#apprentice wyverne tag

[magpie-murder]

it'd be wild if they gave asgard's citizens phones in marvel i bet they'd have the best drama

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👴🏻 is-odin-dead-yet

No.

#date: 2023/11/23 #when will he croak #i've been running this blog for centuries #frigga for allfather #kick the bucket already i'm getting bored of posting here

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⛈️ god-of-thunder

I come to Tumblr with a regretful update. As you may know, my family and our fiercest warriors have been traveling between realms in search of our stolen relics.

While attempting to recover one, my brother lost his life in battle while protecting us. He shielded me with his body. My brother died a hero.

einherjarl-deactivated20231120

May he reach Folkvangr. My deepest condolences. But I thought Baldur was impervious to all harm...?

⛈️ god-of-thunder

It was Loki. :( I'm devastated.

einherjarl-deactivated20231120

Oh.

🐍 magic-theatre

is that all you can muster? "oh." you thought i was dead, and that's it? that's all you have? what do you mean by that? let's talk. :)

⛈️ god-of-thunder

You're alive? Where are you?

⛈️ god-of-thunder

Wait, what happened to @einherjarl? He deactivated?

⛈️ god-of-thunder

Loki?

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🎨 bragis-apprentice

Just finished custom making this handle

#metalwork #artists on tumblr #double sided axe #my art

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⚔️ aesir-warrior-tournament

⚡️LIGHTNING ROUND⚡️

einherjarl-deactivated20231120

?

einherjarl-deactivated20231120

Lady Sif is not one of The Warriors Three. It says it in the name. There are three of them. Not four.

Correct this.

✨️ the-dashingest

I voted for Sif.

🪓 valiant-festivals

I voted for Sif.

🔺️ grim-warrior

I voted for Sif.

✨️ the-dashingest

Wait, Hogun? But you didn't tell us you had a phone?

🔺️ grim-warrior

I don't.

#lady sif propaganda #lightning round #poll reblog #only one more round after this! #i'm so glad lady sif doesn't have tumblr lol #i hope you guys dont mind that a mortal is running this blog btw #i really didnt expect any of you to see this 😬 #and srry for the reblog spam #also hogun lol

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🐍 magic-theatre

i see your thirst edits, you sick freaks.

#start tagging me in them #and/or sending them to me

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⛵️ modern-technologist Follow

umm i'm in ohio to visit my parents and there's like. um . a giant wolf running alongside my car? i'd call animal control but this thing is ginormous and i don't think that would do anything.

it doesnt have a leash or anything (obv its bigger than my car) but it's covered in chains. what do i do??

@identifying-d𝚘gs-in-posts ??

🐕 identifying-dogs-in-posts Follow

Fenrir Lokison?

#😨

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✨️ the-dashingest

I really don't think Loki is that bad. Sure, he's had a rocky history, but I don't think he's done anything worthy of scorn. Besides, hasn't he just died and come back or something like that, anyway? He has a blank slate, in my book.

#is it just me? #i hear people saying we should banish or kill him #i find that idea preposterous #he's just misunderstood

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einherjarl-deactivated20231120

I'm not going to @ them, but ugh... Someone I'm acquainted with just died in battle, and honestly? I'm so relieved. Is that terrible? Don't answer that, I know that it is. I'll probably delete this in a few hours.

🐍 magic-theatre

that's what you get for vagueing.

cowards don't go to valhalla.

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[16reapergrell66]

Yeah, I'm still alive. Work I had picked up in and off, but I'm most active over on Discord. It's mostly been fleshing out the newest OC child, and discussing crossover aus with various fandoms with the sweetheart @oioiboois

[16reapergrell66]

Well I mean....the description fits XD

I do unconsciously make some sort of eye contact with strangers, and i sometimes overthink a simple brush of hands for weeks. I am a hopeless romantic tho and you cant take that away from me!

let me assign you a gender

[16reapergrell66]

Saw the Winter Ball charms are out again. Might as well shove this back into the shuffle.

[tarithenurse]

If I succeed - 3

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x fem!Reader (eventually/sorta/you’ll see) Content: Jealousy, pining, mentions of sexy times, stubborn people, feels. A/N: If I ever advertise for a new slowburn: hit me hard with a chair or something, ‘cause I’m testing my own patience despite knowing what’s going to happen. Want a tag? Send an ask or reblog! I’d love comments and feedback – even if it’s corrections on language or whatever - I’m not picky as long as I know my work brings joy too.

3 – You won’t change

...  Reader  ...

Even with Geralt of Rivia to explain the severity of the situation, and Jaskier to serve as witness, very few of the villagers are willing to abandon their homes at the potential threat.

“You’re the Witcher,” they object, “the White Wolf, the Butcher of Blaviken. Can’t you do something?”

