#thelastdragonlord

[indioloki]

Words mean nothing to me.. unless you can show me.... Indio #thelastdragonlord #santolavao #nativeindian #taino #indigenous #sance #shaman #21divisiones #vititi #palomayombe #losindio #healer #spiritualist https://www.instagram.com/p/B7Zs9GJpGW7/?igshid=g7h664knpz10

[on-an-adventure-]

So can anyone else hear the dragon (Kilgarah) or must you be born with magic?

[ohmyhawkeyes]

I want to start reading the hawkeye comics but I don't know where I should start. Any suggestions?

Hmn. It depends what sort of thing you’re looking for, really. For his origins I’d say Hawkeye: Blindspot. If you want to see Kickass Ladies ft. Clint, Hawkeye&Mockingbird and Widowmaker are perfect.

If you’re going to read Fraction’s run, definitely start at the beginning, because all the shorter stories that happen tie in to one another later. I do highly recommend you read them, because how Matt writes Clint I think is spot on.

As for other Hawkeye comics, Hawkeye vs Deadpool is good if you’re looking for a laugh, and they always cheer me up.

Because I suck at giving you information, I found a place where it lists most of the Hawkeye comics (but only pre-2012, mind) and you can download them, including the ones I mentioned at the top, for free. It also gives recommendations on what to read, so it’s great if you’re starting out. (it’s also where I got a some of this info for u, so see below)

Download links:

h e r e for older comics

h e r e for Fraction’s Hawkeye

h e r e for the first few issues of Hawkeye vs Deadpool

[theladymorgana-blog]

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Goodbye Letter: 

Merlin, 

I’m sorry I wasn’t able to address this to you in person, but writing will suffice for now. I blame Arthur for taking you on a hunting trip. But onto the topic at hand- I’m leaving Camelot for some time, and my return date has yet to be defined. I fear I may be gone for many months. Uther refuses to tell me the specifics, but I will make sure to send you letters as frequently as possible. I will require updates on the pranks you plan to play on the Prince.

With adoration,

The Lady Morgana

[theladymorgana-blog]

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random: 10. Zombie!AU

Morgana yanked her sword through the corpses flesh, watching it’s rotten guts spill over her sword and the ground below. But it continued to move towards her, frowning, the woman lunged, slicing it’s head in two. She quickly turned on her heel, sprinting towards the old car containing her closest friend.

“Go Merlin!” Her breathe was ragged as she threw the back pack into the rear of the jeep- as she clambered in next to him. Soon they were flying out of a former hot zone. 

Recently, many of the undead had been dying off. Some whispered that it was the end of the The End. That perhaps the humans were closing the chapter on the Zombie Apocalypse. But she and Merlin were still cautious. Thankfully her companion wasn’t as reckless as some of the others in their camp. Morgana wasn’t sure what she would do without him, the pale man was her center. 

[theladymorgana-blog]

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[theladymorgana-blog]

I want the K

2. Cheek Kiss

It was after a particularly rowdy feast that Morgana had decided to leave early. And leave the noble men and women to their drunken devices. As she glided along the stone corridor, she paused looking behind herself to spot the brief form of Merlin ducking behind the pillar. 

Raising a brow she continued, ducking into an alcove. Waiting for the manservant to continue in her steps, and acted as the Lady had expected. Nearly walking past the small space where he and the Lady had plotted their pranks against the Prince- she snatched Merlin. 

“What are you doing Merlin?” The Lady of Camelot asked, a little breathless. Her green eyes briefly roamed his person, assessing his state. Merlin appeared to be completely sober, contrasting the other servants in the hall.

“I… came to make sure you got to your chambers.” The tall man murmured, scratching the back of his neck briefly. His blue eyes hesitantly met her own, slight trepidation seeped through his calm facade. 

She smiled briefly, momentarily touched by his concern. A few of the Lords had been subject to her acid tongue for their wandering gazes and hands. Focusing a bit, Morgana stood straighter “Very well… I’ll allow you to escort me.” Her eyes glinted with mild laughter. 

As the two silently made their way down the twists and turns of Camelot’s castle, the Lady Morgana reflected on the sheer pleasantness of his company. Where between her and Arthur, she found comfort in their bickering- with Merlin she found comfort in him simply being. That thought caused her to mildly flush. 

“We’re here m’lady.” His gentle yet joking voice rang through her ears. Turning, Morgana found him giving her a small, lopsided smile. 

She returned his with a small smile of her own. “I suppose we are.” Her tone was full of wit and challenge, eyes tempting him to rise to the bait. Merlin merely laughed and shook his head. As he moved to bow and speak his goodbyes, the high Lady paused his actions.

“Thank you Merlin.” the dark haired woman spoke with honesty. “It was very honorable.” Morgana knew she had caught him by surprise, evident by the flush spreading upon his high cheekbones.

It was silent for a moment, as he grasped for words to speak. Grinning briefly, the Lady of Camelot leaned forward- their was little space between them. It was only at this moment that Morgan realized that she and Merlin had always tended to stand close to one another- perhaps too close for proprieties sake. But now she was thankful for their physical comfort in one another, as she gently pressed her lips against his cheek. 

Her eyes fluttered closed as Morgana let her lips linger on his cheek. She could literally feel the heat rising to his cheeks. Drawing away from Merlin, to take in his shocked but upturned lips, the woman smiled. “Good night Merlin.” She murmured before slipping back into her room.

[theladymorgana-blog]

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