#excalibur sapphire

[the-king-and-the-druidess]

The Queen and the Wizard • Mergwen • post S5 • mild M

She had a feeling he was coming. That morning a small sapphire butterfly, a butterfly that could not have been here in the dreary November, perched on the black bare branch outside her window.

His cloak was damp and heavy, overgrown with moss, smelling of salt, stained with stardust. The boat docked on the dark shore, and Merlin crawled out. He closed his eyes, tensed his shoulders, and shifted through space and time, to her.

Book fell out of her hands as a bearded man in dark tattered rags stepped in her room. Queen Guinevere gasped, and stood up, and rushed to him. "Merlin! You're back!"

"Gwen!" he smiled strangely, shakily.

They sat at the table, facing each other. Her dark curls had grown even longer, cascading loosely over her shoulders. White silk and chiffon, delicate ruffles, ribbons of her sheer nightgown, her delicate hands without rings or bracelets. She took a jug of honeyed wine and poured it out for them.

Merlin is no longer in rags, but he still doesn't look like the cheerful, confident young man she knew. His gaze is wild and dangerous, he is sinking his teeth into his bread with abandon. Once so youthful, he looks much older than she is with that stamp of wanderings and loss on his face.

"Where have you been for so long? It's been three years, Merlin."

"Many places. In the woods, at the bottom of the sea, in the White Mountains, beyond the Wall..." Merlin grinned, but the smile quickly faded. He emptied his goblet, and stared at her. "I failed, Gwen. I couldn't bring him back. I tried, but the prophecies' magic is too strong..." He told her how he had tried to resurrect Arthur, to sneak into Avalon, to find another prophecy, to sacrifice a dragon, himself, to do anything. He talked, and talked, of strange people and places, of dark magic, of lonely caves, of madness. Of him. Always of him.

"Stop, Merlin." Guinevere cut off. Merlin obeyed with surprise. "Enough of him. Enough. He's dead. I don't want this anymore. I want to hear about you. I want you to know how I've been all this time. How we'll be from now on."

We...Merlin, perhaps for the first time, saw in Guinevere not just a pretty girl he had liked at the beginning of his journey, not a good friend, not a beautiful lady and wife of his King, but a Queen whose destiny was no lighter on her shoulders than his own. How could he leave her alone to deal with the Saxons, with the dark legacy of Morgana and Mordred, with a kingdom crumbling in her fingers? He had been chasing shadows, nearly driven himself mad while Guinevere was standing alone against the storm.

"I'm sorry..." Merlin stood up, with shame and pain in his heart, and his legs wanted to carry him away again, to run away, to search for something he knew he would never find again, but Guinevere stopped him.

"Stop." She stood beside him, the fireplace flames illuminating her from behind with molten gold. "Merlin, stay." She wrapped her arms around him, pressing her whole body against him.

"I'm sorry." that's all he could say. Embracing her back, that's all he could do.

Guinevere pulled away, but only to charm him with a long kiss on the lips; and then she untied the ribbons of her nightgown, exposing her breasts and the seducing curve of her waist. "Merlin. You're back." Never before had she wanted anyone like she wanted him now.

"Gwen." He buried his face in her hair while his hands ravished her neck, her breasts, her hips. He's home. He's alive. She's alive.

King Arthur, Sir Lancelot, Morgana the Witch, Mordred the Traitor, Excalibur and the Grail, Albion itself, all were dead. But just as at the beginning, so at the end, Merlin and Guinevere persist.

[cxdemistake]

—Time slips away!

Burn out, don’t fade!

Dance on my grave!

I will never be them!—

Indie multimuse, multifandom blog.

Canon and OC muses present

Currently mobile-only

Semi-selective, semi-active

Open to asks and messages

More info (link to OCs, list of canon muses, writer info, and rules) under the cut.

OC Links

*Note: A few characters’ appearances/voices have changed, so make sure to check out the tags on the blog. OCs are tagged with “; (name)”— for example, my character Myarel is tagged with “; myarel” (no quotations).*

Canon Muses

*Note: Many of these muses aren’t listed on my muse page due to being unable to update said page from my phone. Muse tags vary. Some are tagged with fancy tags but I may switch between those and regular tags. They’re listed here in alphabetical order by fandom.*

**Edit: I’ve also marked which fandoms/muses are most active. Very active fandoms will be bolded, semi-active italic, and dormant/needing some time before interaction are regular text. I’ll also put an asterisk after new muses/muses I haven’t played yet. I beg that if a fandom isn’t bolded or italicized that you discuss it with me before sending something in or making a starter— I have a lot of muses and it takes time to get into the swing of new ones when I’m not in the right mindset!**

The Arcana: Asra Alnazar*, Julian Devorak, Portia Devorak*, Faust

American Gods: Mad Sweeney

Assassin’s Creed: Ezio Auditore da Firenze*, Aveline de Grandpré

Avatar: The Last Airbender: Zuko*

Back 4 Blood: Karlee*, Evangelo*

Baldur’s Gate 3: Astarion*

Boondock Saints: Murphy MacManus*

Call of Duty: Simon “Ghost” Riley*, Johnny “Soap” MacTavish*

Chappie: Chappie*

Columbo: Lt. Frank Columbo*

Dead Island/Riptide: Sam B, John Morgan*

Detroit: Become Human: Connor, Markus*

Dirty Bomb: Vassili*

Disturbed (band): The Guy*

Dream Daddy: Damien Bloodmarch*, Robert Small*

Dying Light: Kyle Crane*, Rahim*, Karim*

FNAF: Cupcake

Hazbin Hotel: Alastor, Angel Dust, Charlie, Husk, Lucifer

Homestuck: Gamzee, Calsprite

I, Frankenstein: Adam

Into the Badlands: Baron Quinn*

Jet Set Radio Future: Yoyo*

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure: Jonathan Joestar*, Joseph Joestar, Jotaro Kujo*, Josuke Higashikata*, Giorno Giovanna*, Jolyne Cujoh*, Caesar Zeppeli

Kingdom Hearts: Axel

Left 4 Dead 2: Ellis, Nick

Marvel: Nightcrawler*, Moon Knight*, Eddie Brock/Venom*

Monster High: River Styxx*, Operetta*, Frankie Stein*

The Nightmare Before Christmas: Jack Skellington*

Obey Me!: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Diavolo

Onmyoji: Yasha*, Hiromasa*, Susabi*

Pirates of the Caribbean: Captain Jack Sparrow*

Portal: GLaDOS

Red Dead Redemption: John Marston*, Arthur Morgan*

Rise of the Guardians: Jack Frost*

Skullgirls: Valentine

Stardew Valley: Shane*

Steven Universe: Garnet*, Ruby*, Sapphire*, Sunstone*, Sardonyx*, Rainbow Quartz 2.0*

Spiritfarer: Gwen*

Suicide Squad: Diablo

Undertale/Deltarune: Papyrus, Sans, Susie*

Until Dawn: Chris*

The Village: Ivy Walker

Walking Dead/Fear: Negan Smith, Daryl Dixon, Morgan Jones, Shiva, Victor Strand*, Qaletaqa Walker*, Crazy Dog*

Warframe: Excalibur Umbra*

Warm Bodies: R, M

What We Do In The Shadows: Nandor the Relentless*, Viago*, Vladislav*

Info About The Writer

Hi! I’m Alistair— you can call me that, or you can use my username for pretty much everywhere else, TheetyPie/Theety. I don’t mind either way.

I’m a trans guy, I use he/they pronouns. I’m panromantic/asexual, and I’m 27 years old.

I have 3 cats, they’re my babies. I also (as you can tell from above) have a lot of OCs, and the number is still growing. I want to turn my ideas into a bigger creation someday, still not sure exactly where I want to go with it.

I do more than write. I do art, I like video games, music, and just collecting stuff. Current obsessions are Monster High, Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure, makeup, crystals, and jewelry.

Rules

The most important: I do not RP smut. In the past I’ve used the fade-to-black method, but I’m not entirely comfortable with that with most of my muses.