Probably better than the man in question, you understand their reasoning: this is their home. The only safe place they have. Furthermore, if it was just a single person leaving (maybe to pursue their fate in the capital) it would not be a problem whereas an entire village on the run would be met with hostility anywhere they were to go. The summer is drawing to an end and with autumn, the cold days will come with rain, sleet, and eventually snow. How would they feed so many? What would happen to them?

“Witcher or not, I’m just one person.”

You know Geralt well enough to see the frustration hidden in the tight draw of the lips. He is not as callous as he pretends, often forfeiting payment by sending a saved person home rather than follow them and claim what was promised. It is only because of Jaskier that they have money to spend on shelter.

Speaking of the bard, you glimpse a shimmer of his blue doublet in a corner where several young women are gathered, undoubtedly to shower him with attention in the hopes of wooing him – a fate he will bravely accept.

“Some of you have horses,” you pipe up, focus once more back on the attending villagers, “ride to Beauclair. Warn them!”

But already, the audience is turning away, tired of the meddling outsiders and a woman’s views on the problem. Most of them have little respect for the Ducal Guard who is supposed to protect the borders and roads, finding that the men sporting the Toussaint colours rarely bother about the well being of the common folk.

“Don’t waste your breath on them, [Y/N].” Geralt’s heavy hand squeezes your shoulder softly, sending shivers racing. “They’ll talk, then they’ll come to offer me money to sort it. They all do.”

He is tired, the venom still potent in his blood though the fever has diminished somewhat. With only a grunt as thanks, he takes the tankard of ale offered by a pretty blonde before reclaiming his seat with a sigh. Though the wench's job is done, she hovers nearby with a hungry look in her eyes that sends your skin crawling and your brain reeling for something to distract the swell of unwelcome emotions.

“What if they do? You’re still just one man...and you’re recovering.”

He has the gall to roll his eyes. “At least I can get proof, seeing the carcass of a monster sends most running.”

“So?” Anger is rising rapidly in your chest even if this is not the time nor the place to let it out. “We’ve seen wyverns before...know they’re th-”

“Who’s talking about the wyverns?” Half the sentence is spoken into the wooden tankard, only loud enough for you to hear. “There’s...something else.”

Oh, the anger is gone immediately all right, replaced by a new, creeping unrest. The people capturing the wyverns...aren’t people?

Looking around the place, you see familiar faces who now are in danger. Friends who have helped you, whose kids you have taught or family members you have tended to during illness or labour. When you and your parents first arrived, it took a while before you were no longer treated as the strange city-girl but once people did accept you...you have never felt alone since. You see the smith and his apprentice by the bar, and over by the window is Audette (seamstress who worked with your mother before eventually taking over) with her gossiping friends, two tables are filled with sons and daughters strong enough to work at the biggest vineyard in the valley. You could go on, naming each and every single person. Then again, there’s less than hundred in the village.

There are more than usual at the small inn. Undoubtedly, the rumour of the Witcher being in attendance has spread like wildfire thanks to Jaskier’s strumming on the walk here. Jaskier. He, however, is nowhere to be found. Where he was, some of the hopeful women are sitting with disappointed pouts. He’ll be back for breakfast.

You turn back to continue the conversation only to find the annoying barmaid nearly crawling onto the White Wolf’s lap without any complaints from him. Biting back curses, it is all you manage to hiss at Geralt to deal with the villagers’ threat as he sees fit before you march out.

Pebbles crunch under your boots. A newly waning moon bathes the bumpy road and the path leading off towards your cottage in a blueish glow, the inky shadows beneath any obstacle the better how late the hour is. Gonna go home, clean up, go to sleep. In my OWN bed! Though the air is cool and soothing, it is unable to dull the rage boiling your blood. An inner dialog plays in your head with alternating reasons for and against your reaction: you have no claim; the Witcher can make (or choose) his own bed and lie in it, yes sir; typical men!

On and on, your mind protests, until a dry crack snaps you back to the present. Nothing is in sight, though it is uncannily difficult to ascertain whether something is hiding in the underbrush of the glade to your right. If only you had paused to bring and light the little lantern – a lantern which is standing by the seat Geralt had claimed – then you could have seen more. Even such a little light would be useful for you in other ways, keeping you safer than most would think. All you have is the glow of the moon so you wait and listen. As no other sounds disturb the silence, you deem it wiser to continue home. Hurrying slightly.

Once indoors, a shaky breath wriggles past teeth worrying into the bottom lip. Silly me. It was probably just a critter too focused on you to watch its step.

You sense it rather than hear it, a presence nearing from behind like a thunderstorm crawling over the mountains. There is barely time to reach towards your father’s old walking staff, less so to turn and raise it before your wrists are pinned on either side of your head against the closed door and the Witcher is looming over you with his broad shoulders. At least he does not have to tell you to drop the staff with a clatter (what good would it do, anyway?). He is so close! The formidable chest rising as he attempts to regain his breath. Did he run here? Brows are knitted as those magical eyes sweep over your form once before scrutinizing every detail of your face. I’m pissed at him, yet the reminder does little else than school your features. Within this proximity, it is possible to smell the musk and the bitterness from the venom-laced sweat – the last inkling of honeyed soap would be unnoticeable for anyone but those who knew of it. The heat. By the Prophet! The heat emanating from the man can only be compared to the smith’s furnace...or the sinful need in your core.

