#Pirin

[allthingseurope]

Pirin, Bulgaria (by Ivan Dimitrov)

[bunnybird-afk]

Fun Little Merlinverse Language Headcanons

Ok, so we know most of our Merlins are old af, and that most of them have the patience of saints so they usually don't get genuinely pissed off. But could you imagine how funny it would be if they started cussing in 'old' languages when they do snap? Except the languages they use are just normal languages irl.

Like I can so picture Sena seething at someone in Hindi but still keeping composed, only to snap and absolutely drag them in Tamil (like it is a good thing no one understands him otherwise they would not be able to look him in the eye afterwards). Or if he wants to pull the Divine Judgment card in more serious/formal moments he starts calmly lecturing them in Sanskrit putting every ounce of his godly authority behind each word (I think in that moment everyone would understand exactly what he's saying despite not being able to identify individual words).

Meanwhile Celestino (@meepinmeat) just takes a deep breath before slowly but purposefully reading someone to filth in old Latin. People might not understand the words, but they definitely get the gist when they can feel static crackling through the air due to the Archon's rage. ("Well, mark me down as scared and horny"- Valen, probably.)

And imagine everyone's surprise when soft-spoken little Pirin (@yohohonabottle) goes from irritable bat chattering to absolutely intense Slavic cussing, looking absolutely ready to curse someone's entire bloodline as he yells at them in Bulgarian. (Considering how terrifying Pirin's curses actually are, I cannot blame Val, Sinbad and Soren for being terrified of their little bat in that moment.)

As for Magister Starhawk (@fujimomozane), this man looks like he slays so hard. So I can't help but picture him being calm and collected before muttering the most horrendously accurate and specific insults possible under his breath in Ukrainian. (Though Chippy and Hammie were not expecting the magister to very vehemently tell a table to have a stroke after he stubbed his toe.) (Ps, please correct me on this one if I'm wrong. I've heard a friend explain it once irl and I thought it was really funny and in character for Starhawk.)

Meanwhile Korin and Damian are hiding behind Molpe (@mcnana) as she cusses someone out in Spanish for insulting her boys. Like they appreciate the gesture, but they are also absolutely shook considering that she's normally very sweet and soft-spoken. (Imagining Korin covering Damian's ears for this one. Like he doesn't know what's being said, but from Molpe's tone he knows a child probably shouldn't be hearing it.)

Please reblog this with your own Merlins! I'd love to hear your takes. (Especially @magister-violyste and @msbiaxalblanc, since Violyste is fairly young by Merlin standards, and Bellarose is fairly aloof and put-together. Also, Magister Zelda (@fgfirenation) clearly has no problem cussing, but I'd love to hear your take on her going completely feral on someone.)

[yohohonabottle]

The end (Is the beginning)

"I'm a healer, a guider first and foremost. Not a fighter, even if I have the claws, teeth, magic, skills for it....That said." A small smile that turns sadistic, stalking toward the enemies/threats, the atmosphere feeling chillingly cold.

Gravely so.

"I'm not a fighter, no--I'm the Sacrifice, the martyr." Bloodlust, sadistic, morphing into his bat form. "Why else, is death and rebirth so ingrained into my very core?"

The flame-spines feel different. Calling upon the Sun, his own status as the Moon.

Bloodlust.

--And lands his first blow in cruel retaliation, decimating numbers fast.

"You forget, that I play by different rules." (Your place.) His form changes, goes through a white bat, to a wyvern made of smoke and ash that ignite with cracks lining it, a light, flames flicker out through, licking at the charred bones and ash-made skin. Voice a sharp, hissing, breathless rasp that chills to the very bones, the soft rumbling hum of thunder in it prelude. It falls away (It's not supposed to!), crumbles like the very ground of a desert---A phoenix with only vague traits of a bat or wyvern, unfurling its great wings and plumes in all its majesty.

But it feels different, wicked, cruel without the kindness nor serenity. The pinions real flames hot as the sun itself, that ominous sadistic grin still in-place with all those rows of sharp teeth on shameless unapologetic display, preparing to deal one, final, deciding hit.

It billows a stream of smoke through its nostrils and corners of its mouth, growing in size and warping. A dragon.

But not one of tenderness or seeking peace.

"I am the Sacrifice, I am Change, Adaptivity, I am Survival, I.am.Life, I am.the Sun, I.am.War, Desolation, Renewal, I.am...." Those unnerving, terrifying orbs bore into the puny lifeforms of the so called horrors from beyond, that rallied the Hypogeans --Berial knew his own fate, standing face to face on opposing sides with his Batman, duty-bound to join Phraesto, Reinier, Harak and all the rest.

This, is the final, last curtain call.

But the Jester harbored no sorrow, regrets or bad blood and fear of his imminent end.

Only peaceful, quiet pride.

This was the greatest, best performance he could've ever hoped and ask for, the finale a marvelous end to it, to the legend told, to the journey.

And no puny gods nor blundering celestials will ruin it. (A fiery shadow cast upon the ground.) Free(dom).

A happy end.

".....Death."

The Arrow flies down, a lightning striking down.

The dust settles, an empty battleground. No bones, no limbs, no flesh and skin, no ashes. .

....Only a lingering cold yet scorching heat.

A promise of return, and for the cycle to begin anew over and over again as it would for time immemorial.

[windmaedchen-oceanhorn]

Did Bunnybirds Merlinverse Wheel and got this result... my gal Lavinia interacting with @yohohonabottle's Pirin.

Lavinia is just a normal mortal human being, Pirin is definitely not. So if anything, then it would much rather be Pirin adopting HER in a certain sense, because no way it's gonna be the other way round anytime soon. xD

Pirin's character is complex and I have not studied the bat in depth, so I apologise greatly for any misinterpretation.

And when I say Pirin "adopted her", it might more be a temporary thing of "fatherly" protection. For example when she was small before hanging out with Valen, or later when she was alone again in the capital... and again later after the misery incident within the Heroic Order...

ah... I don't know. xD But there might be opportunity for them to actually bond somehow because as far as I can see, there is nothing that would prevent a relationship like that.

[mochiandturtles]

Based off of Bunnibirds Merlin Wheel I forgot to record what I rolled for but basically:

It was to invite Magister Pirin to dance.

I would like to personally apologise to @yohohonabottle if I didn't manage to capture their character perfectly.

So here's a doodle of my Merlin

"I am aware that I'm not as dashing as our handsome knight, but perhaps would you be interested in a dance to pass the time?"

[kajenus]

My part of an art trade with @twoj-stary-var-emreiss :D

[bulgara]

Pirin // Muratov Peak // Balkan // Bulgaria

[kas-e]

Hiking in the Rila Mountains.

[questionsformyocsblog]

' Greetings, Pirin.

I would like to inform you that I've become aware of your struggles and how troubled you are.

It hurts my soul to see such a beautiful, kind and smart individual be in so much pain.

So I'm giving an invitation to you to visit my Mystical House whenever you want to.

I promise you that while you're at my place, no harm will reach you. You'll be able to relax fully without any nightmares plaguing your mind.

It'll be your own safe haven.

Rila may join you on this, but only on two conditions :

- To not cause trouble in any kind of way.

- And to not lie to my face.

As a fallen angel, I can detect lies easily. So let her keep this in mind.

Valen, Sinbad, Alsa and Soren are welcomed as well to visit.

This letter will reach you with the help of a golden mechanical pigeon. My son, Casimir, made these sweet things for this, but you can keep it as a pet if you want to. He doesn't mind it.

Despite them being robotic, they appreciate head scratches and are very cuddly. Also, these adorable birds are great companions to keep around. They'll bring down your stress levels by a lot.

My offer will always be opened for you, so don't feel rushed to answer immediately.

I wish you a great day/night, Pirin.

P. S. : There are two other little gifts for you with the letter. It's a hybrid rose from Dolly's garden. I think it's a mix between between Rosa damascena ( or the Bulgarian name version - Маслодайна роза ) and some kind of a flower with curvy spikes from the Ashen Wastes.

Casimir tried to draw it and he's sending you an artwork of it along with the flower in the letter. Cas also added a few extra things on the drawing.

He hopes the doodles won't bother you.

I hope this present brings a smile to your face. '

From : Magister Zelda 𝔞𝔫𝔡 ℭ𝔞𝔰𝔦𝔪𝔦𝔯

To : Pirin

((Sorry for writing a full-blown fic, V! ^^')) _______________________________________________________-------- The swallows and sparrows outside chirp, caught in a jovial chase, flitting swiftly as the sun's warm rays seep through the window; bathing some of the improvised bookshelves lining the opposite wall in pale light. Seated on the carpeted floor in the corner of his small room within the humble wooden hut he's built over the years, the hunched over 'ghost' blinks blearily. I've almost dozed off again... How long has he been staring at the pages of the book sprawled in his lap again? Twenty minutes? Thirty...? The lines blur into a faceless stream of letters 'slurred' incoherency that barely makes any sense.

Pirin blinks to clear vision, focusing onto the script once more, rubbing at his eye with a hand, a tired held-back sigh-like hum stirring in his throat. There's so much more work to be done-- patrol the territories of the Dark Forest, locate potential rifts and anomalies lingering, write a thorough and extensive report to Merlin with updates regarding his progress on the memory-restoration spell and potion....It's still heavily in testing. Although it feels like the mage has deliberately thrown this specific task as a wild goose chase. Merlin clearly isn't as forgetful amnesiac as he wants others to believe.

More research, go to the market for grocery shopping else the fridge would be empty with nothing for the Songs.. Ingredients for potions...hunt.. A tall pile of letters sits next to his folded legs, all from family and friends, still to be red and replied to. A tap on the window snaps his attention out of the mental checklist, glossy eyes lifting up to stare at the mechanical bird perched on the sill.. Is it...waiting to be let it...? The violet budgie made of stardust snuggled in the crook of his neck and dozing off peacefully stirs, lifting his head to eye the newcomer....And a low, annoyed squawking rumble resonates-- Grumbling like an old grandpa at having his nap ruined. Which he is.

Some kind of noise slips from the other bird, peering inside the room. Slowly rising up from his bookshelf-lined corner, the vampire affectionately cards a clawed finger through the parakeet's cheek feathers, the bird leaning tilting his head contently. "Добре че поне ти чу.. ..Рий-Рий, да не ревнуваш, а душинко~?" The stardust little scamp was too busy enjoying the gentle 'scratches' like a cat, huddled in the crook of his neck. Totally unbothered by the teasing coo. Letting the robot in, 'Merlin' takes the envelope and opens it, taking out the letter as he settles back on his spot to read.

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' Greetings, Magister Zelda. Please pardon my less than eligible penmanship, I hope it still reads well and isn't torturous to the eyes. Please, don't mourn my pains. I appreciate the sentiment, truly...however don't trouble yourself, somber your spirit(s) because of me. Your gracious invitation warms my heart, and will be surely considered with diligence. (I would not bring Rila anywhere, as she is too great of a hazard and listens to none but her own whims. But I will pass on the message to her. ...I fear she would 'invite' herself out of spite and attempt to spar with you, seeing your warning as a challenge-threat. On the note of your messenger: I admire your son's craftsmanship and artistic talent. However I'm afraid I can't keep the pigeon, as Rio and Zhar would not take kindly to the mechanical creation...or accidentally break it while playing and roughhousing. (Zhar being a most likely culprit; he's a rosella you see...was, prior to ascension into a real firebird. His beak is rather strong and he loves to beak rather hard, be it the person he loves or his toys.) As such, poor creation will not survive the hooligan. (I hope he has delivered my letter to you and hasn't given you trouble or your staff. He tends to adore perching atop heads and will randomly burst into 'a fit' before chattering normally.) I will, however, be sure to plant the gorgeous bloom in my garden! ..Ah, the memories, takes me back to when I wandered around Sokol, walking through our garden and studying the roses, the Bleeding heart flowers and lily-of-the-valleys.... Such fond times, even though in truth I experienced them through the Sun. Oh! Also the times I'd climb the apple trees in our orchard too! Best spot to relax, within the leaves and bloomed boughs, watching the clouds drift by and nap.. I'm rambling, sorry, I don't know what's gotten to me as of late. (^^')'

