were...dragon

milk and honey for the signs

aries

if you were born

with the weakness to fall

you were born

with the strength to rise

taurus

my favorite thing about you is your smell

you smell like

earth

herbs

gardens

a little more

human than the rest of us

gemini

you were so afraid

of my voice

i decided to be

afraid of it too 

cancer

when my mother was pregnant

with her second child i was four

i pointed at her swollen belly confused at how

my mother had gotten so big in such little time

my father scooped me in his tree trunk arms and

said the closest thing to god on this earth

is a woman’s body it’s where life comes from

and to have a grown man tell me something

so powerful at such a young age

changed me to see the entire universe

rested at my mother’s feet

leo  

if you are not enough for yourself

you will never be enough

for someone else

virgo  

you look at me and cry

everything hurts

i hold you and whisper

but everything can heal

libra

you might not have been my first love

but you were the love that made

all the other loves

irrelevant

scorpio

you have to stop

searching for why at some point

you have to leave it alone

sagittarius

you deserve to be

completely found

in your surroundings

not lost within them

capricorn

you were a dragon long before

he came around and said

you could fly

you will remain a dragon

long after he’s left

aquarius

every revolution

starts and ends

with his lips

pisces 

to be

soft

is

to be

powerful

My favorite BBC Merlin fact (for which I can’t find the source! I think it’s in s1 commentary) is when they were casting the Great Dragon no one really though John Hurt would agree to this dinky little show with four no-name main actors, but then he was essentially like “hell yeah I want to be a dragon.” And that’s my kind of attitude tbh.

“Vortigern’s fate”

An illustration I wanted to do since almost two years now : young Merlin watching the epic, prophetic fight between the red and the white dragon that were sleeping under the hill on top of which King Vortigern wanted to build his tower.
Arthurian legends and Britain’s mythology are an awesome source of inspiration. AND a great excuse to paint over-the-top dragon fights.

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      “Dragons,” Aemon whispered. “The grief and glory of my House, they were.”
      “The last dragon died before you were born,” said Sam. “How could you remember them?”
      “I see them in my dreams, Sam. I see a red star bleeding in the sky. I still remember red. I see their shadows on the snow, hear the crack of leathern wings, feel their hot breath. My brothers dreamed of dragons too, and the dreams killed them, every one. Sam, we tremble on the cusp of half-remembered prophecies, of wonders and terrors that no man now living could hope to comprehend… or…”
      “Or?” said Sam.
      “…or not.” Aemon chuckled softly. “Or I am an old man, feverish and dying.”

iwantasecretgarden  asked:

oh sorry one more thing so in fourth year Mrs. Weasley knits Harry a Weasley sweater but this time with a DRAGON on it, plus he gets a little dragon model of the Horntail and I just have this headcanon that like most kids with horses and dinos Harry blooms into the "dragon obsessed stage" at 14 but JK just didn't feel like mentioning it. (charlie understands, ron is lowkey mortified since his dragon phase was age 8)

I endorse this headcanon 200%! And while we’re at it, I actually often wonder what happened to that tiny Horntail. Like, where did it go.

“Harry set his tiny model of the Hungarian Horntail on the table next to his bed, where it yawned, curled up and closed its eyes. Really, Harry thought, as he pulled the hangings on his four-poster closed, Hagrid had a point… they were all right, really, dragons…”  

Was it somewhat alive? Did it need to eat? Something tells me that the answer to both of these questions is no and that it was probably an ordinary still model with temporary charms (which will wear off eventually) on it, but I still love this idea of Harry keeping it as a pet and feeding it frogs and mice.

sterek au: landlord!derek and tenant!stiles

based loosely on this gif set and tags, prompt by fin. written for sterekfest! wish i could have written something longer, but i hope you enjoy anyway <3

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Stiles has a mission. He has a mission and a list – a long list that details with bulleted subpoints all the things wrong with his apartment. Sure, he’s thankful for having a roof over his head (if said roof didn’t leak) and at a fair price (which was really the selling point, let’s be honest). But still, Stiles drops most of his measly paycheck on rent every month, and he’d like a place that wasn’t falling apart. That was only fair.

The building meeting is on the fifth floor. When he arrives, there’s only one other guy there, sitting on a blue couch. Stiles immediately heads over to the large window and starts pacing. “I feel kinda bad for the landlord,” Stiles begins, nervous energy buzzing through his limbs.

“Oh?” the man replies.

“Yeah, I’d hate to be in his shoes, being bombarded with complaints all night. But dude, my water pressure’s terrible, three panes in the window are broken and one has a hole in it, my garbage disposal smells like something died inside of it, and that’s just the top of the list.” Stiles spins around and finally looks at the guy on the couch. He’s never seen him around before, and Stiles guesses he could be considered attractive if you find bearded gym rats hot. Stiles refrains from rolling his eyes because the guy is obviously a douche. Just look at those eyebrows.

“What about you? Please don’t tell me your apartment is perfect, but knowing my luck and probably yours, everything works perfectly for you like it always has and I got the shit apartment.” The guy just stares at him and says nothing. Stiles rolls his eyes as he turns back towards the window, mumbling under his breath, “Typical.”

“What’s typical?”

Stiles spins around again, mouth open in exaggerated shock. “Oh, you mean you’re actually going to talk to me? Words finally making sense to you now?”