“I believe we were talking, [Y/N].”

“Your attention was elsewhere so I decided we were done,” you bite back.

Tearing yourself free (or rather: he lets you free), you slide past him to reclaim your own alcove. Seeing as Jaskier undoubtedly will be gone all night, it makes sense for Geralt to sleep there instead...and if not, then the two guys will have to bunk up.

“[Y/N]...” His voice is softer now.

Yours is not. “What?”

There is no answer, merely a thud and a slight quiver in the floorboards prompting you to whip around. Geralt lies in a heap on the floor. Fuck. Undoubtedly, his rush to reach home before you has pumped the venom through his body at a quicker pace than even he can withstand, pushing his recovery back and draining what little energy he still had left.

You act swiftly, finding the last of the old vials of antidote as well as one of the new ones you have prepared during the day – they aught to settle before administration, but you might not have a choice now. Then (less swiftly), you drag blankets onto the floor near the fireplace and roll the meat mountain onto them before swathing him almost like a child and dragging his shoulders and head onto your lap. Embers are still crackling, casting a red glow onto the chiselled face to soften the edges.

“Come on,” you coo, knowing full well that he cannot hear you, “open your mouth.”

It is relatively simple to gain access to pour the remedy into him. Pushing the jaw up, you pinch his nose shut and pray that his body will react accordingly. Under the black shirt and leather, his chest stutters in protest for a moment longer than you like. Come now. Miraculously, you hear him swallow, clearing the liquid away to free the airways, gasping hungrily but never once regaining consciousness.

He is handsome, the White Wolf, though few see past the fierce facade to discover the gentle strokes in his appearance. As the dim glow flickers and sends the shadows dancing and jumping, you find yourself staring at the femininely long lashes, and the perfect curve of his lips that you once had the joy of claiming.

But the weight of the man is impressive too, quickly robbing any feeling from your legs. Pushing Geralt, with little remorse as to the harshness, you regain freedom and rub your limbs to get life back into them. What to do? Peeling off boots and, well, anything but his breeches is done quickly despite the dead weight because years of dealing with injured and sick people have proved to be a one-person-task most of the time. So far, so good, idle fingers ghost through the hairs on his chest.

And now...though he probably would not care, you do not like the idea of leaving him on the floor and so retort once more to dragging him towards the nearest bed – you own. Once at there, a cold cloth wakes him up enough to get him onto his feet and you are able to pull him up after crawling into the alcove first, reaching over and pulling him by the waist of his breeches.

By the time Geralt passes out again, he is sprawled diagonally across the bed with you pinned under his arm. Trying to move only results in him subconsciously dragging you into a tight embrace with your back against his chest. Fuck!

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[cruzrogue]

Between Realms

#Fictober19 @fictober-event

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for fanfiction:

Prompt number: 26 “You keep me warm.”

Fandom (AU if applicable): #arrow fanfiction #olicity

Rating:PG13

Warnings/Tags:  halloween theme

Summary:  Vampire Felicity and Apprentice to become a Magician Oliver on another realm whose counterparts on Earth walk a tight line. One of these worlds will cease to be for them.

Notes: Another short story olicity based. Halloween inspired.

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Between Realms on AO3

Oliver Queen not much of a student that is until he meets a girl in his dream. Literally he will go to sleep and a new realm will entrance him. He is a perfect model student here and perceived to becoming a very accomplished apprentice to a very powerful wizard.

The rules of survival different from his waking world. The thing is what he does in either world comes with him no matter where he is. Thus if he gets bite by a dog here on Earth back in the fantasy realm the bite wound would still be present and vice versa.

Life for Oliver should be simple. He understands the expectations upon him. Coming from wealth there are certain constraints of the hierarchy that has been bestowed upon him. His parents expect that he follows those traditions. An unspoken rule. He hangs out with peers like him and shuns those who are different. Not that he can’t interest with all walks of life he just can’t conform to other standards. Coming from money should be simple all he has to do is play a part.

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Felicity Smoak is prodigy in all this academia the way she thinks is sort after. There isn’t a puzzle, math equation, scientific study that can’t be solved by her. It is rather remarkable how much she has flipped the knowledge world upside down that is until she met a boy in her dream.

What she could understand on Earth dissolves when the realm of fantasy takes her into being a cold creature of the night. A vampire with the sole notion of getting her fill of warm blood when a hunger hits.

Nothing is simple in Felicity’s life. Her family is of the working class and has to float on what they can earn so every step is marked to either succeed or fail it is up to hard work and luck that will be her fortune. Between the waking and sleeping world she is two different people but a coldness follows her that she never thought would go away. Felicity Smoak of Earth is smart but her counterpart is not. For that part of her goes on instinct no relevant thinking required.

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This reality only exists for a few people of Earth. Most mortals go a life span never knowing of the cosmos of light and dark. To them science fiction exists to indulge their senses.

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Within a dream… Oliver walks to the highest point and raises his staff. The howling gusty winds swirl around him even with more gumption as he conjures a beast from the sky. He likes to keep the skies turbulent around his dwelling to ward off paranormal creatures of the night. An illuminative bluish dragon comes to him and Oliver mounts this winged wyvern. Up and away they go. He is looking for his girl. The girlfriend that only one of his sides has ever met.

Felicity hides behind the shadows as her kin are after her. She has broken a decree and must perish. She sought out a mortal and followed his spirit back to Earth. Finding the mortal half of the magician she’s come to love and finding her mortal self to relish him from afar. She’d like nothing more than to run to this boy’s arms as she’s done countless times here.

As a vampire, Oliver should only be seen as a meal to her. Somehow meeting him, she yearns for more. He has awakened a deep primal emotion within her that has only lives on Earth. Yet, to her she’s found love in this realm which is unspeakable.

“Felicity?” Oliver comes closer to the bell tower where she told him once about, a place she’d go to hide from the others in her clan. He hopes she is here and safe. He too has fallen for the unthinkable. He is in love with a vampire where his kind tries to eradicate from existence. This realm has a lot more stake in all the fairy tales he’s read as a mortal. It’s quite scary at times. Things of nightmares start here.

Closing her eyes briefly as she dares to hope to see Oliver one more time. There is nowhere to run and sooner or later she will be found. At least one more goodbye with her lover is more than she can ask for.

“Oliver!” She beholds him on a majestic beast.

Oliver notices other winged bats convening nearby. “Come on, get on.” He says in a hurried tone knowing their lives are in danger. With the wings of the dragon causing unstable winds for the bats to fly against it gives Felicity the chance to run and jump onto where Oliver waits. Her body in mid-air as Oliver moves forward to make sure she safely is onboard. “Hold me tight.” His command noted as her hands wrap around his waist tightly and off they go.

Through the city and off a great distance beyond a few mountain ranges until the reach a cavern. The large beast that carried them dissolving upon the fog around them. Leaving them alone.

“Are you okay?” He checks whatever he can see. There are claw marks upon some of her soft skin.

“You came for me?”

“Of course I would.” He embraces her cold body and allows his warmth to wrap itself around her. She is always so cold.

Marveling within his strong arms she feels the heat that only he has ever seemed to be able to give her. It is delightful. She could bask in this for eternity. “You keep me warm.” She gazes at the eyes that she adores staring back at her. “You always have made me feel warmth.”

“I thought if you drank blood it…”

“No, that heat does not wrap around my body and soothe me like this.”

“A hug?”

“More than just a hug. You bring a warmth that I feel to my tippy toes. It’s wonderful and when we… and when we kiss…” She gives him a bright smile.

“Tell me what happens when we kiss?”

Her hand reaches to touch his strong jaw. She loves this boy so very much. “The fire in my belly it spreads as we make love. I feel so alive Oliver; you make me feel so alive.”

“Then I don’t want you to ever be cold again.”

“That is impossible, the will find me. My scent will lead them here.”

“We’ll move again and again.”

“We can’t run. There is no place to hide.”

“I am not going to lose you!” He says firmly.

“In this realm we aren’t safe and on Earth we have never met so there is no future. I can’t have you leave everything behind. It would be selfish of me to even ask.”

“Then don’t ask. I already made up my mind. Where you go I’ll follow.”

“Oh Oliver. If it were that simple.”

“We’ll find a way. Felicity, we will find a way.”

“If only I was as smart as my Earth counterpart.”

“Well I am smart here maybe if I create an elixir and you finish it on Earth that binds us there. We’d have a chance.”

“We have never met there.”

“No, but you followed me back. Right?”

“Yes.” Felicity observes him for a moment longer and then asks, “You’d give up being a future wizard? It seems you love it so much.”

“It isn’t what excites me to fall asleep. It is the thought of seeing you.”

“We’ll do this?”

“Yes, come on we have a few more hours before I wake and this time you follow me back with whatever spell or elixir that is made. Come for me, Felicity.”

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Oliver Queen stands by Felicity Smoak’s side in wanting a forever with her. Taking the elixir, he pours it onto the two goblin cups. They have spent a passionate night together and are now ready to sleep. Saying what they mean to each other before ingesting the powerful contents as both slide back under the covers. Their hands intertwined waiting for enchantment to be together without percussion. A forbidden love that wasn’t meant to be to be the only love that is.

The night is followed by daylight and two bodies seemly comfortably intertwined start to rouse from a fitful sleep. Oliver glances down to the beauty in his arms as Felicity stares back at her one true love.

