#kara sulema

[7yd1a]

Everyone should play DragonFable there's a Wizard Polycule in it

Bonus (The Hero) :

[tomixslefttoe]

Kara SuLema: Oh, Jaania, I never doubted you for a moment!

Jaania: Thank you, Kara. You’re lying, though, right?

Kara SuLema: Yes, I am. I doubted you very strongly.

[theloverofdragons]

“You know you need to sit still for this, right?”

“Contrary to popular belief, Mira, I am capable of doing so.”

“Look all I’m saying is I remember a certain someone saying she doesn’t like to go too long without, quote, ‘stretching her wings’.”

“…I will concede that you’re correct there,” Quenelda pouted slightly, eyes flicking up to look at her sister standing behind her in the mirror, brows furrowed slightly as she wove strands of blonde hair together. “Are you going to tell me what style you have planned?”

“It’s a surprise,” Mira replied, not breaking her focus but the corner of her mouth quirking up slightly. “Trust your sister.”

“Usually when you say that, you’re about to do something reckless.”

“…I promise I’m not going to do something reckless. Aegis would kill me.”

“As would I, my beloved sister. Where is Aegis by the way?”

“He’s either making sure the ice sculptures don’t melt, or distracting Draco.”

“So having his ankles attacked?”

“Having his ankles attacked. What about Two Gulps?”

“Hmm,” Quenelda closed her eyes and reached out through the bond with her battledragon, getting the sense of swooping through the trees. “He’s actually stretching his wings, and probably keeping an eye out for any…uninvited guests.”

Mira snorted slightly as she finished one braid and looped it around to connect to three others. “If anyone even thought about it, they’d be fools. I’m pretty sure your wedding is better defended than Alteon’s castle.”

“Ha! You’re right there, we have got the World Destroyer and Saviour, the Great Ice Dragon, a battledragon and the Primary Dragons themselves here, not to mention several…fairly accomplished other guests.”

An actual smile, not her Hero Smile, bloomed across Mira’s face (Avatars knew Quenelda was one of the few people who could cause it) as the sisters laughed together before her expression became slightly more somber. “I…I saw you’d laid a seat for Celestia.”

Quenelda bit her lip and went to nod before remembering that she had to sit still. “Yes… In a way, it feels like she can still be here for the wedding…”

Mira became more focused on the braid she was currently doing, trying to swallow down the conflicting emotions that always rose up when Lady Celestia was mentioned (she’d pulled Mira out of the dirt, was the first one to love her, but she’d put a sword in her hand and asked her to be a Hero…) that she was suddenly pulled out of when she felt a hand cover hers, and looked up to see Quenelda’s eyes looking into hers in the mirror, her expression soft in a way she only reserved for the ones she loved so dearly, Vilmor and Two Gulps and Celestia and Elysia and…and Mira.

Quenelda, who met Mira before she was The Hero and loved her anyway, who’d grabbed on with both hands and didn’t let go.

Making sure the braid she was working on was secure enough, Mira turned her hand over and squeezed her sister’s hand, before resuming working on braiding her hair as the two sat in a comfortable silence until Mira stepped back in satisfaction.

“Done!”

Quenelda made an approving rumble as she turned her head from side to side, examining the braids woven to form a wreath at the back of her head, the rest of her hair flowing down her back and over her shoulders. “It’s perfect Mira, thank you so much. Heh, we’ve come a long way from the early hairstyle attempts in Sunbreeze Grove, haven’t we?”

“Yeah, we have…” Mira paused for a moment before pulling her sister into delicate hug. “I’ll see you out there.”

“You too.”

Despite it being her wedding day, that didn’t mean she was above teasing her sister a little. “And after all that pining you and Vilmor did. What was it you said? Friendship is good?”

“Oh very funny. Tell me Mira, how is Kara SuLema?”

“I’m LEAVING, GOODBYE,” Mira announced, making a very dignified exit, her sister’s laughter echoing behind her.

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For @pantsless-glowboy-stan who requested: mira braiding quenelda's hair for her wedding

The hairstyle I was picturing Mira doing for Quenelda is this by the way 😊

[philosopherbouquet]

I finally got around to doing a DragonFable fanfic and its a shipping one. Whelp, gotta start somewhere

Next Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: DragonFable Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Warnings Relationships: Hero/Kara SuLema Additional Tags: Philia - Affectionate Love, Set before Quest: InspecZion

Summary: There were different kinds of wind in the world, each had its own origin, meaning, and message. Each person also had their own wind, that told more about a person than words spoken could. The Hero`s wind was more like a gale, leaving her breathless.

10 Days of Hero Shipping. DAY 1: HERO/HERO

[fiddler-on-the-starship]

Some screenshots of my DragonFable character looking very dapper in her fancy party suit (and getting measured for said suit), because why not.

[ryunn]

misc ae twitter doodles from last year that i never posted here (from oldest to newest)

[pantsless-glowboy-stan]

kara sulema.....ma'am.....

[els-writing]

Dragonfable AU: “Heroes Are Like a Clothes Closet”

.”They are, I swear it,” the old knight chuckled. Firelight danced across his weathered and worn face, day old stubble across his sharp jaw, his hawk eyes twinkled, his cheeks slightly flushed, now as he swigged once more from his tankard.

The young traveler huffed, “How can you say such a thing? Heroes believe in one cause, you’re what you are and do not change.” The worn chair creaked as he reclined against the wood, rattling the table with his fist.