In the same vein, DO NOT FORCE SHIPS. I love ships as much as the next guy, but I would prefer to discuss it first, or for us to agree on it. It’s cool if your muse has a crush, totally fine— mine get crushes all the time! But make sure if you want to ship, we discuss it first.

In a similar vein to that one as well, no god-modding/powerplaying. If your character is strong, an immortal being, or whatever, cool! I have some of those too. But there should always be a limit. Don’t say your character is moving mine unless we’ve talked about that. Attempt to move them. Usually I follow along as long as boundaries aren’t pushed.

Don’t kill or seriously injure my muse without permission. Fights happen, of course, but again: discussion. I’m up for threads where my canon muses are injured or killed, but not where it happens to my OCs, unless we’re getting into a backstory and another OC that’s already deceased dies. Non-serious injuries are alright to come out of nowhere with, but if it’s a first meeting, I’d prefer to plot it out.

I’m semi-selective. I’m kind of particular about who I follow and who I thread with. I prefer us to be mutuals to thread, but you don’t have to be mutuals to send me things.

I’m very bad at keeping up with people. If you message me and I don’t respond, it’s usually bc I’m shy, I forgot, or I’m busy with work. It’s not you, I promise. Usually I don’t message first bc I’m nervous.

Back to shipping: I’m also multiship. Usually my ships are in different universes, unless discussed with all parties beforehand. The exception is a few of my OCs that are partnered together— ask about their availability. I love random ships, just talk to me about them!

I love duplicates of my muses. Whether it’s “x meets self” or I find someone I share a muse with, I love RPing with just about everyone. Please don’t hesitate to reach out if we have a muse in common!

One of my other most important statements, not really considered a rule, but it’s still important: if you want to know something about any muse, canon or OC, please tell me— ask or message me! I haven’t been able to write down a lot of info about any of them because I’m on mobile, but I will infodump for you if you need/want to know something. I love talking about my children, they’re precious to me.

If you send something in or make something for me when we haven’t even spoken, I might not feel comfortable responding. I’m very shy and nervous about not having any discussion beforehand. 😭

If there’s anything I left out or you need to know, just ask!

[lesserkey]

Could you tell us more about Samiel, plus how you started playing PF2e?

Of course!!

The PF2e is a homebrew campaign so everything will be from that :D He's of a winged (cherub/angelic) race called the Saeid. When they are born, they are brought immediately into the service of the church. He doesn't remember much of his original family, sadly. One special thing that makes Samiel stand out is that he has a pair of black wings. Saeid are typically born with white but for him it's see as an ill omen. The village he grew up in was more accepting to him thankfully but there were some who wanted him killed due to those superstitions. The upper right side of his face around his eye was burned in an attempt to try and harm him but he made it out safely. He's blind out of that eye though due to the damage. The priest that raised him was very kindly but when he passed he was put into the care of another. That priest took him to the city and the Cathedral to continue his service to the church. Those in the church did not take well to him and avoided him because of his apperance with the black wings. He kept to himself and remained rather isolated. The campaign takes place within a magic academy and Father Hyram (his caretaker) was offered a position in regards to investigating an incident that is taking place. Samiel was offered the chance to join the school and he took it seeing as he didn't have much elsewhere to go... So now, he's a part of the Sapphire class and is friends with the students. Claire and Andrea who are ratfolk, Freydis an ice dragon, Juniper an owl person, and Adara a human. They are all girls which is so funny but he feels very safe and trusts them deeply. I should note that this is my first time ever taking part in PF2e. The reason I got into it is because I was invited to the campaign. The group is my friends and FC from excalibur that I've known for a few years. They're actually all veterans at playing d&d and tabletop!! A lot of them already knew one another through the campaigns they played. So this is my first time into it and I really love it a lot!! ^^

[she-had-many-names]

Northa gets a long, thin silvery sword, with a pink bow on the hilt.

Easton gets a small, sleek, old-fashioned, silvery rifle with infinite ammunition. A small blue bow is tied on the handle.

Guinevere gets a new staff, made of smooth, polished white wood with pink blossoms on the short branches at the end. At the top is embedded a pink jewel.

Aoki gets a…caster’s halberd?… It’s made of elegant dark wood and has a few blue leaves on it. It’s shorter that Guinevere’s, but still over half of his height. A blue sapphire is embedded in the blade at the end.

As for Arthur?

He gets a sword. A beautiful, powerful sword, the kind of thing you’d see in old stories of heroes and knights. I’m sure we’ve all heard its name: Excalibur.

x1 Auxilium added to inventory!

x1 Custodio added to inventory!

x1 Avalon added to inventory!

x1 Quietus added to inventory!

x1 Excalibur added to inventory!

[m-blackwell-and-associates]

High Above pt 2

“Pia, my dear.  You look lovely tonight.”  He leaned down to speak to her, holding her hand to his fleshy cheek briefly.  Her blond hair fell loose about her shoulders, a rich mass of shining waves.  She had dressed simply tonight, a long silk kimono covered in a riot of pale flowers, belted loosely over a silk slip the color of shadowed ice.  Follet had wanted her to appear reserved for the unofficial gathering at Excalibur and he was gratified that she had adhered to his wishes without complaint.  It was sometimes difficult to keep her in line.

“Why thank you, my love.”  Her eyes shone sapphire dark, skin flush with the illusion of life and vitality.  It should have been obvious what clan she belonged to when finally raised from the gutter.  Follet remembered the unquestioned faith she put in him when telling her that she needed to bleed for him, to craft a bit of magic to discover the truth of her lineage.  A Toreador of course, as if there had been much doubt, clearly a creature of art and beauty the way she drew people adoringly to her side.  But they refused her after all that.  They wouldn’t accept her among them for her ignoble birth.  That was gratifying.  Better that they shun her, leaving only himself as the means of her survival.  Let them now stew in jealousy over the erotic power she had over everyone that laid eyes on her and the mortal fame her art brought.  Let them envy the wealth that now poured into his accounts.  

His.  All his.

He gestured to the floor of dancing kine, indicating she should select one that drew her eye.  It was slow training but she would learn.  If she did as he asked, she would be rewarded.  Eventually he would get her to understand that his word was law in all things.  The way she bloomed under his benevolence was a reminder of how right it was they were together.  He had allowed her to keep her life and she had cemented his rule.  Pia pressed a kiss to his cheek and he could feel her begin to weave her subtle enchantments, better to ensnare the mortal mind once he came into her presence.  It was difficult for her to resist a pleasure offered.  Any pleasure.  His paramour needed sensuality as often as she needed blood. The only way to keep her safe from her own appetites were to control them, allowing her to sample rather than indulge.

Pia leaned over the railing, better to see the offerings below. Follet rested a heavy hand on her silk clad back, thinking to warn her to watch herself, lest she slip and fall off the walkway.  But, as he moved to speak, Follet saw a single man leaning against the pillar alongside the soaring room.  He was mean looking, wiry and poorly dressed, arms crossed over a thin chest and staring up at the two of them as if he was inconvenienced.  

Follet frowned, although there was no way the man could see the disgust or disapproval on his face against the flashing lights between them.  It seemed as if the Giovanni had finally come to call.

“I’m afraid that business calls, my dear.”  When she pouted prettily at him, hoping to sway him to remain by her side, he shook his head. “Not now.  I will see you again later with the gift you picked out.”

[excalibursapphire]

Mathair, the warframe. She's a fan made warframe.

[sonic-macguffin-matchup]

Greetings, fellow Sonic fans! We're here today to find out, once and for all, the greatest macguffin in the franchise. If you need clarification by what we mean by that, check out our announcement post!