Unbeknownst to them Oliver’s master in wizardry is looking upon them from a hanging mirror. He isn’t thrilled to have lost such a great apprentice. Though the man smirks as he utters before leaving, “May your firstborn be a worthy pupil.”

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OC Meme Info  ⭐ Olivia Sinclair

I was tagged by the wonderful @sunwarden to do an OC info tag! Thank you for the honor, friend. 

I am tagging @daydreamingdragonage, @bitchesofostwick, @dirthara-mama, @trvelyans, and @haloneshiral if ya’ll want to partake and have not already!

BASICS

Full name: Olivia Berenice Sinclair

Gender: Woman

Sexuality: Bisexual/Queer

Family: She was the only child to a minor noble couple in Orlais, Apolline Sinclair (’nee Charpentier) and her father, Ruben. 

Pronouns: She/Her

OTHER

Birthplace: Val Royeaux, 9:15 Dragon. 

Job(s): Nothing really besides being the carrier of her family’s sociopolitical ambitions (jinkies). Then, Mage apprentice at Ostwick, and now Inquisitor. 

Phobias: She hates snakes but does not run from them. She is frightened of wyverns as well (something about the teeth).

Guilty pleasures: Can one say emotional evasion and laughing like everything is fine? No? Okay well. Bore benign guilty pleasures would be chocolate, a good plate of cooked meat (whatever it is), and frilly lingerie.

Hobbies: Olivia loves to read and learn, so she spends her free time either studying or practicing her theories somehow, some way. She also loves to horseback ride and is an excellent rider.           

MORALS

Morality alignment: Chaotic Good

Bad qualities: She is, as I said above, emotionally evasive -- it’s hard to determine at times whether she is genuinely happy. She is also impulsive, stubborn, and prone to losing her temper when she feels belittled or demeaned. She’s hard to hold and harder to pin down. 

Good qualities: Extremely loyal and patient despite her feisty nature. Her friendships are pivotal and she will follow someone she loves to the ends of the Earth. She loves possibilities and creativity in the face of adversity. She never gives up.

THIS OR THAT?

introvert / extrovert

organized / disorganized

close-minded / open-minded

calm / anxious / restless

disagreeable / agreeable / in between

cautious / reckless / in between

patient / impatient

outspoken / reserved

leader / follower / flexible

empathetic / unempathetic

optimistic / pessimistic / realistic (a mix of both)

traditional / modern / in between

hard-working / lazy / unmotivated

RELATIONSHIPS:

OTP: Olivia x Cassandra (woot woot!)

Acceptable ships: I would be amiable to a Olivia x Blackwall romance but I would have to see their bond rewrote from how it is now, because it is very much a uncle/niece dynamic. Other than that, it’s hard to say any other romance would as fluid of a development as the friendships are (her and Sera for example are amazing as friends, but they have an unspoken understanding from the get-go that they are their best selves as friends).

OT3: None!

BroTP: Besides her circle of friends (Theia, Naomi, etc.) she is extremely close with Sera and Vivienne, close secondarily being Dorian and Varric. 

NOTP: Her and Cullen is just a non-starter. Look, I gotta pull hairs to forge their way to friendship, alright? Love is not in the cards. 

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Well, her birthday is today. Never actually went and wrote something different for her birthday, so I figured I'd reblog for the people who want to reread it 😊

Happy birthday, Wyv~

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Aaaaa this was so cute to do!! Have a Wyverne Lochland!

Just so cute! Find it here

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OC described by companions

@norroendyrd tagged me to do this for ‘Levyn Trevelyan’ - aka, Jowan, who, after running from Redcliffe, changed his name, joined the mage rebellion, and ended up as the Inquisitor.

The rules:

Describe your OC as they are described by your companions.

Show us what they look like!

Tag at least 5 (or more) followers and 5 blogs you follow! :) (Not gonna tag anyone this time, unless they want to do it!)

Enjoy writing! :}

Here’s the disaster child (who I’ve tried my best to recreate in Inquisition graphics):

And here are the companions’ thoughts on him:

Cassandra

We have not spoken since he confessed the truth. At first, he simply frustrated me, with his vocal, if nervous, support for the rebellion, and his constant habit of finding some way to fall down gullies or spring traps. Then, when I had started to respect him for the good he was doing, I learned he was a liar. A maleficar. He led the Inquisition under a false name, made us all into deceivers. I... know he has done good things. I would not want him removed from his position. But though I will fight with him, I can’t forgive him. Not yet.

Blackwall

When I met him, I thought he was out of his depth. A jumpy mage who didn’t know what he was doing and didn’t have the nerve for leadership. But he was so... admiring of the Wardens. He so obviously respected me, and felt safe around me, and it was... I felt unworthy of being admired by him. I told myself all I could do was protect him and try to be worth his admiration. When I was dragged before him in chains, I couldn’t bear to look at him. Couldn’t bear to see him get his pedestal broken. But then he... he confessed who he was. To everyone. Pardoned me, because he wouldn’t punish a man for crimes so similar to his own. That’s dogshit, of course. He acted out of fear, he was trying to help. I acted out of greed. I’ll stand by him now, the way he stood by me, and if anyone has a problem with who he was, they can take it up with my fist.

