A list of magic weapons and items specially designed with fighters in mind.
Beacon of Heroism
Wondrous Item (neck), Rare, requires attunement by a fighter
A gold amulet with an amber gem clasped by a dragon claw. When you use your Action Surge, all enemies in a 40 ft. radius that can see you must make a CON saving throw with a DC of 15 or become blinded for 1d4 rounds.
A belt of deflection comes in three different materials, each with a slightly different property.
Snakeskin: The wearer has resistance to piercing damage.
Tiger Fur: The wearer has resistance to slashing damage.
Rhino Leather: The wearer has resistance to bludgeoning damage.
Cape of the Oracle
Wondrous Item (back), Rare, requires attunement
A knee-length, rectangular purple cape with intricate swirling patterns converging on a large central eye motif. The cape alerts the wearer’s intuition whenever an attack comes from their rear. Flanking attackers do not gain advantage on attack rolls against the wearer, and simply being behind the wearer does not grant advantage as if the attacker was unseen.
Magic Weapon (warhammer or maul), Very Rare, requires attunement
A heavy hammer with a head that looks like a giant ram’s horn, with the cross-section of the base forming the front face of the hammer. The weapon is treated as a +1 magic weapon. Whenever the attuned creature hits an enemy with the hammer, the creature must make a STR saving throw with a DC of 16 or be knocked backward 5 ft. On a critical hit, the creature is automatically knocked back 15 ft. and falls prone.
A pair of supernaturally heavy gloves that look and feel like lead, yet are malleable as leather. While wearing the gloves, the attuned creature deals 1d6 base damage when making unarmed attacks with their fists. Also while wearing the gloves, spellcasters have a 25% chance that any spell that they cast fails. This damage does not stack with other bonuses to unarmed damage such as from a monk’s Martial Arts feature or the Tavern Brawler feat.
Magic Weapon (any), Rare
This weapon is wreathed in a set energy type chosen when the item was created. Variations include fire, cold, lightning, thunder, acid, poison, necrotic, and radiant. The energy is visible but can be dismissed as a free action. When the weapon’s wielder hits with an attack, the weapon deals a bonus 1d4 damage of the energy type.
Energy Burst Weapon
Magic Weapon (any), Very Rare
This weapon acts like an Energy Weapon (see above) but on a critical hit it deals 1d4 energy damage of the same type to all enemies within 5 ft. of the enemy struck.
Energy Blast Weapon
Magic Weapon (any), Very Rare
This weapon acts like an Energy Weapon (see above) except once per short rest, the wielder can speak the command word and use an action to fire a 60 ft. line of energy of the same energy type. Creatures in the area of effect must make a DC 14 DEX saving throw to try and dodge it. Creatures that fail their save take 8d6 energy damage or half that much damage on a successful save.
Magic Weapon (any melee), Uncommon
Once per short rest, this weapon’s range increases by 5 ft. for one round.
Gauntlets of Inevitability
Wondrous Item (hands), Rare, requires attunement
A pair of metal gauntlets studded with tiny claws on the back of the hand. They seem to guide your hands towards those trying to escape you. Creatures taking the disengage action to move outside of your threatened area still provoke an attack of opportunity as if they had not used the disengage action.
This bucket helmet has a single opal in the center of the forehead. The wearer has blindsight but only with a range of 5 ft.
Magic Weapon, Uncommon
This weapon in its basal form is a glob of silvery clay. With a command word, the wielder can cause it to change its shape into any nonmagical weapon that the wielder can imagine. Regular rules for proficiency apply when wielding a weapon. The weapon still counts as magical when taking the form of a nonmagic weapon.
Pauldrons of Wailing
Wondrous Item (shoulders), Rare, requires attunement by a fighter
These shoulder guards are made of iron and depict screaming ghouls with sharp teeth. When the attuned creature uses their Second Wind ability, all creatures in a 10 ft. radius must make a DC 17 WIS saving throw or become frightened for 1 round.
Magic Weapon (any Finesse weapon), Very Rare
This weapon is bright silver and sparkles with veins of blue light. The weapon is treated as a +1 magic weapon and when the wielder lands a critical hit, the hit becomes a regular hit and then the wielder gains another attack immediately afterward against a creature within 5 ft.
Sandals of the Surging Waves
Wondrous Item (feet), Rare, requires attunement by a fighter
This set of calf-height sandals are patterned with undulating strips of tough fish leather lined with satin. When the attuned creature uses their Action Surge, an illusory surge of water follows you in your wake. Until your next turn, your movement does not provoke attacks of opportunity and creatures you pass through must make a DC 15 STR saving throw or be knocked prone.
Wondrous Item (head), Rare, requires attunement by a fighter
A gold crown with a starburst motif at its front depicting rays of light emanating from a rearing lion. When the attuned creature heals themselves with their Second Wind ability, all allies within 20 ft. of the creature heal for an equal number of hit points.
This blade produces two spectral duplicates, one red and one blue, that float a few feet away from each other with a command word. The weapon itself is a +2 weapon. When the attuned creature makes an attack against a creature with the Trifold Blades, they may also choose to let the attack affect a creature to their immediate left and immediate right. The secondary attacks use the same roll as the original attack against the new targets’ AC. The shadowy blades can be withdrawn as a free action.
Wheel of Pain
Magic Weapon, Very Rare, requires attunement
This thin wheel has spikes emerging from its circumference. The wheel can be used as a martial melee weapon with 1d8 slashing base damage. The wheel can also be thrown up to 30 ft. away to deal similar base damage. Once thrown, the wheel spins wildly in place and obeys the attuned creature’s mental commands. The wheel can be moved up to 30 ft. as a bonus action on the attuned creature’s turn, attacking all creatures’ spaces it travels through. The wheel can only move in a straight line in this way. When the wheel attacks a creature in this way, it uses the attuned creature’s proficiency modifier plus their CHA modifier for the attack roll, and the CHA modifier for the damage roll. If not commanded in any way, the wheel spins in place and threatens the space it is in. The wheel will stop moving if the attuned creature wills it to stop, or after 5 rounds.
Pure unadulterated terror courses through Alec’s veins the moment the institute lights up with heavenly light.
He books it towards the op centre, running faster than he ever has in his entire life (without the help of a speed rune, anyway) and skitters to a halt at the sight of the dead downworlders that cover the floor.
He steps through them gingerly, glancing around as he recognises seelies and werewolves, before looking up at his parabatai; Clary and Simon right behind him.
He barely hears what any of them are saying, too distracted by Jace’s distraught expression, the sudden fear and oh god, where’s Magnus?
With my thumb on the bottom of your lip I drag my finger down your chin. I am inches away from you when I tell you that you are a collage of everlasting beauty. I peer into your soul and almost instantaneously I know that it is rare, like a silk canvas of chaos that I want to wrap myself in. I whisper that the veins on your body are textured light blue strokes from the bristles of God’s paintbrush, and I swear, the second the sun hits your skin you are nothing short of a mosaic of tones; every hill and every dip akin to pure and illuminated elegance.
Prompt: Winteriron, "You're surprisingly warm for someone called the Winter Soldier"
This is cute!
Tony sneezed; once, twice. A chill runs up his spine and across his shoulders. It’s currently smack dab in the middle of winter and, despite the heat being circulated throughout all the rooms in Avengers Tower, he still feels cold. He has long since ditched his jeans and well-worn AC/DC tank top for sweats and a hoodie. At this point, he is contemplating gloves or just going to bed.
Cranky, Tony more or less storms his way towards the kitchen on the main floor for a cup of coffee. He’d do hot chocolate, but FRIDAY informed him that Clint drank the last bit earlier that day and didn’t inform anyone. Now the streets were covered in thick blankets of snow and no service would be willing to deliver in this sort of weather. Not that Tony wanted them too. Safety of one’s self and all that.
“Barton’s a lazy ass,” Tony mumbles to himself while shoving his hands, aching from the cold, into his hoodie’s front pocket. “Could have said something.”
It’s nearing midnight now and he had been in the workshop juggling a new circuit board while taking calls left and right from Pepper and Rhodey. Pepper staying in California (that lucky lady!) and Rhodey visiting family overseas, but both making time to talk to him.
Most, if not everyone, has retired for the day. A sort of sleepy mood taking over the superhero residence as the snow drifts from the sky. Steve mentioned something about everyone playing in the snow sometime tomorrow. Probably after breakfast. Clint and Thor were instantly down with that. Natasha only grinned and Bruce offers a small smile. Then there was Barnes who didn’t react much to the idea of being out in the “snowy wonder” as Steve called it. Tony, however, passed almost as quickly as it was brought up.