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The letters are starting to blur and slur into one endless scribble again, vision unfocused. For the tenth time today, the world falling away to muffled fuzzy shapes of color-- His hearing betrays him, not registering the soft knock on the front door or the jovial call of familiar clear, ringing tenor, a nickname on the man's lips. The door creaks ever so slightly, footsteps padding on pelt-- it makes no sense. A warm, soft and slightly calloused palm carefully lands on his shoulder. Two familiar presences-- A knight, and a son of the desert. ("You've been going on a sleepless streak again, I see. You know you should really mind your duty-downtime balance more, right? It's seriously not good for your, already not ideal, health.") ("..Hm. So that's why we've been left on radio-silence this month. Makes sense. ...What a mess.") Eying the scattered books on the floor and parchments full of formulas, notes, calculations and... some hasty scribbles that hardly make much sense, the normally perfectly tidy room is.. Well it's like a hurricane flew through. Something that 'Pops' would freak out over if sober, given how much of neat-freak he is-- Always all about everything being perfectly in-line, organized by alphabet and also from left to right for the books and trinkets on the shelves; blank papers at the top of the bookshelf in the middle- opposite of the bed, a note specifically emphasizing this order tacked on. Letters next to that pile, documents on the blank-heap's right.

And can't forget how the bed must always be fixed, no wrinkles to the blanket, pillows or mattress. (Don't know why it's so important, but that's just something the Jinni does.) Now all of that is just wrong. Vanya would loose his shit if he sees this.

The teen's eyes flicker back to the 'zombie' on the floor, glossy-eyed and mumbling something under his breath. It sounds like gibberish of a madman. A few snippets are coherent...kinda. "...finish letter, answer....potion..Boss...much.. work"

"Alright, I'll tidy up here. You take the idiot to the couch." "Sounds fine by me. Holler if you need extra hands?" "Mhm."

.....

Seated on the sofa with a slumbering night nymph is his arms, Valen reads over the two letters...Then picks up the quill and inkwell he'd moved over to the living area from the other room. The sound of soft scratching on parchment fills the air besides the quiet shuffling, free hand gently carding through the disheveled silk.

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'Also ''Hello" from me too. I actually took over writing this letter- my Dove was very reluctant, but I managed to coax him into taking a nap. (Sheesh, emulating his handwriting is like pulling out the legendary Excalibur! I'm trying my best--) Anyway, I can confidently speak on his behalf when I say thank you, for your generous offer, and invitation. (Although Vanyusha really worries we would be potential anomalies in your realm and cause some form of damage.. I hope it's just paranoia talking, and in the event it is true, happens--I apologize on behalf of my teammates and my own, for any issues caused in advance. Unfortunately, due to being a terrible workaholic, he'd likely not take you up on it--Too busy with something, or more like somethings, all the time. As such, I would be glad to visit (and take Vanya along), as his personal knight. (Almost forgot to say 'hi' from Soren as well! Although he'd probably add his own two cents when he's done fixing up the room. It was in complete disarray- No need to give our Angel a heart-attack.) We got worried and came over, right in the nick of time as it seems. ....I sincerely hope he'll let himself rest every now and then. Regardless, I'm starting to ramble, so I'll call it a day here. (I mean, there's almost no space on the parchment for Soren's snippet.. Whoops!)'

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Finally done tidying up the room and bringing it to its former order....as best he could, the warrior grins with arms crossed over his chest. It's nowhere near Pirin's level of orderly, but it's not a half-assed effort either. He'll fix his room to his liking later.

Padding back into the living area, the sight makes him roll his eyes. At least he's happy and not treated like shit. Approaching the desk with the letter, Soren reads it over, snorting at some parts, then the other one. At last, he picks up the quill and puts his scratchy, messy, jumbled penmanship on display with all of its grammatical errors. Out of all clanmates, Alsa is the only one who can properly write and read Lightbearer-lingo. It was about roughly three or six months ago, when he himself finally caved in to her pestering. And picked up learning how to read and write like a Lightbearer, thanks to Pirin's teaching. ..Plus some old languages on the side, namely Bulgarian and tiiiiny bit of French. (Poor Vanya had tried to teach Spanish, but just like French, that lingo just flew right over his head. And didn't wanna bother.)

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'Hi, Soren writing this part. I guess I wanna say thank you for the invitation too. Valen said best i got nothing else to add. i dont promise to visit, might just drag Little Finch over though, i dont know. if busy then its Valen, if no action then yea I'll stop by or that idiot will do something stupid. Ludovic got a chance to accompany him/Berial too i still dont get whats up with their thing. (I only recently was taut to write and rid. red?? reed???? look at letters and get them. exquse my shit gramar and punctuation. Lightbearer language suck. okey thats all bye. P.S? is this how you call it? : Vanyo attached a vial of numbing-calming potion saw his notes- it helps with all kinds of pain and heals + calms both injuries, pain and mind. He didnt actually attach i did but ya u get the gist. -Soren, Valen & Little Finch'

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"Zhar!" -Immediately, a firebird-rosella emerges with a lively squawk of his own name, wings beating rapidly and the wind sways his fringe. The parrot lands onto the warrior's head, still squawking enthusiastically 'Zhar! Zhari!', making 'Uuooh!' noises and a click.

With a deadpan, Soren lifts a hand-- and sweeps it over the crown of his head where the lil hooligan perches. The bird makes a small 'Te-tee!' noise as if in protest but steps onto his finger anyways. And he lowers the parrot down, Zhar blinks up at him with that innocent 'no thoughts in that head' curious look...then cranes his neck up and rises on his tiptoes in a way, head tilted to the side. 'Uh!' "Yeah, yeah. Now listen up-- Here's the letter -don't drop it- and you'll give it to a woman called Zelda. Got it?" The rosella only eyes him with that same stare, then tries to beak his hand but he gently catches his beak, earning himself another 'Te-Tee!' and a flap of wings. "Not so fun, uh?" Placing the rolled up letter into the firebird's beak, the Mauler sharply raises his arm. And Zhar flies off, wings making loud fluttering noise and wind.

[deadunicorn1]

[itsawayofliving]

[browsethestacks]

Goals

THE BIRDCAGE (1996) dir. Mike Nicholls

[bunnybird-afk]

Merlinverse Interactions Game

Hey, y'all! So I had an idea for a fun little community-building exercise for the Merlinverse, just to help us all interact and get more familiar with each other and our OCs.

Basically, this link will take you to a site where you spin two wheels, one with an interaction prompt and the other with the name of a Merlinverse OC. You can then either make a post about how you think the interaction will play out (can be a short-fic, drabble, general thoughts, headcanons, whatever you want), or you can chat to the creator of that Merlin and have fun discussing the idea with them (you don't have to post a summary of the Merlins' interaction, but I think it'd be fun to see). You can participate even if your Merlin isn't on the wheel, though if you'd like them to be added feel free to reach out.

To make these interactions easier to find please use the tags #merlinverse, #merlinverse interactions and the tags for the ocs involved in any post you make (tags under cut).

Rules:

Be respectful of your fellow creators, don't harass anyone.

Be mindful that the person you're chatting to may be busy and unable to respond quickly.

No NSFW or sensitive topics unless you and the person you're chatting to have BOTH agreed to it (please add the appropriate warnings to your post too).

Just have fun!

Participating Merlins:

Sena (@bunnybird-afk, #magister sena) Celestino (@meepinmeat, #magister celestino) Violyste (@magister-violyste, #magister violyste) Pirin (@yohohonabottle, #pirin, #magister pirin) Molpe (@mcnana, #magister molpe) Zelda (@fgfirenation, #magister zelda) Starhawk (@fujimomozane, #magister merlin starhawk) Lavinia (@windmaedchen-oceanhorn, #dame lavinia) Rose (@afkhowstrange, #magister rose) Scylla (@confusedeldritch, #magister scylla) DK (@gloriousrebirth, #magister dk)

Feel free to let me know if you have any prompt ideas, want me to change your Merlin's tag, or if you want your Merlin added to the wheel.

[yohohonabottle]

Or! Finch playing with proportions and how to convey age.

Soren and Pirin aging up concept

Soren as an elder looks bit like uncle Iroh.. I might redo Pirin's teen and kid version later but for now this is it.

A better picture of Soren. Based the beard and eyebrows on Orson. (Aand once again Soren as a young man looks like Hiccup a bit. smh)

[veemmeev]

[allhailhu4l]

Pirin. It does a body good!

THE BIRDCAGE — 1996, dir. Mike Nichols