Iron Bull

Gotta say, I’m surprised I didn’t have him pegged as a blood mage. But you can’t see the scars on someone’s hand when the scars on someone’s hand when they’ve got a glowy Fade mark in the way, can you? Guess I know why he always seemed so edgy around me, he thought I’d catch on to him. Smart guy. (laughs) I know I should be keeping an eye on him, what with all the blood magic and demon crap, but... gah. I look at him, all I see’s a kid who’s been treated like crap trying to find out who he is. Got a lot of those in the Chargers. Life’s too short to keep hating people over what they used to be.

Sera

At first he was just good to laugh at, ‘cause he was always tripping over things and screwing up stuff, like that time when he knocked Bull into the sea. Or when he fell into that quicksand stuff. Or when those druffalo chased him halfway across the Hinterlands. And when he wasn’t getting his butt kicked by something, he was busting it to help the little people. Guess he’s trying to make up for everything, right? Not a fan of the whole blood magic shite, but that’s years done. Like Beardy, he’s trying. Aren’t many who try. Plus, turns out he’s not really a Trevelya-whatever-noble-nob after all. So that’s good.

Varric

Pretty good hero’s journey, start out as the sidekick to one of the world’s greatest heroes, accidentally destroy a town, set out to make amends... Disaster’s a lot less ‘brooding angsty hero’ and more ‘tearful nervous hero’, but I don’t know. Maybe we’ve had enough dark. Maybe it’s good to have a hero who gets upset by mistakes and just wants to help. He’s a good kid who lost his way, so he needs someone to be looking out for him and picking him up when he falls. Might as well be me.

Cole

Memories scattered like blood on the Circle floor. A knife drawn across a shaking hand, arm thrown out to protect her, but she turned away. I don’t know you, blood mage. Dark liquid in the Arl’s drink, corpse feet dragging, the Arlessa’s men with cold eyes. Regret rips, red and rending. Have to make it right. He never wanted to hurt, he wanted to help, and then he changed. He’d never do it again, and he’s scared and good and he cares. That’s enough. Levyn Trevelyan was a shield, because he thought no one would ever want Jowan. But now he tries the name again. Jowan. It sounds strange and it reminds him of the wrong and the red, but a soft voice shapes the name and it sings a little stronger.

Vivienne

I respected him at first - he was a Circle mage, and from a noble family, or so I thought. I wasn’t pleased when he made it clear that he was in support of the dissolution of Circles and the Templars, but all the same, he reminded me of many impressionable, clumsy young apprentices. I was willing to tutor him, help him control his magic... and then this came to light. A maleficar. Never harrowed. Responsible for countless deaths because he, an incompletely-trained apprentice, presumed to think he could train a child who should have been in the Circle. It’s a disgrace to the inquisition, to have such a man at its head. And yet... he brought me the wyvern heart. He came with me to Bastien’s side. He’s been avoiding me since all this happened, but perhaps... perhaps I should offer him another lesson. His barriers really do need work.

Dorian

Jowan? Well, I suppose it’s easiest for me. I never had any shockingly dramatic revelation, I had the privilege of knowing the truth from the start. When he broke down in Redcliffe, during that dark future, when he spilled the whole story of his last disaster in Redcliffe to me... all I saw was the inevitable result of these ridiculous southern Circles. Terrify a mage enough,and of course he’s going to resort to forbidden magic. Most blood mages I’ve seen have just wanted power - and I’ve seen an awful lot of them. Jowan wanted to not be turned into an automaton, thank you very much. I found myself taking him under my wing a little, showing him how to embrace his magic - he’s actually a very powerful entropy mage - and since he could talk to me about who he really is, we ended up as... friends, I suppose. Seems rather infantile to slap a ‘best’ onto that title, but I can’t deny it’s accurate. Don’t tell anyone.

Solas

At first, I pitied him, as I pity all mages who are taught to fear who they are. When I learned the truth, I was angry to begin with, but now I respect how far he has come. He was a child threatened with becoming a shadow of a person. He sowed destruction, but out of good intentions and ignorance, not out of malice. He ran from what he did rather than face it, but he has accepted it now. He has saved the place he once nearly destroyed, and more besides. He is trying to rebuild. (sighs) It is all any of us can do.

Cullen

I did wonder why he always walked large circles around me. I thought it was just because I was an ex-Templar, but since he confessed... I remember him from Kinloch Hold. Always nervous, huddling in Surana’s shadow. I expect he learned the blood magic from Uldred’s lot - 

But he wasn’t there when Ulred - well. I’ve tried to despise him for it. For the blood magic, for poisoning a good man, for Redcliffe. And then I think of the things I did, when I was younger, and ignorant. I’ll keep an eye on him, in case he ever turns to blood magic again, and I doubt it’ll ever stop being awkward talking to him. But I suppose he deserves a second chance.

Leliana

He never had me fooled. By the time he closed that rift in the Temple of Sacred Ashes, I’d remembered his face, his voice. At first, it deepened my suspicion of him - the last time I’d come across him following a catastrophe, he had instigated it, albeit accidentally. But I reminded myself that my friend Surana trusted him, and I am glad I gave him the chance. He has thrown himself upon the chance to help and redeem himself - a chance I once needed myself - and he has done well. I... try to look out for him, for Surana’s sake. He would not forgive me if his oldest friend was hurt on my watch. That said, if he had broken Josephine’s heart as he broke his first love’s, no one would ever have found his body.

Josephine

I... found him endearing from our first meeting. He was nervous, and scared, but so kind and eager to help. He never seemed like a distant leader, only a normal person trying to deal with something so much bigger than he was. I promised myself I would do my best to take care of him, and... well, one thing led to another.

When... when he confessed his past to me, I was shaken. But I understood. A single death I caused foolishly has weighed on me all these years. It pains me to think of all the guilt he carries, for deaths that came about because he wanted to help. Perhaps I should have been angry with him, but I was not. He had told me the truth, knowing that I might turn away from him. If anything, I was... touched, that he trusted me with it.

So I kept his secret, and encouraged him to face up to his past when the time was right. And when he did at last... I was so proud of him. He has come so far. He will go further - and I will always be at his side.

[pathcrier]

OC as a child

Rhona Trevelyan ft momma Trevelyan I was tagged by @heraldofwho thank you bunches!!!

1. Who named them/ significance of their name? Rhona’s father, Elwyn is the one who actually named her. It means blessed and holy. Fitting, right? Rhona’s family is heavily involved with the Chantry and her parents have named their other 3 children blessed names- so they felt it only suiting.

2. The home they grew up in? Rhona’s family owned 2 estates, one in Ostwick and one in Nevarra. The stayed in the Free Marches estate for most of the year, often spending the summers in Nevarra to visit her mother’s family. Being her mother was born and raised in Cumberland. Their estate to which they lived in the most was glorious and very well decorated, it included 12 bedrooms, a parlor with a view of the countryside, and a very large and well stocked library which Rhona spent much of her time in before the Circle. Once her magic manifested she made her home in the Ostwick Circle, but once she gained control of her magic and passed her Harrowing- she was able to leave as she pleases. Which she always ended up home for months at a time before returning once more to the Circle. She didn’t actually start spending time at home again until her early twenties, upon returning from Ferelden and Kirkwall in fact.

3. Relationship with parents? Rhona had a tight-knit family but was the closest with her father, being the baby she was his little princess. They were seen everywhere together, she would sneak into his salons and was the center of attention. He completely doted on her and loved her endlessly, she got her love for reading from him. He is the one who taught her to read and it became their favorite pastime together. Her mother loved her just as much but was much more stern, she wanted her children to be completely well cultured. Which meant constant tutoring and  responsibilities. Despite Rhona being sent to the Circle at such a young age, both her parents made sure she was living comfortably and contently. Giving their status, she was able to move back home once she passed her Harrowing- her mother made sure she had the best tutor. When they heard their baby girl was off fighting the Blight in Ferelden her mother quite literally became ill because of the anxiety. She didn’t actually recover fully until the Viscount of Kirkwall sent word to Elwyn and Fianna Trevelyan that their daughter was safe as can be in Kirkwall. After the Qunari attack on the city, Rhona escaped the fighting and made her way back to Ostwick and lived the next 3 years at home and working with young apprentices at the Circle. Rekindling her relationship with her parents and helping out more with the estate affairs. 

4. Three words that describe them as a child? Spritely, mischievous, and fiery. She was honestly a very devious child, her and her closest sibling, Asher, spent many evenings planning heists on the kitchen in order to obtain sweets after bedtime- giving their nanny the hardest time; she blamed Rhona’s troublesome behavior for her aging early.

5. Childhood friend(s)? Her closest friend was her older brother, Asher, who was 2 years older than herself. They got into all sorts of trouble together, from kitchen heists, to mud pies thrown at the stable hands. They were joined at the hip and wherever one went, the other was quite literally on their heels. Outside of her family, her childhood best friend was her neighbor, a girl her age named, Lucille. Her family were constant guests of her family’s salons and she was just as rambunctious as Rhona. They spent hours in the estate’s gardens, playing mostly hide and seek. They lost touch once Rhona’s magic manifested, Lucille’s parents didn’t want their daughter involved with a mage.