Snow is cold and wet. Two things Tony hates very much. But at Steve’s fallen face, Tony offers a list of Christmas-themed movies they could watch together. And relaxes when Steve accepts.
Upon finding the kitchen, Tony doesn’t bother turning on the light. It’s his tower. He designed it piece-by-piece and knows where everything is located. Even so, some light is supplied from the hallway right outside the kitchen. Just enough that he can see his coffee maker and just a bit beyond that.
Coffee going, Tony turns to the fridge to grab the milk. Opening it up, he scans the inside.
“We’re out of milk too?” Tony groans.
“It’s on the table.”
Tony jumps. Anxiety coursing through his veins, he turns around and, with the light from the fridge, sees Barnes sitting at the table with a bowl, the new box of Fruit Loops, and the jug of milk.
“Jesus Christ, Barnes! Warn a guy, would ya?!” Tony snaps while closing the fridge.
“FRIDAY, kitchen lights at 25 percent.”
A dim, almost orange, light is suddenly cast over the kitchen. With the light, Tony is now staring at a shirtless Barnes in Bugs Bunny pajama pants who just casually spoons more cereal into his mouth.
“Why are you eating in the dark, Barnes?”
Barnes shrugs. “Got good sight.”
“Oh, well. Warn a guy next time, please.”
Tony blinks. “Right. Well, carry on.” He takes the milk from the table and sets about making himself the perfect cup of coffee all while Barnes chills at the kitchen table eating cereal.
When he’s done, he turns back to the table to Barnes frowning at the box in his hands.
“Uh, what’s wrong?”
“The cereal is all gone.” He ends with a pout.
Tony blinks because that shouldn’t look cute. He blames Barnes’ floppy long brown hair and five o’clock shadow.
“Get another box?” Tony suggests.
“This was the last of that kind.”
“Get a different box?”
“But I liked this one,” Barnes mumbles while scowling at the box like it is the most offensive thing in the world.
Tony’s mouth twitches into a smile.
“Okay, well, I’m gonna’ go watch pre-recorded episodes of Iron Chef America so you’re welcomed to join if you want.” And he walks out of the kitchen.
Moments later, Barnes shuffles out of the kitchen to observe the living room. There’s only an available seat next to Tony. All the other seats were covered in the team’s junk. He tentatively sits next to Tony, back ridged from the close proximity.
“Chill out, snowflake. I won’t bite…unless you’re into that.”
And just like that, Barnes sags into the couch next to Tony. They sit there for nearly an hour when Tony shifts closer. It’s close to 2 AM when Tony just straight up presses against Barnes.
“Something wrong, Stark?”
“You’re surprisingly warm for someone called the Winter Soldier,” Tony replies all mysterious like.
Barnes blinks once, twice, thrice, and then he’s laughing. Tony blinks up at him, sees the mirth in his eyes, and finds himself grinning.
“Whatever you say, Stark.” He brings his arm up and wraps it around Tony’s shoulders and pulls him closer.
Y/N: Late night angst strikes again! I thought about this song and story all day at work. I’m still working on my multiple series, but needed a little change of pace. I’ve also been missing Steve lately. I was reminded of Chris Evans’ advice about his noisy brain so I included that. This got a lot darker than I anticipated. I have no idea how it’ll be received, so let me know your thoughts. I adore you all!! <3
Wincing at the unusually loud noise, you exited the elevator and tiptoed barefoot down the hallway toward your room. Rounding the corner, you placed a hand to the side of your head, hoping the incessant pounding would subside soon. You snuck forward quietly, high heels dangled from your other hand with a clutch purse wedged under your arm. At least you remembered to grab your purse this time.
“Have a nice time last night?”
You cringed. Only ten feet away from your room, you heard the one voice you hoped not the hear coming from the one man you were avoiding. Straightening up from your sneaking position, you slowly turned toward the voice.
“Aries: The fire and blood of a dragon runs through your veins, and it takes only but a spark to light your fuse. Your soul is an inferno, that wanders through the night, wailing like a lonesome wolf. You are a force to be reckoned with, with your tempting, but destructive beauty. You have the ability to scorch even Earth itself, with just one single glance. You, my dear, are built out of gold, one of the most rarest and beautiful things to find in life. Never lose your flame, for you will lose nothing but yourself.”
“Taurus: You have flowers blooming through your soul, even in the most darkest and hidden parts of you. You illuminate a brightness, brighter than the sun, with your silent radiance. People are memorized by the power behind your voice, as the honeyed taste of spilling love falls from your lips. You are nature itself, grounded and tough, but pleasuring and lush, like the trees around you. You are the healer, kissing people’s wounds, with your undying love. For you are hard-headed, but not hard-hearted.”
“Gemini: You are the unusual, the chameleon soul, changing your colors, due to your inner indecisiveness, that is as wide as the ocean. Your eyes are like stained glass windows, holding many colors that represent the wide range of emotions that you hold. You are the soft skin your lover craves to caress, the skin that smells of lilac and sunflowers. Your deception is playful and freeing, for you are a sharp-tongued lover. Darling, you are a safe haven, a home, and anyone who dares to entangle their soul with yours, will be changed forever.”
“Cancer: You are the nurturer at heart, the one that keeps lovers safe in soft silks. Your soul is bathed in moonlight, while your tears ripple in the crystal oceans of your collar bones. The blue-dark belongs solely to you, and your soft hands part the dark, letting the light shine through for everyone to be entranced by you. With beauty as dangerous as a knife, and love like a double-edged blade, You are the moon, the keeper of night.”
“Leo: You are the vibrant goddess of the day, with skin as gold as the sun, bringing hope to the sunrise. Unconditional love brews inside of your photosynthetic heart, with the ability to keep people alive with a burning desire. You are sharp-tongued and made of broken glass and honesty, which is to be admired throughout your life. There are heartbeats in your eyes that shine so brightly, you are to be mistaken for the sun itself. You are so much more than all of your sins and mistakes, and all of the tears that stain your radiant eyes, will soon turn to gems.”
“Virgo: You, my love, are a flower born in the heart of a drought. Your skin is made of lace and silk, for you are fragile thing, to be handled with love and care. But deep in that pure soul of yours, lays ardent thoughts and dangerous beauty. The scars across your heart shall fade like a distant storm, for you are a soul seeker, a searcher, most importantly, a human. You are a gentle nymph, singing lovers into a trance, for you are as lovely and ethical, as a faery song.”
“Libra: For you are a bed of roses, with your crimson petal lips and china doll cheeks. Sometimes you are as bright as the day, Sometimes you are as dark and mysterious as the night, you keep people on their toes, waiting for your next move. You are beauty, in the way that humans so rarely are, warm and starry eyed, for you truly are the child of Venus. You love with the strength of a storm, but with the kindness of a child. Darling. you are the oxygen that everyone needs.”
“Scorpio: Silver raindrops drip from your lips like stars in the sky, with hips like a hurricane and a soul to match. You are the body electric, the midnight dancer, with passion that is to not be confused with arrogance. You are a supernova, the explosive rebirth, with a smile that crafts magic. So many layers and colors you hide, contained in your electric heart. You seep poison into the veins of those who hurt your loved ones, for your undying passion and love knows no bounds.”
“Sagittarius: You laugh and smile in sunbeams, for you are ready to burn through the darkness of the night. Your everlasting light is buried in the softness of love, but the untamed dark lingers through your soul. You, yourself, are a religion, a dreamer, but as dark and deep as the midnight ocean. You are so in touch with the earth all around you, for you have stars in your eyes and moon dust in your hair. You are a warrior, a light, a fire.” “Capricorn: You, my love, are the definition of inner strength. Beyond the hunger of your golden dreams, a softness remains. Your soul is a work of art, so bold and unique, everyone wants a part of you. tease, touch and dark, love is something special, and you treat it like gold. There are sparkles in your doe eyes, and your touch entrances people, with the undying mystery and ferocity in every stroke of your love.”
Aquarius: You are made of nocturnal oracles and burning stars, the brightest stars from all the heavens. Your brilliant mind is as wide and colorful as the aurora borealis, and oh, what I’d do to get lost in it for eternity. Your heart bleeds in water colors, for you are the ocean itself, keeper of the lively tides. The bruises that paint across you skin are like galaxies, for you are fully made of star dust.”
“Pisces: You are the galaxy in the skin of a human, the owner of the sky. Your bruised mouth speaks an intoxicating type of love, for you are a sweetheart, a seductress. Your starving soul is desperate to wrap around another, for you find beauty in the broken. Your mystical and rose colored aurora draws admirers in, for you, yourself are the unknown. Darling, you leave a trail of stars wherever you go, for you a wanderess of the night.”
Summary: (College!AU) In which you’re too stressed to get any schoolwork done so Bucky offers an alternative plan.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 2,370
A/N: An anon requested The reader is really stressed and Bucky helps her calm down. It’d be cool to see them clean the kitchen together and joke around. This occurs between “The Little Things (Part One)” and “The Little Things (Part Two)” I should be doing work and preparing for finals, but I was too stressed so I wrote this instead
You stare at your textbook, willing the words on the page to somehow become more interesting. When they don’t, you move the book from the table onto your lap in the hopes that this new angle will help you absorb what you’re reading. After you catch yourself skimming over the same paragraph for what is now the third time in a row, you slam the textbook closed in frustration.
Midterms are upon you and what you should be doing is studying for the exams you have this week. Unfortunately for you, your brain is not in compliance with this plan. It wants nothing to do with the study guides, outlines, and index cards you’ve created. You had hoped that switching gears and reading straight from your textbook might work, but that attempt failed just as badly as the rest.
You lean forward and rest your forehead on the edge of the cool, wooden table as hopelessness and frustration overwhelm your senses. The last thing you should be doing right now is nothing, and yet, nothing is all you can bring yourself to do.
Baekhyun has a presence that can light up the stage. His adorable personality and dorkiness captures the hearts of millions of fans. He loves his fellow members and always appreciates and shower them with love especially Yixing (Baekxing for life!). His great sense of variety and amazing vocals are only a few reasons why he’s so talented. I hope Baekhyun will never lose his beautiful smile and laugh. Let’s give him the love he deserves! We are one!
“The drag of your hand across my chest sparks a blaze my lips cannot extinguish
You, stubborn inferno
You drive fast and damn the red lights for slowing you down
You see my veins shake at your first touch
The power to move my blood on your own accord
The definition of heart
And after the stick shift jerk
I beg my skin to do tricks
Like forget how good it feels to lose control
Between the burning house
Of your hands”
there are butterflies resting along your spine. you look up and smile at me, golden curls bouncing slightly in the breeze. i feed you a sweet little confection and you reward me with a sweeter smile, your tongue hot against my fingers now.
your lips, that delicious pout, the scent of you, the sight of you laying naked on a picnic blanket drives me insane with want.
when i touch you, it feels like sunlight streaming through my veins, lighting up every nerve. you finish sucking on my fingers, leaving them wet. god, i need to be inside you so badly. i love your shallow little gasps and clenched thighs, the way you grind down on my fingers desperately.
i replay your moans in my head for days afterward.
she cannot tame the chaos within a million fairy lights exploding into wildfires through her veins alight she looks like a city from the sky iron coursing through her all she remembers is life waking from eternal sleep the beauty awakened with sweet spring’s kiss
Date a wanderer with a whisper of divinity, one who comes from everywhere all at once and nowhere at all. Who hears the call of the sky, but loves the feeling of the ground under their feet. Who feels at home in the rain and the sea, but has veins filled with fire. Who dances in the light of the sun, but rests in the shadows. Who is pulled to every corner of the universe, but always returns to earth. Who walks among humans, but is no more connected to humans than they are to creatures of the void, the veil, the astral, or anywhere else. Who flirts with death, but clings to life. Who has never been quite sure if they exist, or what existing even is.
Part of your big spring break plans involve going to the costo where you can get all that shit they don’t carry anywhere up here.
Being able to ethically source your food AND reduce your grocery bill because FARM CO-OPS ARE AMAZING.
Rez Dog is a Real Breed and your Eurocentrism can eat my ass Linda.
Wind Chill Factor? You mean people live in places without constant wind???? that sounds fake but ok?
Meeting your flatlander friends at the airport and driving straight into the mountains to the highest point you can to see what altitude they pass out at.
Blaming literally EVERYTHING on the Altitude. “This weather is weird” “It’s the altitude”/”This steak tastes great!” “It’s the altitude”/ “My husband is a lyin’ cheatin’ son of a bitch” “It’s the altitude.”
In a similar vein, all precipitation from a light drizzle to six feet of snow is greeted with “we need the Moisture”
The four seasons are Winter, Still Winter, Those Two Nice Weeks In May, Tourist and Fire.
Being able to identify animal tracks not because you were in scouts but because you want to know what knocked over the dumpster and spread trash all over the parking lot this week.
The Ravens are practically citizens of your town and better customers than most humans.