And with that out of the way, here's the bracket!

details below the cut

Round 1A

The Mysterious Orb (Sonic 4) vs. The Sword of Acorns (Archie)

The Sword of Light (Archie) vs. The Chaos Crystals (Sonic Boom)

The Tricore (IDW) vs. The Warp Topaz (IDW)

The Rock of Justice (Sonic Boom) vs. The Crown Jewel (Sonic Underground)

Round 1B

The Time Stones (Sonic CD) vs. The Lost Crystal of Power (Sonic Boom)

The Crown of Acorns (Archie) vs. The Deep Power Stones (SatAM)

The Super Emeralds (Sonic and Knuckles) vs. The Ultragem (Fleetway)

Rings (Paramount) vs. The Chaos Emeralds (Almost All Media)

Round 1C

The Tummel Crystal (Sonic Boom) vs. The Fregosi Sapphire (Sonic Boom)

The Paradox Prism (Sonic Prime) vs. Erazor Djinn's Magic Lamp (Secret Rings)

The Sol Emeralds (Sonic Rush) vs. Anarchy Beryl (Archie)

The Arks of the Cosmos (Sonic Riders) vs. The Jeweled Scepter (Sonic Rush)

Round 1D

The Ring of Acorns (Archie) vs. The Phantom Ruby (Sonic Mania & Forces)

The Precioustone (Sonic Shuffle) vs. Excalibur/The Sacred Swords (Black Knight)

The Master Emerald (Sonic 3&K+) vs. Red Rings (Archie)

The Chaos Rings (Knuckles' Chaotix) vs. The Planet Eggs (Sonic X)

Round 2A

The Sword of Acorns (Archie) vs. The Sword of Light (Archie)

The Warp Topaz (IDW) vs. The Rock of Justice (Boom)

Round 2B

The Time Stones (CD) vs. The Deep Power Stones (SatAM)

The Super Emeralds (3&K) vs. The Chaos Emeralds

Round 2C

The Fregosi Sapphire (Boom) vs. The Paradox Prism (Prime)

The Sol Emeralds (Rush) vs. The Arks of the Cosmos (Riders)

Round 2D

The Phantom Ruby (Mania & Forces) vs. Excalibur (Black Knight)

The Master Emerald (3&K+) Vs. The Planet Eggs (Sonic X)

Round 3

A - The Sword of Light (Archie) vs. The Warp Topaz (IDW)

B - The Time Stones (CD) vs. The Chaos Emeralds

C - The Paradox Prism (Prime) vs. The Sol Emeralds (Rush)

D - Excalibur (Black Knight) vs. The Master Emerald (3&K+)

Revival

These are the objects that will be featured in the revival round taking place after round 3. Each quadrant will have a free for all poll to determine who will fill the L-X slots. They will then go up against the item that already made it there.

Group A:

The Mysterious Orb

The Chaos Crystals

The Tricore

The Crown Jewel

The Sword of Acorns

The Rock of Justice

The Sword of Light

Group B:

The Lost Crystal of Power

The Crown of Acorns

The Ultragem

Rings

The Deep Power Stones

The Super Emeralds

The Time Stones

Group C:

The Tummel Crystal

The Magic Lamp

Anarchy Beryl

The Jeweled Scepter

The Fregosi Sapphire

The Arks of the Cosmos

The Paradox Prism

Group D:

The Ring of Acorns

The Precioustone

Red Star Rings

The Chaos Rings

The Phantom Ruby

The Planet Eggs

Excalibur

the winners of the revival round reentered the tournament at L-A, L-B, L-C, and L-D.

Round 4

The Warp Topaz (IDW) vs. The Phantom Ruby (Mania & Forces)

The Chaos Emeralds vs. The Rock of Justice (Boom)

The Sol Emeralds (Rush) vs. The Super Emeralds (S3&K)

The Master Emerald (S3&K+) vs. The Paradox Prism (Prime)

Semifinals

The Phantom Ruby (Mania & Forces) vs. The Rock of Justice (Boom)

The Sol Emeralds (Rush) vs. The Master Emerald (S3&K+)

Finals

The Rock of Justice (Boom) vs. The Master Emerald (S3&K+)

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for a full lineup with wiki links, go here

[princess-of-the-corner]

Found an old AU Idea in my notes from back when season three was the latest.

Basic premise is that there were sort of 'lesser Miraculous' called 'Wondrous' that didn't grant magical powers like the Miraculous did, but did grant greater boosts to one or two traits of the weider based on the spirit that manifests.

These 'Wondrous' weren't simple jewelry either, rather they were based on artifacts from history and myth, like the Belt of strength that Thor wore, or the Holy blade Excalibur, or even David's sling from the story of David and Goliath.

The Order of the Guardians saw these as a threat to the world and either destroyed them or sealed them away, so none are thought to exist in the present day, but we both know that the Order were liable to make a mistake every now and then, and one Wonderous has made it to the present, the remains of the Dragon spear held in the Louvre Storage rooms, waiting for its master to reclaim its power.

Cholé ends up finding the Dragon spear after Miracle Queen while she's hiding out in the back to avoid the paparazzi. It practically calls out for her, sensing magic that is so familiar to it, believing that it is its old master who has finally returned to retrieve what was theirs.

When Cholé touches the spear, the spirit of the spear manifests, appearing as a miniature european style dragon with golden scales and sapphire eyes who goes by the name Drrake.

At first Drrake is confused as to who Cholé is as he was expecting his old master, but he gaslights himself into thinking that she's the daughter of his last master, and that he has been passed down to her.

Oh dope though!

Also buddy boy gaslighting himself is great

[docgold13]

365 Marvel Comics Paper Cut-Out SuperHeroes - One Hero, Every Day, All Year…

July 20th - Captain Britain / Betsey Braddock

Elizabeth ‘Betsy’ Braddock is a British Mutant telepath whose heroic adventures have seen her as the X-Man known as Psylocke and, more recently as the champion for Otherworld,  Captain Britain. While her twin brother, Brian, became the original Captain Britain, Betsy developed psychic powers. As an agent of the S.T.R.I.K.E. Psi Division, her path as a secret agent crossed with her brother's super-hero activities.  Herein Betsy acted as an ally to her brother in several conflicts, eventually assuming the mantle of Captain Britain herself.

After she was blinded by the villainous Slaymaster, Braddock stood down as Captain Britain, only to be captured and to have her sight restored by Mojo and Spiral.  She was rescued by the X-Men, and Betsy would go on to join the X-Men under the new alias of ‘Psylocke.’

As a member of the X-Men, Betsy embarked on numerous adventures. Her life took a very unexpected turn when her body was switched with the ninja assassin known as Kwannon. Freed by Wolverine, Betsy returned to the X-Men now having to cope with the experience of being stuck in another woman's body. For years, she was a loyal soldier to the X-Men, collaborating with different squadrons.  During this time, Betsy fell in love with her colleague and teammate, The Angel.  The two would share a passionate and tumultuous relationship, a romance that came to a tragic end when Angel was killed and resurrected by the Celestial Life Seed and herein lost his memories of his time with Betsy.  

Betsy fell in battle against the Sapphire Styx.  Rather then dying, however, Betsy awoke in her original body.  Soon thereafter, Betsy relocated to the Mutant nation of Krakoa.  On the isle, Betsy formed a new iteration of the team, Excalibur, and reassumed the mantle of Captain Britain, becoming the prime champion of the Captain Britain Corps.  As such, she was tasked with defending the earthly realm from the various magical threats from the extra-dimensional plain of Otherworld.  

Actress Mei Melancon portrayed Psylocke (in possession of Kwannon’s body) in the Fox Films move, X-Men: The Last Stand; whereas actress Olivia Munn portrayed the same role in the move X-Men: Apocalypse.

Betsy Braddock first appeared in the pages of Captain Britain Vol. 1 #8 (1976).

[authoressskr]

Ruby Dragon Surprise (i)

Characters: f!Reader, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Clint Barton, Mercy (*previously Y/N in Bucky’s Dragon Soulmate Story*), mentions of Peggy Carter

Warnings: Language and no Beta   ::    Notes: This particular story will probably be three parts, cause Steve is emotionally constipated   ::   Word Count: 4849

I went with a dragon!soulmate!au, which I hadn’t seen before, but I did have a nifty dream about it that spawned this whole idea. He’s still an Avenger. Events are basically still the same (not exactly the same...people are alive who died in the mcu), just with dragons. ‘Cause who wouldn’t love a dragon companion?? This will be an ongoing series with different Avengers finding their soulmates with their dragons.

Howlite and Hearts (Bucky)

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Since men emerged from caves, began using tools and reshaping their environment, they have been intrigued by the draconian terrors of all shapes and sizes that roamed the world. The first records of man and dragon working together are from Mesopotamia, pieces of shattered pottery pieced back together showing a dragon standing beside a woman. Assyrian artifacts depict water dragons helping farmers in the field. Egyptian murals show dragons protecting the Pharaoh and his family, others showing different breeds of dragon fetching books from inside the Library of Alexandria.

History is dotted with famous dragons and their bonded humans; King Arthur and his steel-colored dragon, Excalibur. William Shakespeare and his dragon, Bard. Cleopatra and Bucephalus, named after Alexander the Great’s legendary steed. Abraham Lincoln and his dragon, Crusoe.

Over the centuries, dragons have become smaller from the giants painted in mythology, old texts and wall murals. The biggest dragon these days are about the size of a large crocodile, with the biggest recorded in the last decade almost as big as a hippo. Height varies on the type of dragon - with the tallest one balancing on its tail, hits almost eye level with a giraffe.

Classes have been taught for centuries about dragons and the bond between them with humans. Dragons will sometimes die right after their human counterpart and vice versa. Dragons who have lost their counterpart will sometimes live, seeking out their counterpart’s soulmate to stay with their draconian mates as well. It is not an uncommon thing - especially after times of war - for soulmates to have both dragons if one has died.

Dragon pairs will usually have the same colors and markings, even though they will often not be the same type of dragon. Dragons may look similar to the human eye, but a dragon will know it’s mate no matter what. It has not been determined how the dragons know their mate almost instantaneously, but after millennia humans have begun to follow the dragon counterpart’s knowledge in this area. Marriages of alliance and royalty have often been changed or dropped when one party finds its soulmate. In the same vein, marriages have also been arranged due to this circumstance as well. Cinderella is the most referenced fairy tale of this, with Cinderella having the same sapphire and gold colored dragon as the prince (*Dragon color varies by region and culture).

Soulmate bonds are some of the strongest bonds in our world. Both between a dragon pair and between a human pair. And on the flip side of the Cinderella story, dragons will attempt to push their human partners together if the human counterpart doesn’t seem interested or could result in a rejection.

On the same page, a rejection of this bond - always by the human partner - can have devastating consequences. This broken or unformed bond may result in: at first, flu-like symptoms but can build up to more serious symptoms such as feeling weak or run down, tremors and/or tics, varying weight loss, chest pains and even very mild seizures have been documented. Usually the bond is mended or solidified before it comes to these more serious issues. There are also historic rumors of deaths from broken hearts due to rejections, which has yet to be scientifically proven. The aforementioned symptoms may require hospitalization.

To date no dragon has succumbed to any symptoms from their human counterparts due to the rejection of the bond, which dragon experts seem truly puzzled by due to the strong bonds that can be formed between a human and a dragon. Rejections, however, are rare and scientists aren’t yet sure of all possible symptoms associated with a rejection of a bond. Touch, however, is shown to remedy these symptoms in trials and is known to be a powerful connector between a human and it’s dragon partner as well.

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If there was one thing Steve Rogers knew, it was that Peggy Carter was his soulmate.

He’ll admit he doesn’t think of it as often as when he came out of the ice, but he does still think about it - about Peggy - every few days. More so when Bucky, Sam and himself are out for lunch or when he and Wanda may be grabbing some coffee, because that is when he sees soulmates together. 

The way soulmates look at each other is different. Like they don’t just see the person before them, but everything they are and could be; all rolled into everything they love.

And he’s envious of that look.

He knows he hasn’t received it. And he truly believes he hasn’t given it either. Sometimes he chalks it up to not being actual bonded soulmates with Peggy. Because he knows that the love that was blossoming would have turned into that loving, enraptured gaze he always longed for.

It’s the thought that gets interrupted when his cell rings on the way back from their morning run. He quickly switches his coffee cup to his other hand to fish the phone from his pant pocket, revealing Tony’s face on the screen.

“Hey, Tony.”

“Need you, the bird and the metal popsicle back here asap. Got a hit on a Hydra offshoot. Wheels up in 30.”

“Got it. We’re just a few blocks from the Tower now.”

“Pick up the pace then, old man,” And the call ends. He looks at Sam and Bucky before tossing back what’s left of his coffee and throwing it in a nearby trash can.

“Mission. Wheels go up in 30.” Sam sighs at his words.

“Morning calls are rare, man. Must be big.”

“Hydra,” Bucky mutters with a shake of his head before polishing off his own coffee. “Come on. Gonna take most of that time to get the scalies ready.”

“You know,” Sam mutters with a smug grin as they all continue towards the Tower, “You’ve picked up your soulmate’s habit of calling the dragons weird names.” Sam tosses his empty cup and dodges a swat from Bucky.

“Jealousy is an ugly, ugly thing Sam…”

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Steve shifts in his place in the rafters, Rak wiggling on his back in response to peer over his shoulder down at the HYDRA agents. He nods at Bucky, who is perched across the building, just above the exit.

“Where’d you find this one?”

“Get this - a museum.” The blonde HYDRA agent cackles, leaving the brunet nodding, a serious look on his face. A loud clang of the door reveals two more HYDRA agents, dragging another person between them while a third agent follows behind with a tactical machine gun held tightly in his grip. If body shape is anything to go on, it’s a woman. A curvy and buxom one. Bucky quickly types out an update in Morse code to Natasha who is stationed outside with Sam and Tony as the brunet drags a heavy wooden chair into the middle of the room.

They toss the captive into the chair, zip tying their wrists behind them before pulling off the thick bag from their head. If looks could kill…

“Now, Miss, we are going to ask you a series of questions -”

“Fuck. Off.” Steve’s eyebrows shoot up at the venom in her tone.

“You don’t seem to know who we are.” Her jaw clenches as she looks away from the salt and pepper haired man who dragged her in. “Come now. I don’t want to injure you more than necessary…”

“Right.” She snaps, looking down at her lap with a sigh. The tall brunet who helped drag her in shifts to stand behind her, grabbing a fistful of hair and yanking her head back. Her gasp makes Rak hiss in his ear, Steve feeling his claw tips through his suit. He tilts his head to rub it against Rak’s, offering that silent comfort to calm him down.

“Now, Miss, the first question is: You work in the nearby museum, correct?”

“Seeing as that’s where you took me from…” She gasps again as the hand tightens in her hair, bending her head back a little more. That’s when she notices Bucky in the rafters - quickly closing her eyes and sniffles loudly.

“What are you working on there?”

“Paleontology mostly. But when I started there I worked in the geology department. I’m a floater between departments since I don’t have my full degree yet.” The man relaxes his grip a little, pushing her head forward towards its normal position again.

“Rocks and bones.” The older agent chuckles before rubbing his hand over his graying beard. “Do you do anything else in the museum?”

“I assist only in the two departments. The only reason I help the geology is when the woman who regularly helps is gone cause she’s having a rough pregnancy.”

“Now we know that’s a lie. You spend a lot of time in the accounting office.” Her head is pulled back again so she’s looking at the ceiling again.

“I’m not sure you lot are aware that each department has a budget. I have to submit forms every month about the spending. Plus, one of the accountants is my friend.”

“So you are saying our intel is wrong?”

“Look, I’d like my head to stay attached, but yes, your intel is shit. Probably someone just looking not to be in the position I’m currently in.”

“So the museum isn’t looking into the dragons ancestors?”

“If they are, then I don’t know about it. I’m a peon!” She yanks her head from the man’s grasp and struggles in the chair.

“Little cherub, you are a terrible liar.”