6. Favorite toy?  Rhona’s grandmother made her a crochet dragon, being those were the center of her fascination. His name was Bufkin and Rhona didn’t go anywhere without him. She brought him with her when she had to move to the Circle and it never left her sight. Once she left for Ferelden though she left it behind and the Knight-Enchanter sent it back to her family for safe keeping. It had a special place on her night stand and even well into her early twenties it was a source of her comfort. When her parents found out she was the leader of the Inquisition, they went out of their way to package it and send it to Skyhold- in hopes that it will once more give her comfort in those trying times.

7. Any childhood traumas? Rhona’s only traumatic event was the night her magic manifested, she was having a fit of night terrors once more and this time when she awoke her bed’s canopy was set ablaze. As she was only a wee 6 year old, waking up to find her bed was on fire after having vivid nightmares was just the most horrific thing to her little mind.

8. Hobbies? She spent hours grazing her library’s selection, namely at tomes about dragons- which her mother brought home the last time she was in Nevarra. Since she was able to read alone in confidence since the age of 3, she had a vast knowledge of dragons and wyverns stored in her brain. She could easily tell you anything and everything you would like to know about those giant lizards. When she wasn’t reading in the library she just liked to simply explore the estate grounds with her older sister, Gwyneth. 

9. Childhood fears? One word- possession. She was honestly never sure she would be able to resist demons, she didn’t believe she had a strong willpower. So her first few years at the Circle were spent being extra cautious and vigilant, especially when she was asleep. She learned quickly on to not trust anyone but herself in the Fade. But the thought of being possessed still scared the life out of her.

10. Quirks? While she was still learning to control her magic, whenever she would sneeze something nearby would be set on fire- once was another apprentice’s robes. For the longest time the other apprentices would clear the room when she was on the edge of a sneeze.  She snorts when she laughs, all the time. She used to think it was the ugliest thing until she met Cullen. Who said her laugh the most pure thing to him and made her...well her.

I am going to tag @quizzikemen, @vilemie, @learielle, @vivalaegghead, @dickeybbqpit, @antivancorvo, @i-nq

[ao3feed-thearcana]

by The_Weeping_Reaper

Its Mephi's birthday! After a small shift at The Raven, Tarek had Wyverne help him with a present, and help Mephisto come out of his shell a bit in the bedroom.

Words: 5191, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Arcana (Visual Novel)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Apprentice Tarek, Mephistopheles (The Arcana), Apprentice Wyverne

Relationships: Tarek/Mephistopheles (The Arcana)

Additional Tags: Handcuffs, Blindfolds, Blow Jobs, Cock Rings, Shower Sex, Lube, Dom/sub, first time dom, Food Play

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Body Language Meme

I saw this on @superlemonsweet blog. Decided to give Wyverne and Mephisto a try!! Wyverne shall be bolded, Mephisto shall be in italics!

(I absolutely adore these drawings! @fantasmagorias drew my children!)

Body Language -- Wyv and Mephi

DEFENSIVENESS

Arms cross on chest / crossing legs / fist-like gestures / pointing index finger / karate chops / stiffening of shoulders / tense posture / curling of lip / baring of teeth

REFLECTIVE

Hand-to-face gestures / head tilted / stroking chin / peering over glasses / taking glasses off--cleaning / putting earpiece of glasses in mouth / pipe smoker gestures / putting hand to bridge of nose / pursed lips / knitted brows

SUSPICION

Arms crossed / sideways glance / touching or rubbing nose / rubbing eyes / hands resting on weapon / brows raising / lips pressing into a thin line / strict, unwavering eye contact / wrinkling of nose / narrowed eyes

CONFIDENCE

Hands behind back / hands on lapels of coat / steeples hands / baring teeth in a grin / rolling shoulders / tipping head back but maintaining eye contact / chest puffed up / shoulders back / arms folded just above navel / wide eyes / standing akimbo

INSECURITY / ANXIETY

Chewing on pen or pencil / rubbing thumb over opposite thumb / biting fingernails / biting lips / hands in pockets / elbow bent / closed gestures / clearing throat / 'whew' sound / picking or pinching flesh / fidgeting in chair / hand covering mouth while speaking / poor eye contact / tugging at pants while seated / jingling money in pockets / tugging at ear / perspiring hands / playing with hair / swaying / playing with pointer/marker/cane / smacking lips / sighing / rocking on balls of feet / flexing or cracking fingers sporadically

ANGER / FRUSTRATION

Short breaths / 'tsk' sounds / tightly clenched hands / fist-like gestures / pointing index finger / running hand through hair / rubbing back of neck / snarling / revealing teeth / grimacing / sharp-eye glowers / notable tension in brow / shoulders back, head up - defensive posturing / clenching of jaw / grinding teeth / nostrils flaring / heavy exhales

I'm tagging....

Anyone else who wants to do this!!

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Hey all. Sorry this blog has been dead recently. I've been super busy lately. I've been more active on discord as of late, and I just haven't had the time to keep reblogging things. I'll try to be more active here since my.hours have slowed at work, but no guarantees my lovelies.

In the meantime, have some Lochlands I've made :)