The man’s mouth pulls down into a scowl. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Stiles rolls his eyes. “Look, I know it pains guys like you to talk to guys like me because it lowers your cool quotient or you only waste your breath on people as hot as you or something, but we do live in the same building. We’re neighbors. I was trying to be neighborly.”

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Hanzo;

※ Hanzo was never sure how his dragons would react to you. They were fierce, loyal, and protective creatures that lived to serve their master(s). He feared that they’d deem you unworthy to be in their presence.

※ It happened when you two were alone, meditating. He was in his usual kneeling position on a soft cushion, his hands resting on his thighs as he relaxed, while you were in the simple Bermese pose.

※ Neither of you knew why it happened but you noticed a shift in the atmosphere and snapped your eyes open. It was a startling feeling, but not a bad one. It was more of a surprise. Your eyes had went to Hanzo to see his arm glowing the bright blue it does when he summons his dragons.

※ That was your first and only warning before two dragons spiraled out of the male and twirled with each other in the air until they were high enough above you both, looking down. They stayed intertwined with each other while they floated aimlessly in the air. They seemed like they were waiting for you to say something.

※ A soft, wonderous, “Oh.” Was all that left your parted lips as you stared at the creatures in amazement. Sure, you’ve seen them on the battlefield but it was always for a split second. Seeing them somewhat up close made them look more majestic and beautiful. You could see the faint blue scales that reflected the lights from the room and their cat-fish like whiskers.

※ As much as you had wanted to shake Hanzo out of his daze you kept him still as you slowly got up to a standing position.

※ The dragons, old and wise looking, were swift to descend down from above and towards you. They seemed curious yet all-knowing. They knew who you were, they’re always aware, and they wanted to personally meet you. The two being never understood why their master was so…hesitant to let them talk.

※ It didn’t take long until the dragons were just above you, staring down, and glossing you over.

※ When they plopped themselves on the ground next to you, careful not to disturb their master, and nudged your hand onto the bridge of their nose did you notice that these dragons weren’t as fierce as they seemed to be.

※ You tried to keep your laughs down, you really did, but their whispers were so ticklish. And when they’d stick their tongues out slightly? You really hand to hold in the childish laughter that bubbled in you.

※ Sadly, your non-relaxed state had broken Hanzo from his meditation, much to his displeasure, and he turned to face you.

※ To say he was surprised would be an understatement. He was shocked, in disbelief, he couldn’t believe his eyes! There you were, giggling to yourself, as his dragons continues to stick their tongues out playfully at you. His dragons. His fierce, loyal, protective dragons, were playing with you.

※ He didn’t disturb you three as you all played. He did feel a rush of relief wash over him as he wondered why he was worried to begin with? He loves you, so it’s only natural that his dragons love you too.


Genji;

※ When Genji would need his sword(s) to be sharpened, repaired, etc., he would always go to you. Hell, he’d even go to you if his armor was messing up or needed a polishing. It was your specialty after all!

※ He never stayed around when you would be working. It’s not that he doesn’t want to be there, he does, but he knows how you love the quiet when you work. “It helps me concentrate!” You told him.

※ When you’d be working he’d be with Zenyatta, meditating or just talking. The conversations linger from him reminiscing about the past, him talking about his day/week, or him talking about you. He always tried to not bring you up into every topic but he couldn’t help himself… Zenyatta was okay with it, though, since he knew about Genji’s play-boy past and how “true-love” was never his thing back then. Him having it now meant that he was growing, and Zenyatta was proud.

※ Now, when you said that you liked the quiet it wasn’t a total lie. You did enjoy it but there was something you enjoyed more. What is it? Well, it’s his dragon of course!

※ The lanky green creature first appeared when you were fixing Genji’s sword for the fifth time in the span of three months. How he manages to bend or break the hilt that many times? You’ll never know. What you did know, though, was that this creature was a lot less terrifying than when it’s on the battlefield.

※ The dragon loved to curl up around your neck like a snake and relax there and, sometimes, you swear you could hear it snoring. It never bothered you but you weren’t sure how Genji would feel with his dragon being so affectionate and open with you.

※ These were delicate, and sacred, creatures that shouldn’t be taken lightly, you knew this but…how can you resist playing with it when it playfully bites your hands to get your attention?

※ Don’t tell anyone but you actually bought a few cat toys for when Genji lends you his sword.

※ Genji only found out when he dropped his sword off and left for, maybe, four minutes until he realized that he forgot to give you his smaller one. He went back over to your little makeshift workshop and walked in on you holding a mouse toy, that was connected to the stick you were holding by a string, above his dragon.

※ He watched in amusement as you quickly turned to look towards him, a bit embarrassed about being caught red handed, while his dragon continued to hover a few inches above the ground before slithering in the air towards the toy, successfully biting onto it this time.

※ While you were at a moments loss Genji strode over to you with an teasing tone to his voice, “Is this why you wanted me to leave the room?”

※ In the end he wasn’t mad, of course not, and joined you in playing with his dragon. It was a great bonding experience for you three.

The back of my phone case has artwork of Solas on it that @nipuni painted cause it’s wonderful and makes me happy.

I was just at my friend’s house and her 3-year-old was looking at my phone. I asked the baby what he thought was on the back of my phone, and he answered confidently, 

“A villain!”

I snatched my phone back and let him know we were no longer friends