“Listen asshat, I am keenly aware I’m a terrible liar. So I tend NOT to lie. Especially to someone who has tied me to a chair and has a fucking gun!!” He sighs, giving a little shake of his head before his hand shoots out and backhands her, making her head snap to the left. Rak’s claws pierce through his suit, smoke curling from his nostrils making Steve tense under him even more. He holds his hand up in a stopping motion, Bucky cocking his head slightly before Steve gestures over his shoulder at Rak.

“Woman, HYDRA has been looking for you for awhile.”

“Seems like a waste of time to me. I can’t have anything HYDRA could possibly want. Except maybe morals.”

“We don’t need morals in HYDRA.” The blonde grunts out from his leaning place against the wall.

“I’m aware. Ya ever think that’s why SHIELD and the Avengers whip your ass? Resign you to the shadows like the phantoms you are.” There is a loud enough explosion that everyone turns towards the exit, the men all tensing. “AND YOU KNOW WHAT? YOUR SIGIL OR WHATEVER IT IS MAKES ABSOLUTELY NO FUCKING SENSE! HYDRA MEANS 5! WHY DOES YOUR SYMBOL HAVE 8? AND DO YOU ALL KNOW THAT THE HYDRA WAS DEFEATED???” Her head is sent sharply to the left again, blood trickling from her lip at the contact.

“WHO FOLLOWED YOU?!” The older agent snaps at the blonde and brunet who they saw first.

“NO ONE, SIR!” Bucky drops down just as Tony comes through the back exit, making Steve shimmy upright before he begins across the beams in the rafters to cut off their retreat.

He drops down with a dull thud, blocking the HYDRA agents as planned but the brunet with the machine gun has it pointed under the woman’s jaw.

“She’s not so sassy now,” The man in charge smirks out, stroking a finger down her cheek. He glances behind, seeing Bucky, Tony and Natasha behind him.

“You know, nasty little fellows such as yourself always get their comeuppance.” Her words loud and clear as her gaze slides towards the older agent, the muzzle of the gun digging harder into her skin at her words.

“Snarky little bitch, isn’t she?”

“I like snark,” Tony mentions, looking to Natasha who just rolls her eyes. “But that’s because I’m just so good at it.”

“Release the girl, unharmed, and we’ll take you alive.” Steve offers, Rak’s nails digging into his shoulder once more as smoke begins to curl out of his nose again.

“How about no?” The agent whom had been silent this entire time speaks with a sneer, his little blue dragon’s head popping from a pocket in his utility pants.

Bucky lets loose a single round to the knee of the agent with the sub machine gun, making him buckle and the gun drop from his grip. That’s when Tony blasts the salt and pepper haired man past Steve as Natasha cuts the woman free, only for the woman to rush past Steve and the other agents deeper into the warehouse. Rak jumps from his shoulder and flys after her, prompting Steve to sigh as Bucky runs past, following after her and Rak.

“Does she realize the exit is the other way?!” Tony yells through the comms, taking a stance by where he’d entered to fend off dozens of incoming HYDRA. Two men run towards Steve only to stutter to the ground as electricity surges through their bodies.

“Thanks Nat.” He grunts before rushing through the doorway to find his best friend, his dragon and the directionally impaired woman.

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You’re trying desperately to remember the turns they’ve dragged you through, looking for the spot where they had separated the two of you and tossed a bag over your head. A man moves to grab you, only to be attacked by an aggressive ruby dragon. It then scrabbles up your legs and perches itself on your shoulder, urging you on with a little grunt. You tread a little more carefully after that, but no less urgent, a scream clogging your throat as someone grabs your shoulder from behind before slipping a hand over your mouth. 

“Don’t scream.” You nod as the former Winter Soldier comes into view. “You know, the easy exit was the other way.”

“I’m aware. But they tossed my dragon in a big plastic looking box then I got the bag and drag treatment.”

“This warehouse has two floors in the front half, did they take you upstairs at all?” A shake of your head is all you can manage before the dragon flits from your shoulder and begins running down the hallway. “I guess we follow Rak then. You stay behind me and if I tell you to do something -”

“Consider it done.” You agree before gently pushing at his arm to get him moving.

Rak doesn’t stop until he’s about two hallways off where you all stopped, hissing and sending several fiery breaths towards the small side dock where HYDRA agents were loading up your dragon.

“Velma!” Her answering screech is enough to get you moving, Sgt. Barnes hand shooting out to keep you behind him. He’s got two of them shot and Rak is mauling another when you see a silver blur knock out the other two. It’s only when you turn to your right do you see Captain America snatch his shield, holding it for a beat before turning to look at you. If looks could lecture...you’d be in for a loooong one.

But as he gives you that look all you can think of is that now all the douche HYDRA agents are now k-o’ed, so you rush over to the giant box, sticking your fingers through the big air holes to stroke at her muzzle, Rak chirping at Sgt. Barnes, who steps around your crouched form and snaps the two heavy duty locks off with his metal hand. Your dragon bursts from the cage and tackles you, curling herself around your chest and neck as best she can as you coo reassurances to her.

“We gotta go,” Steve takes hold of your elbow, helping you up as you heft Velma off the ground, her wings wrapping securely around you as you follow Captain America back the way you came. Rak is riding on his shoulder and moving his ruby head back and forth between you and the hallway ahead. The Black Widow joins you halfway back and takes point, an emerald green dragon with beautiful iridescent wings in shades of purples, blacks, greens and a few splashes of a pale yellow shimmer brightly even in the dim lights of the warehouse hallway. You let out a soft grunt, hefting Velma a little higher as your arms start to tire. “Almost there. I can carry her, if you like?” He doesn’t look at you when he offers, simply continues looking forward at his measured pace beside you.

“I can manage,” Your pride answers before your tired arms can get a word in, a smile twitching at his lips at your answer, which just makes your pride suddenly all the more determined to do it yourself. He moves forward when you all get back to where the attack began, Natasha taking his place before Falcon glides in through the hole in the wall.

“It’s all secure to the jet,” He reports as he lands. “Tony is circling the outer gates to make sure they don’t have anything else - hostages or weapons.”

“Alright. Let’s get her on the jet. We’ll look her over and call into the compound for the doctor to be ready when we arrive.”

“Already done,” Natasha confirms and they all move in a protective box around you and Velma, Falcon now on your right and Natasha on your left as the good Captain takes the lead and the Sergeant keeps his place in the rear.

You’re herded - there is no other way to put it really - onto this very expensive, military-looking, and slightly futuristic jet. Falcon gestures to a seat and you kneel in front of it, carefully dislodging your draconian partner before taking the seat. Her scaled head nudges your open hand, reminding you that you’ve both made it.

Safe echoes in your mind and you nod, meeting her light amethyst eyes.

Safe, you reply as she climbs awkwardly into the seat beside yours, laying her head on your thigh.

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“Baby,” She coos to the dragon, a shiver going up his spine at the softness and care in her tone, her hand sliding easily over it’s red scales as Sam returns to her side with a first aid kit.

“They do anything else besides these?” Sam asks gently, his finger brushing softly over her cheek where it’s already beginning to swell. A shake of her head is all she manages, “Okay, I’m gonna clean it with an alcohol pad.” Sam swipes it across her cheek and around the left side of her mouth to get off the dried blood. When he dabs just under her lip she hisses and so does Rak, her own dragon tensing up and curling it’s upper lip just enough to flash the tips of its teeth.

“Down, kids,” She mumbles out before Tony struts onto the jet.

“All clear. Let’s go home.” Tony sits beside her as the jet begins to ascend, both men’s gazes dropping to her free hand which is gripping the edge of her seat. “I’m Tony.”

“Y/N.”

“Dragon?”

“Velma.”

“Velma,” Tony repeats with a chuckle. “I like it. Suits you both. This is Jericho.”

“‘By faith the walls of Jericho fell’…is that right?”

“Exactly! ‘See, I have delivered Jericho into your hands’. My mother insisted that I know the Bible. I just liked the idea of marching and horns defeating a strong enemy. No bullets, no bombs; just faith.”

“Kind of goes against the initial sort of images of yourself, huh?” Tony leans in slightly, a grin flirting on his lips.

“Have you been talking to my wife?” She leans in too, their foreheads nearly touching.

“I think I’d remember talking to her.”

“She is very memorable.” He agrees, leaning back in the seat before waving his finger at her chest. “Buckle up. We should be there in about twenty or thirty.”

“Do you need anything?” Steve asks, Bucky’s eye popping open from his resting place in the corner and a tiny twitch of his lips making him want to glare at his best friend.

“No, thank you.” Steve nods, moving to the front to talk to Natasha when Rak flits to the floor and scurries over to her, his head tilted to one side with his begging eyes on. Steve moves to turn back to stop Rak from bothering her. “Get up here then,” A smile dancing in her eyes as he chirps happily, leaping easily into her lap and shaking his wings out before carefully settling down, his snout resting beside Velma’s.

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You’re just nodding off when the jet lands, carefully tapping Velma and then Rak to wake them before stretching, wincing at the soreness in your face and neck.

Steve walks by you as the bay door opens before he whistles, Rak’s head perking up from the seat beside you, but he doesn’t move. This doesn’t seem to sit well with Steve, who glares at his partner like he’s betrayed him.

The dragon begrudgingly jumps down and stands at the Captain’s feet, an outstretched hand drawing you from the curiosity you felt watching Rak and Steve. You’re met with storm blue eyes and a small, easy smile.

“Come on, kid,” Unclicking from your seat, you accept his hand with a hushed thank you. You are hardly off the jet before a white marble blur nearly takes James down, his laughter ringing out before a woman appears just after, helping him up and the two of them disappearing into the building. You’re caught at a crossroads of sorts...Do you follow? Isn’t that a bit presumptuous?

“Are you Y/N?” You’re startled from your thoughts by a woman with thick black hair piled atop her head in a white lab coat.

“Yes?”

“I’m Dr. Hale. Natasha and Tony told us to be expecting you.” She gestures you forward, opposite to where the Avengers disappeared to. You follow obediently, with Velma trailing behind you, also looking to where they’d all gone. “Do you have any medical conditions we should be aware of?”

“No.”

“High blood pressure?”

“No, but if it’s high I was just taken hostage and then backhanded twice before having a gun shoved against my jaw while they tried to take my dragon.” She makes a face, eyebrows raised and fighting back a smile before she manages a big nod.

“Understandable...well let’s check all that. Was your dragon injured?”

“I ran my hands over all of her and she’s not injured that I can tell.” You look down at her, purple eyes alight. “You hurt, baby?” Velma shakes her head, her tail twitching slightly when she does so.

“Perfect. We’ll just check you over and then Tony should come get you.” All you can do is nod, following her into a very white and metallic exam room.

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Steve’s voice can be heard through the door of his room, he’s sure of it.

Rak has snapped at him twice so far and nearly set his comforter on fire because he ordered him to stay put while he showered. Steve knew where he would wander off to and he told Rak he needs to let the doctor do their job and check them over. He had angrily settled down when Howl had come into the room, the bigger dragon tossing himself down onto Rak’s bed - successfully luring Rak to him and calming the little spitfire down long enough for Steve to get a shower.

Once he was out of the shower, Rak started up again, a stare off ensuing between the two of them while Howl looked on in amusement.

“I said no!” Steve snaps at the wyvern before clenching his jaw so tight he’s sure he hears a pop. Rak opens his mouth, flashing all his teeth only to snap it closed when Bucky’s soulmate sticks her head in.

“Sorry. I knocked, but you must not have heard...I was just looking for Howl.” Howl’s whole body shakes as he wiggles his way happily to her. “Tony just went to get the woman from the infirmary, just to let you know.” Steve scowls at her as Rak begins to follow Howl out the door.

“Hey! Best behavior. And you need to cut the whole hissing, snapping and fire at me, you little gas ball.” Rak snorts, almost giving an eye roll as Steve blocks the door. “Shoulder.” He points for emphasis, his partner huffing as he slowly climbs up onto his shoulder. “And stay there, do you understand?” He turns his ruby head away and Steve’s mind wanders to the impossible...but he quickly shakes that thought from his head.

When she enters the room with her dragon, her cheek and lip swollen a little more than an hour ago when he’d seen her.

Wanda gasps as she enters the room, looking from Rak to Velma, Rak doing the exact fucking opposite as he was told - flinging himself from Steve’s shoulder and running towards you and Velma - before giving a little squeal.

“I’ve never seen a dragon soulmate pair meeting!” Steve looks in confusion from the dragons to Wanda and then to the woman, the room now deadly silent except for the soft, contented growls coming from the pair of ruby dragons curled around each other at Y/N’s feet.

“What - no, that’s not - that’s not possible.” Steve snorts in disbelief after he manages his oh-so eloquent words. “No. She’s not my soulmate,” The words tumble from his lips before he has a chance to really think the situation over but his eyes still see everything.

They see the hope that was blossoming in her soft eyes and they see the confusion flash through those pretty eyes before the hurt makes the light die out in them, her eyes dropping to the floor quickly.

He opens his mouth to refute his own words - to apologize and take it back - when he sees Bucky glaring at him.

After all, hadn’t it been him who had told Bucky to go after his dragon and his soulmate? Who had told Bucky he’d give anything to be in his shoes? And now that he was, he had just rejected his soulmate.

You could hear a pin drop as he stands there gaping like a fish before managing to firmly close his mouth.

She’s staring at their dragons, snouts pressed along side each other with their wings touching, tails twined together before she looks up and blinks rapidly. He knows she’s willing the tears away and it physically hurts him to see her avert her eyes.

Clint steps forward, whispering in her ear before offering her his arm. Clint takes her past him, both of their dragons trailing eagerly after her and both blatantly ignoring his very existence.

“All clear boss,” comes a familiar accented voice, Steve can feel all of his family’s eyes boring into him before Natasha speaks up.

“What the actual hell, you dumbass?”

“My sentiments exactly.” Tony pipes up from behind her.

“Didn’t you say you wish you were in my shoes?” Sam just harrumphs at Bucky’s words from where he’s sitting on the couch by Bucky and his soulmate.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize…” Wanda mutters among the other comments, worrying her bottom lip.

“It’s not your fault, Wanda,” Mercy soothes from the couch, hand gently squeezing Bucky’s as her dragon Cloud moves from her shoulder to Bucky’s, sensing his tenseness.

“Clint’s giving her a tour. She’ll be staying here until we can find out specifically why Hydra was after her. That should give you enough time to pull your head out of your ass,” Tony states while shoving his long sleeves up a bit on his forearms, hitting Steve with a “Sweet Jesus” side eye that Steve was all too well acquainted with.

“It just came out!”

“Like diarrhea…” Pietro says loudly from the kitchen, tossing a handful of grapes into his mouth. Steve glares at the male Maximoff, whom he literally didn’t even realize was in the damn kitchen.

“Again, it just came out. I didn’t even think about what I said!”

“That is abundantly clear,” Howl crawls into Bucky’s lap at his words, big eyes pleading to his human dad for pets to calm them both down, tail twacking Mercy who just rolls her eyes playfully at his needy and loving response to Bucky’s mood. Bucky smiling oh so softly at Howl and Mercy, as he strokes the oversized dragon taking up his lap.

Steve watches that and he aches for it. Those knowing looks to share with his soulmate.

But Peggy is gone.

And he doesn’t know where to go from here with this woman. Or the fact that Rak is completely convinced that Velma is his mate.

Because he is pretty sure she isn’t.

‘Pretty sure’ isn’t going to cut it for everyone else though. It definitely won’t be enough for Rak, that little gas ball of betrayal.

Steve was well and truly fucked.

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          What imaginary illness do you have? ――   Teething.   Your teeth are growing sharper,   until they can rend flesh as easily as air.   Your hunger is growing ardent,   the unquenchable fire of yearning burning steady in your gums.   You want so much  ――   you want to devour it all.   The thrill of the chase becomes more and more of a rush until you finally sink your canines into someone.   Sometimes your smile feels so wide,   as if you could swallow reality whole.

          Where does your power lie? ――   The mouth.   Sharp teeth,   sharper tongue,   all growl and bark and bite, bite, bite.   Your power is gritted teeth and set jaws,   quick and powerful words,   decisive actions.   Everything you do is so personal and vulnerable ――   the way you love,   the way you are loved,   the way you attack,   the way you drink in and feast on life.

          What flavour is your soul? ――   Salt.   Ah little Kraken,   bold are you.   Restless sailor,   dauntless fighter,   lower your sword,   let me see your shield.   Ah, of course,   they are but the same object.   Oh wave-tossed ruffian,   lend me some of your mettle would you?   You have been struck by the sharpest of spears yet you still stand here proudly.   But off your guard,   elsewhere of the battlefield,   you will find your spirit can parch others.   Your words are but weapons crafted from your soul.   Little lion,   sheathe your claws,   or the ones you love the most will suffer.   You do not have to be strong all the time love,   there's nothing wrong with being soft.   Vulnerability is not weakness,   and if it were,   what's wrong with that?   Strength is not always your greatest tool,   your heart is good.   Put down excalibur,   and use your words.   You'll find they will carry you much farther.   Not everything in life is a battle.

          What kind of herb are you? ――    Cardamom.   You're lonely but it's okay.   It's okay.   It's okay.   You've always been okay except you're not and somehow you've made yourself and everyone else around you believe that too.   Connection to anyone is harder than you could have ever dreamed when you were young   and unloved and invisible to everyone who was supposed to care about you and save you from the voiding hollowness in your chest,   in your throat.   You smile and say you're okay and you are,   or at least you tell yourself you are,   but is anyone even worried?   You tell yourself that they are or maybe that it's good they aren't.   You'll be okay,   one day.   One day.

          A historical character survey. ――   roses or cherry blossoms or orchids or tulips   /   winter or summer or autumn or spring   /   thunderstorms or sunshine or snow   /    indoors or outdoors   /   meat or fruit or sweets   /   extravagance or traditionalism or minimalism   /   god fearing or non god fearing   /   cats or dogs or horses or birds   /   sunrise or sunset   /   day time or night time   /   fire or earth or water or wind   /   reading or writing   /   rising early or sleeping late   /   wine or ale or neither   /   fur or silk or satin or lace   /   rubies or pearls or sapphires   /   horse back or walking or carriages   /   love or power   /   having company or being alone   /   lakes or rivers or oceans   /   knife or sword or bow or poison   /   gold or silver

          A battle survey. ――   fight honorably  /  fight dirty  /  prefer close-quarters  /  prefer range  /  chat during  /  go silent  /  low pain tolerance  /  high pain tolerance  /  attack in bursts  /  attack steadily  /  go for the kill  /  aim to disarm  /  fight defensively  /  strike first  /  provoked easily /  provoke their opponent  /  tease  /  get visibly frustrated  /  shout while attacking  /  use strategy  /  focus on their battle  /  experience conflicting thoughts during battle  /  rush in recklessly  /  try to read their opponent before fighting  /  fight wildly  /  fight calmly and,  or apathetically  /  fight with anger  /  fight with excitement  /  fight because they have to  /  fight because they want to  /  fight without regard to wounds  /  run away when wounded  /  hide wounds  /  take a blow to protect another  /  prefer a blade  /  prefer a gun  /  prefer to use their ability  /  prefer a bow  /  prefer a shield /  prefer a pole arm  /  prefer a personalized weapon  /  prefer magic or spells

                                                                       ――   the unwillingness to use magic or spells despite being able to, is intimately tied to her persecution for alleged witchcraft and death by burning on the stake. The unwillingness to use inhuman strength or speed when entirely unnecessary, goes hand in hand with the preference to fight honorably.

          prefer brawling  /  their greatest weakness is physical  /  their greatest weakness is mental  /  their greatest weakness is emotional  /  transform for battle  /  fight as they appear  /  rely on strength  /  rely on speed  /  use everything they have  /  hide their full potential  / exhaust quickly  /  high stamina  /  doubt their strength  /  proceed with caution  /  behave arrogantly /  brag after landing a hit  /  belittle their abilities  /  use psychological tactics  /  use brute strength  / avoid civilians  /  strike down civilians  /  damage surroundings  /  avoid damaging surroundings  / signature fighting style  /  making it up as they go  /  mastered skillset  /  learning their skillset  /  fancy footwork  /  sloppy footwork  /  messy fighter  /  elegant fighter /  accept defeat  /  refuse defeat  /  beg for mercy  /  compliment their opponent  /  insult their opponent  / use unnecessary movements  (flips, twirls)  /  move efficiently  /  barely move  /  prefer to dodge  /  prefer to block  /  defend their blindside  /  has no blindside  /  use all available advantages  (ex: use a gun but also throw punches, kick out while blades clash, etc.)  /  strictly use one main method  /  play around  /  hold back  /  fight ruthlessly  /  show mercy  /  wait for opponent to be ready  /  strike when opponent isn’t ready  /  fear death  /  fear pain  / fear killing  /  has ptsd  /  avoid fighting  /  has lost a fight  /  has won a fight  /  has killed  / refuses to kill  /  want to die standing  /  would succumb slowly

          Cattell’s 16 factor test. ――   34% warmth (cold, selfish)   /   90% intellect (cerebral, analytical)   /   38% emotional stability (irritable, moody but inexpressive*)   /   86% aggressiveness (controlling, tough)   /   84% liveliness (wild, fun loving)   /   58% dutifulness (slightly conforming, traditional)   /   66% social assertiveness (uninhibited, bold)   /   26% sensitivity (coarse, tough)   /   56% paranoia (wary, suspicious)   /   22% abstractness (practical, regular)   /   82% introversion (private, quiet in regards to personal matters, seeks out companionship*)   /   22% anxiety (confident, self assured)   /   38% openmindedness (closeminded, set-in-ways)   /   74% independence (loner, craves solitude)   /   74% perfectionism (orderly, thorough)   /   74% tension (stressed, unsatisfied)

[officialleehadan]

Wizard Games

Hello darlings and Happy Monday! The sun is out here in Seattle, and I’m delighting in this perfect Fall day!

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Prompt: Knights of the Round, with Merlin being a brat.

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Lancelot whirled, a snarl between his teeth and hos sword in hand. The enchanted steel cut through the air with a sound that was half-whistle, half-scream.

Unfortunately, all it caught was air.

The Wizard had been shadowing him all morning, ever since their meeting at The Round Table. He and the rest of the knights were staying at the nearby manor house that they mostly left to the historical people. Now and again, however, it served the function its foundations originally held, and housed Arthur’s Knights. 

And Merlin too, damn the man.

Generally speaking, Lancelot hated magic on principal, hated magic being used on him in particulate, and hated Merlin personally.

So naturally, clad in a shirt that changed color ever few minutes, but only when no one was looking, Merlin had been sneaking after him, tugging on his hair, and vanishing so that Lance only caught the slightest glimpse of him as he spun around. 

He was, unfortunately for anyone actually trying to talk to him, on hiss very last nerve and completely inclined to stab first and ask questions later. After a near slice towards Bors, and a slash that would have taken Tristan’s head off, they were giving him some space.

Stabbing the wizard never did any good. In a thousand years, Lancelot had never managed to connect a single blow to the Wizard’s obnoxious head.

“What do you want?” Lancelot snapped at the empty air. He could smell dragon scales and bat guano. Merlin was somewhere in that empty air. “Is it to annoy me? You’ve succeeded. Is it because you want me to do something? Tell me what it is and go away!”

“Shouting at thin air. To think, that sword could split a hair. Or an heir, if you’re feeling bored.”

Verse. Damn him. Merlin was still speaking in verse.

Lancelot tried, unsuccessfully, to stab him again.

It didn’t work. It never did. The attempt did, at least, make him feel marginally better.