The old knight just wiped his mouth and shook his head, armor creaked, grey hair pulled back in a braid down his nape swayed, his mustache twitched with a deep snuff.

“And what, boyo, do you know of heroes?” He snickered and slurred.

The travelers head whipped to glare down his crooked nose at the man, “I met a hero. An Arch Knight, by the name of Ash. Strong, persistent, and perfect. He always wanted to be a knight.” The traveler’s grimace became a sly smile, hidden with his own tankard, “Better than a Guardian of Falconreach.”

The old knight gaze steeled, pinning the traveler where he sat. He raised a hand in the damp, bar air. A maid came toward them, refilling the tankards in silence.

“Let me tell you a tale, a true tale, about a hero I knew.” He smiled softly down at the tankard in his hand, then ruefully, “A heroine. The Hero of Lore.”

The traveler spat loudly, “The Hero of Lore is a legend! A myth!. Besides, it was a man. Not some little miss.”

The knight snarled, “The Hero of Lore was a heroine! She's real, I met her in Falconreach plenty of times. When I first met her, she had just slain the Hydra that blocked Oaklore Keep and Falconreach.”

“Please, that nasty carcass has been rotting for centuries.”

“Are you implying I am centuries old, boyo?” “You sure look it,” he muttered in his tankard.

“What did you say, punk?”

“Nothing, continue.”

The knight huffed but nonetheless continued, “She slew the Hydra, twice. Last time I remember seeing her, she was in Atrealan ascendant gear, she had a  wind staff from The Card Shoppe in Ravenloss, and purple fae wings blessed to her back. This was during the Rose Order’s hassle.”

He drank deeply from his tankard. “I was in my prime, relaxing under a tree when this particular woman came forward. I knew her, but I was a bumbling idiot, drunk under a tree.”

“So you were hallucinating, old man.” The traveler rolled his eyes.

“Oi! Shut up and listen will you?”

The knight looked at the fire, “Anyways. I’ll never forget those eyes and that smile. Scared the soul out of me. I just rambled to her about a portal I found one night in Falconreach that only appeared at night. She just smiled and told me-”

He glanced around quickly, leaning closer, “-told me, ‘Really? I wonder what color it was.’ What kind of normal person wonders about portal colors? But that’s when I noticed the clothes, the staff, the wings. Hell then after she smiled at me and her eyes looked at me... boyo blue eyes that were the color of mana...”

The traveler’s face slackened, “Mana is rumored to be the iciest blue you’ll ever see..”

“Exactly. It was strange. Damn near pissed myself though, when a massive black dragon with the same color eyes swooped her up in a claw and tossed her into the saddle and flew off west."

The traveler was silent. He blinked a the table, then slowly spoke, “So you did see the Hero of Lore. The only evidence I’ve heard that reoccurs from sightings is a black dragon-”

“-the color of onyx and nightmares...” they spoke together. The traveler horrified, the knight gleeful.

“A beautiful bull, he was. Rumored to know all the elements.”

The traveler just stared at the knight in a new light, “Tell me your tale, old man. But in a more comfortable chair, this one is old and hurts my bum.”

By the massive rock firepit, a bearskin on the floor, the traveler inclined in a squash nest of pillows, hands tucked behind his head.

The knight sat upon a luxurious cushion, back to the wall, armor loosened as he stared into the burning coals that reflected in his eyes.

After a pregnant silence, he spoke.

In the Kingdom of Greenguard, there lived a hero.

No, not the mightiest necessarily, but one most skilled in many different cultures and warrior training. Many different heroes knew her. Tomix of Ravenloss, Captain Rolith of Oaklore Keep, Princess Kara SuLema, Zhoom of the Sandsea, Artix the Paladin, Galanoth the DragonSlayer, and so many more.

She had trained in different territories, kingdoms, and countries. She traveled from underground Ravenloss and to the Void, before going north to Dravoth.

For many years she lived, fought, defended, and learned for Lore. Defending humankind from evil, from prophecy.

It all began when the Priestess came across the Dragon Boxes...

[tomixslefttoe]

Kara SuLema: When’s the last time you had a vacation?

The Hero: Well, yesterday I sneezed into the wind, closed my eyes, and imagined my face was barraged by cool ocean spray...

[tomixslefttoe]

Mritha: Please revoke your no swearing rule.

Kara SuLema: Why?

The Hero, from the other room: Well that really DILLS my PICKLE.

[tomixslefttoe]

Jaania: There’s no such thing as a bad idea, just bad people.

Kara SuLema: I don’t think that— Jaania, I don’t think that’s the saying.

[tomixslefttoe]

[“InspecZion”]

Kara SuLema, as the Hero leaves for Espina Rosa: Alright, Hero, have fun, try not to die in the enemy territory.

[theloverofdragons]

the onion headlines for dragonfable 4/6

(once again a result of the chats between myself and @df-thoughts​ 💖)

[tomixslefttoe]

Melissa: I guess I like hanging around you guys, don’t know why.

Kara SuLema: Thank you.

Mritha: I’m not sure that was a compliment.

[theloverofdragons]

the greenguard alliance: *having a serious conversation about the ramifications of what’s happened in nieboheim*

our dragon: *having the time of their life*

[theloverofdragons]

behold; the fearsome and mighty world destroyer

(lmao the most recent reimagined quest reminded me how much i love hearing our dragon talk about how they are, y’know, kinda prophesised to destroy the world bc at the same time...they babey...)

bonus Offence(tm) if you dare imply they are not still the cutest being: