i’ll come running ? ’
‘ so good at giving me nothing . ’
‘ when you close your eyes , do you picture me ? ’
‘ you should see me in a crown . ’
‘ your silence is my favorite sound . ’
‘ i like the way they all scream . ’
‘ i think you’re pretty . ’
‘ i’m not your baby . ’
‘ where’s my mind ? ’
‘ what an expensive fate . ’
‘ my v is for vendetta . ’
‘ thought that i’d feel better , but now i got a bellyache . ’
‘ i wear my noose like a necklace . ’
‘ i wanna make ‘em scared . ’
‘ don’t be cautious , don’t be kind . ’
‘ i don’t belong to anyone . ’
‘ by the way , you’ve been uninvited . ’
‘ why so sad , bunny ? ’
‘ call me calloused , call me cold . ’
‘ you better love me . ’
‘ i would hate to see you go . ’
‘ i hate to be the one that told you so . ’
‘ you just crossed the line , you’ve run out of time . ’
‘ sorry , sorry , i’m sorry , sorry … sike . ’
‘ wake up and smell the coffee . ’
‘ is your cup half full or empty ? ’
‘ i love it when you’re awfully quiet . ’
‘ you don’t have to keep it quiet . ’
‘ i know it makes you nervous , but i promise you it’s worth it . ’
‘ i promise you it’s worth it to show ‘em everything you kept inside . ’
‘ too shy to say , but i hope you stay . ’
#// i know these are for sending to moppet but i also imagined moppet saying 'i don't wanna be you anymore' at his older self and#// ow#// anyway feel free to hit moppet with some of these for some inbox answers#ask meme#// rb from source if not sending thank you!!!! ♥️♥️♥️
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are there any fears you have from learning magic? as someone without any knowledge of the subject, it seems...wonderful, but also a bit frightening!
Answering Old Asks II Accepting New Ones, As Well
Hisirdoux frowns, something small and thoughtful. “There is one fear I have, but... with a teacher like Merlin,” he forces a hopeful smile, one that doesn’t quite reach his eyes, “I don’t think I have anything to worry about. It’s just a trivial matter, really. Not even worth mentioning...”
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[nose?]
Parts of the Body Meme II Accepting
Nose:
What's your favorite smell?
“Oh! I rather like the smell of oranges-- fresh ones, rare as they are to come by.”
Least favorite?
“Easy! Slorr milk.”
What scent do you find comforting?
“Lavender, though I’m not entirely sure why...”
Is there an outdoorsy smell that appeals to you? (beaches, pine trees, sand, ect.)
“The smell of the evergreens in the forest is quite nice, and certainly a welcome change to mud.” He grins. “The smell of rain is enjoyable, as well.”
Boop? Y/N
“I’d prefer others didn’t, especially if I don’t know them very well...”
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➶ and ☿ for Douxie :) (from skraelofthenorthwind)
Opinion Asks II Accepting II @skraelofthenorthwind
➶ : Opinion on killing
“Everyone deserves a chance to live if it can be helped! Merlin says it can’t always be, but he never said that I couldn’t disagree with him!”
His brow furrows. “Er, well... he did...” He gives a nervous laugh. “But he doesn’t have to know that I don’t agree!”
☿: Opinion on gender
“Um... what d’you mean by that? Isn’t it just... a thing about us? That happens to be there? What more is there to say?”
#// moppet just you wait lol#// on both of those questions ha#// but especially the second one#// ur tiny lil head is gonna implode#ask#skraelofthenorthwind
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80 Days of Douxie: A Countdown to ‘Rise of the Titans’ ⇝ [Day 14]
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Totes not gonna break the space time continuum by giving his younger self birthday fruit when he knows it'll be found before it gets nabbed or goes weird. Nope someone else put it there. Obviously.
The boy gives a soft gasp when he notes the fruit, surprised by such a luxurious gift. He has no clue who could have left it, but he appreciates it nonetheless.
Hiding it away in his chambers, he smiles about his birthday for the first time this year.
"Thank you." He whispers, even if the gift giver cannot hear him. "Thank you so much."
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Considering the previous day’s significance, the boy is keeping a low profile, especially as he’d sequestered himself for the actual event. Perhaps he should have been more excited to be another year older, but these days, it feels a touch fraught. To be one year older means that he is one year closer to things he doesn’t entirely understand, but suspects cannot be easy, given his elder self’s general disposition. Every year that passes has begun to feel increasingly ominous.
Stretching his arms over his head as he walks toward Merlin’s workshop, he sighs to a trotting Archie, “Back to the normal routine, hm? I hope...”
#dash comm#open rp ig?#this is more just an acknowledgement that his birthday happened lol#alas i had to work all day yesterday
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‘ are you an orphan ? it’s just that they’re always finding themselves in magical predicaments. ’ // moppet at the library? it's more likely than u think
Folklore Prompts II Accepting
Hisirdoux's heart quickened, from where he was currently standing amongst shelves he did not recognize. "Y'know, I was always taught not to answer such personal questions to strangers I’ve only just met..."
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‘ everything here is and isn’t, and things are and aren’t. ’
Folklore Prompts II Accepting
Douxie blinked, golden eyes wide and disconcerted. "And, um... where... where exactly is 'here'?"
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‘ aren’t dragons supposed to breathe fire and make a fuss about having their treasure found ? ’ (they know what dragons are like, but—it's been a while since they've been around one this long, this close.)
Folklore Prompts II Accepting
Douxie shoots them a confused look from where he's elbow deep in a soapy bathtub, holding a squirming cat-dragon in both hands. There are suds on his shoulder and in his hair and on his back somehow, and there's a wet mark on his face which just narrowly misses his eyes-- evidence of a pointed attack. He's trying to calculate just how to let go of Archie with one hand in order to reach for the cat shampoo to his left, when they ask their question, and he's left to try not to snicker at his already humiliated familiar.
"Ah, well... this one does like shiny things, and he does breathe fire sometimes, but he's also..." He dodges another splash of water. "Very stubborn!"
Douxie grins. "He likes to do things his own way."
#// gee douxie I wonder why you two get along so well#ask#flamekeeperbellroc#// does archie need cat baths? probably not#// does douxie insist? yes of course#// it's a bonding experience#// he claims#// later when they both have to dry off archie totally doesn't agree totally not he's not smiling pffft whaaaat#// the both of them falling asleep by the fire together to dry off and get warm? aaaa
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𝑺𝑪𝑬𝑵𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑶 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺.
↬ OF FAIRYTALES, FOLKLORE AND FAEKIND.
scenarios inspired by various settings, encounters & magic tucked between pages, fashioned by the author.
+ feel free to change pronouns / roles !
FAIRYTALES.
‘ let me guess, you thought a true love’s kiss would help you. ’
‘ you will always follow the trail in the wood, and it will guide you on the same path, to the same cottage, the same witch. it will always be your undoing. ’
‘ i have never seen a more tragic creature. how might i help you ? ’
‘ you must take this knife and plunge it into his / her / their heart. ’
‘ forget yourself. that is how you break your curse. ’
‘ remove this thorn from my hand, and you will be rewarded. ’
‘ i’m tired of being a prince. i think i would actually enjoy being a frog. ’
‘ tell me of the beast, and i will hunt it for you. ’
‘ mice are never just mice, and pumpkins are rarely just pumpkins. ’
‘ i don’t think breaking a spell should be this simple. ’
‘ i never thought i’d return here, to the site where it all began. ’
‘ are you an orphan ? it’s just that they’re always finding themselves in magical predicaments. ’
‘ the mirror speaks falsely in your ear. it is your true curse. ’
‘ my heart feels uneasy, although i am free. is it supposed to ? ’
‘ i’m sorry, it’s just that i thought this is the part of the quest where the animals ought to start talking to me. ’
‘ of course i plan on going to the ball. why wouldn’t i ? ’
‘ jealousy has made more witches out of women than adam’s rib. ’
‘ where has choosing goodheartedness and having golden hair ever gotten you ? ’
‘ are you a helpful wizard, or the kind that sits in a tower reading moldy books ? ’
‘ i’m dreadfully bored. who knew waiting for a prince was so strenuous ? ’
‘ we all have towers we must leave, and magic that will try to thwart us. ’
‘ i’m afraid for the clock to strike. the hour will ring in the place of my heartbeat when we must be parted. ’
‘ i had no idea carpets could fly. or pigs for that matter. ’
‘ what would happen if the knight did not arrive to the castle, and the dragon made a den of it and a hoard of its people and prize of its princess ? ’
‘ i sometimes think i was switched out at birth, like a lizard in a bird’s nest. i belong somewhere else. ’
‘ in another kingdom exists a throne and a crown that is mine by right. ’
‘ if i did not wake up one day, i would still be waiting on a spinning wheel, dutifully bored. ’
‘ something in me knows you are here for my heart. ’
FOLKLORE.