“How stabby you are,” Merlin observed, still invisible. His voice came from right behind Lancelot’s left ear, and lance drove his sword back, hoping for the best. “But ever so far. Can you drive a car?”

“Can you drive me insane?” Lancelot demanded, and thrust his sword into the scabbard on his hip. “What do you want, Merlin?”

“A favor, of sorts. The sort of favor that’s just your flavor.”

“Spit it out or I’m going to find out how long it will take to regenerate from a self-inflicted beheading.”

Just over an hour, depending on whether or not he needed to reattach his head, or grow a new one. If he did it up on the tower, he might be able to follow it with a five-story drop, which would buy him another hour or two.

The thought of two hours of peace, even if it was the dead sort of peace, was very appealing, honestly. 

“Ever so dramatic,” Merlin pouted as he appeared, just out of range of Lancelot’s sword, not that it would do any good. His shirt was an eye-searing combination of neon pink squares against an almost-as-neon sapphire blue background. Lancelot winced and tried not to look at him. “I suppose it’s thematic. Find the Lady. You’re her kind of shady.”

“Yeah I hate you too. How am I supposed to do that?” Finding the lady when she didn’t want to be found was impossible. Finding the Lady when she did want to be found was only easy if you were Arthur, and Lancelot distinctly wasn’t. “She’s as difficult as you most of the time.”

“Drown and down and down and drown.”

“Why me?”

“A Lake for Du Lac.”

Hatred or no, Lancelot had to admit that was probably reasonable. The Lady didn’t hold grudges like age-old wizards. He had seen her, always from a distance, once or twice since Arthur died. He probably had the best chance of finding her now, and she definitely had the sword. That or she had already found a new stone to leave it in. 

If she had a new Stone already, Arthur would probably find the Sword before they found him, which would definitely make him a target. Mordred would very happily kill him to get Excalibur. He was still Arthur’s son, and there was a distinct possibility that he could use the Sword.

Lancelot really didn’t want to deal with Mordred and the Sword at the same time, thanks.

“Fine,” he sighed, and scrubbed a hand through his hair. “Are you going to give me a heading or do I get to do this the hard way?”

“Forgo bedding, and a heading you’re dreading may be less upsetting.”

Lancelot looked at Merlin incredulously. “Forgo bedding? Oh no. Don’t tell me the Lady found Guinevere’s reincarnation and left the Sword with her.”

“A lady for a Lady,” Merlin agreed cheerfully, but with the glint of a great deal of still-hot anger in his eyes. Lancelot might try to stab him occasionally, but there were some things Merlin wouldn’t take lightly. Screwing everything up again, literally or metaphorically, wouldn’t go well for him. “Keep your piece in it’s sheath.”

“There are no words for how much I hate you,” Lancelot muttered. “I’m taking Tristan, Bors, and Hector with me. Am I allowed to sleep with anyone or is it only Guinevere I’m forbidden from this time around?”

“Slow learner. Quick burner.”

“You’ll light me on fire if I sleep with anyone?”

Merlin only smiled, which usually meant that yes indeed he would light Lance on fire, and nobody would have a good day. 

“I hate you,” Lancelot said once more for good measure, and glared at Merlin, who only smiled serenely. “Fine. Which direction do I go?”

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Academy Of The Elite Assassins Vol. III Ch. VIII: Myra New Transformation!

[To Myra and Ayame] “We can handle her, however...” “This one is a pain in the neck and a nuisance.” “Something about her seems off...” “What do you mean big sis?” “When we both fought her at the same time, she doesn’t feel anxious or stress at all...” “What’s that have to do with anything big sis?” “Don’t you get it?” “Get what?” “Our attacks are water based, it worked against the other one, but when we attacked her...” “She’s immune to water.” “Wrong.” “What did you say?” “The truth is, Ayame attacks are fire based, very effective in your part.” “However, the real reason your attacks were ineffective because, our magic is identical.” “What!?” (The Twin Serpents scanned Myra and was shocked inn fear.) “She’s the 4th Elite Assassin!?” “Myra Nishikawa, 4th Elite Assassin, Her magic is water, she’s a Leviathan...” “Oh no...” (Myra smirked at them being confident as ever.) “Don’t get cocky just because you’re a Nishikawa!” “You’re forgetting one last thing, Ayame and Natalie aren’t the only Taboo Demons, you’re looking at one right in front of you.” (Myra flies to the top of the sea floating as her aura expanded, her hair glowing sapphire, and her eyes glowing navy blue.) “I’ll show you the true meaning of fear!” (The massive whirlpools surrounded Myra, she begin her transformation of Taboo Demon Knight, the massive power was having both Twin Serpents shook, Ayame was shocked feeling Myra’s power skyrocketing.) [Few Moments Later] “Myra...” (Myra hair was Sapphire, her taboo demon mark on her back, her clothes changed, her sword changed to Triton Excalibur, her left eye neon blue, her right eye sapphire.) (She walked on water heading to her targets direction.) “How can this be possible!?” “There’s no way the likes of you can be one of us!” “I may not be a high rank like Ayame and Natalie but I am above you, I am the taboo demon No. 8, Taboo Demon Knight, Myra Nishikawa.” “I’ll let you attack me.” “Heh, why didn’t you-” “Shh, I’m not finished.” “You can attack me, however, you get 3 turns, if you fail to do so, you will face the consequences.” “Before we kill you, we will tell you our names.” “I am Wendy Wilson.” “I am Karen Wilson.” “Good enough, because that will be the names that will be carved into your caskets when I’m through with you.” (Wendy and Karen growling really furious.) “Ayame, you go ahead to Northwest, I can handle these deadweights on my own.” “Alright.” (Ayame head Northwest where Itsuki and Natalie are located.) “You handle us...” “You got some nerve calling us deadweights you cocky little runt!” “If you’re confident, then give me your best shot, you was talking that hot sh*t earlier, so are you going to fight me or chicken out like a bunch of cowards?” “You take that back!” (To Be Continued)

[cospinol]

PERHAPS.... 24, 33, 68? :3c

:D!

24: wicked blood by sea wolf

we met in the east / poured in like a flood / you’re the whispering kind / dark sapphire blood

aaahhh an early june songgg, hot heavy rain over the mountains, fresh dark green & wet pavement... this song has such a dreamy vibe

33: excalibur by mili

we’ve build a titanium cyborg out of me / so one day the world can be saved by you !

lol i listened to So Much mili this year, this one hits in early march driving to far ends of the city / always kind of going somewhere, shiny & clear out but getting dark

68: the whole of the moon covered by kevin devine

i wandered out in the world for years while you just stayed in your room / i saw the crescent / you saw the whole of the moon

;____; this song makes me so sad in general but this cover Gets To Me in a special way, a hopeful hopeful lonely feeling!! like it really does feel exactly like late march clear w a white daytime moon

[excalibursapphire]

Mother and son. A drawing I made for my digital art class. Pretty much it's a warframe oc and her operator cuddlin and being cute together. Idk it's a thing.

[sonic-macguffin-matchup]

our lineup:

the chaos emeralds

the time stones

the master emerald

the super emeralds

the sol emeralds

the phantom ruby

the warp topaz (IDW)

the tricore (IDW)

the chaos crystals (sonic boom)

the crown jewel (sonic underground)

the lost crystal of power (sonic boom)

the arks of the cosmos (sonic riders)

the fregosi sapphire (sonic boom)

the precioustone (sonic shuffle)

the paradox prism (sonic prime)

the planet eggs (sonic x)

the rock of justice (sonic boom)

the tummel crystal (sonic boom)

the ultragem (fleetway)

the magic lamp (secret rings)

the mysterious/mystic orb

the deep power stones (satam)

the jeweled scepter (sonic rush adventure)

anarchy beryl (archie)

the chaos rings (knuckles' chaotix)

the sword of acorns (archie)

the crown of acorns (archie)

the sword of light (archie)

the ring of acorns (archie)

red star rings (as depicted in the archie comics)

excalibur (satbk)

rings (as depicted in the paramount movies)