‘ in all the myths i’ve heard, it’s never been worthwhile to approach strange sights. it’s best to turn around and pretend you never saw them. ’
‘ nothing is folklore until it exists longer than consciousness remembers, and lives in spite of it. ’
‘ i’ve heard your name before, in songs and lengthy ballads. ’
‘ whatever has led you here to me, there is destiny in its making. ’
‘ the beast returns every century or so, and tries to devour us. it will come again before long. ’
‘ a pretty face is not nothing. it earns you a hearth and a kind hand, after all. ’
‘ their lips are red as blood, and their teeth carve ruin into throats. ’
‘ aren’t dragons supposed to breathe fire and make a fuss about having their treasure found ? ’
‘ someday you will become a pilgrim, a saint, or a favored story, while i will be a voice on the wind. ’
‘ the stories say brides don’t live to the light before demons devour them. why should i become one ? ’
‘ there was another girl like you once, in a small town like this one. i can’t remember if she became the monster or died trying to escape it. ’
‘ remember to festoon the hearth with garlic, or rosemary, or one of those mundane herbs that keep evil out. ’
‘ that sounds like nothing but a tall tale, but i’m certain smaller minds would eat it up. ’
‘ to cross this bridge, you’ll have to pay a heavy toll. ’
‘ don’t stray too far from the path set before you, or something interesting might happen. ’
‘ i’ve passed that yard of crops a million times, but the crow never moved from its post until this morning. ’
‘ it is as though ancient fears are still in us like scars or stitches. ’
‘ graveyards aren’t where you find ghosts. look for them in places that feel like memories you shouldn’t have. ’
‘ stories reap princes from peasants as if their skins were crops in the ground. ’
‘ what form does your fear take ? surely not that of a bear or a lion. such things are too assuring. ’
‘ i found myself where everything was too familiar to be real. ’
‘ in safe beds on cold dark nights, we learn to face the monsters in our own minds. ’
FAEKIND.
‘ you’re not to partake in a fairy feast. don’t you know it’s the food that will devour you ? ’
‘ i’m sorry you did not read the eyes of the trees before finding yourself here. ’
‘ i wish to go back. i want to forget everything. ’
‘ you think that believing in us is enough to protect you ? that it will kill us if you forget, and we prey upon your unknowing ? ’
‘ step around the ring three times, like a backwards clock. that’s how you get to fairyland. ’
‘ i’ve never heard such sweet music before. ’
‘ where the trees begin to twist and groan in their roots, remember you must not make a right turn. ’
‘ i didn’t feel like i’d stepped into another world, but like it stepped into me. i knew i was there and forgot i’d left anything behind. ’
‘ how amusing. a human ! ’
‘ would you be my bride if i were to take you into the ground ? ’
‘ i know of tunnels you might take, the burrows of trolls and rabbits. ’
‘ don’t take anything from this realm, none of it is worth the price of keeping. ’
‘ there are courts by many titles in the lands beyond the veil, all of them other. ’
‘ names are not like currency here; they are more precious than diamonds and legacies. ’
‘ did you think all of us looked like goblins ? ’
‘ getting here is easy, but getting home is quite the trick. ’
‘ i shall give you a riddle, and it will puzzle you until you know the answer but forget your own soul. ’
‘ a bloodline is nothing when you’ve outlived civilizations. ’
‘ refusing my hospitality is like human sin, and it will bring worse upon you. ’
‘ everything here is and isn’t, and things are and aren’t. ’
‘ on lonely nights i stare into the trees, and a strange face leers back. ’
‘ the thrones here are made of bones and blood, and built upon decay. ’
‘ a third time is not a charm, but a bargain. it says that you want something enough to wager your sense. ’
‘ it is dangerous to think that magical beings do not have human intensities. ’
#long post#maybe hit up moppet or guinevere?#i'm not feeling super great so it'll have to keep to like mostly dialogue and short short short responses if that's okay#but#i'd love to do some arthuriana fun lol#to try and cheer myself up haha#so!!#feel free to send!#specify muse pls! <3
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cont. II @skraelofthenorthwind
Hisirdoux does his best not to flinch at Skrael’s touch. This is the real one; it’s okay... This Skrael wouldn’t do a thing to hurt him...
Nevertheless, he allows himself to be guided in, and then takes back his hands, busying them with an Archie who flies up to be held. It’s a comforting feeling, having his familiar in his arms, and though he’d fretted a little about asking Archie to be present for the conversation, he’s immeasurably grateful that he’d agreed to stay, regardless of the outcome. He isn’t sure he could have done this without him.
Eyes boring into Skrael’s floor, Hisirdoux mumbles softly, all hesitation and guilt, and prays that his master does not immediately condemn him to his fate.
“What...” he swallows. “What would you say, Master, if I told you that I--... I had gotten involved with something I knew I shouldn’t have? It.... I thought it was-- ...I just wanted--”
His shoulders are a line. “I suppose I’d rather it be me than all of Camelot, but she-- it’s-- it’s getting bad, and--...”
He is making little sense, he knows, but his fright of Skrael’s reaction is overwhelming. It’s all too easy to picture the way he’d rebuff him, claim that it isn’t his problem. That it’s what he deserves, for being so foolish.
His eyes squeeze shut. “I can’t do it alone anymore... I’ve tried everything.”
#// moppet ilu and i know you're stressed but this is not at all an explanation of what's going on lmao#// sweetie you gotta use your words xD#skraelofthenorthwind#apprentice to a different master
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