#spellpower

[hawkearchive]

❂ [ Heh heh ] ⋆ ❤

⋆ - A ship I have with my character

Anyone who has read any of my threads with Amelia would probably agree what a RIDICULOUSLY CUTE COUPLE they make. I ship the hell out of that but I'm still wary of/waiting for the day Amelia leaves a note for Hawke saying "It's better this way"

❤ - Any tumblr senpais

I answered this here and it pretty much stands.

❂ - Post a picture of myself

BONUS MUN FACT I am incapable of taking serious photos, they're all either candid or with a ridiculous pose, so here, have fabulous hair pic.

[warm-iceheart]

spell-power replied to your post: (I want a new, nice theme for eoal's blog)

//What sort of theme are you looking for, sidebars included, a banner on top ( like mine ) double side bars?

(Side bars would be cool :D)

[goldeneyesofcamelot-archive]

faithfultomorgana replied to your post: ooc; Oh my god, I’m so pissed.  I was working on a...

NO NO NO BAD MOOD I’M WRITING SOMETHING FOR YOU

WAT.  OMG WILL IT PUT ME IN A GOOD MOOD?!

magiciswhoiam replied to your post: ooc; Oh my god, I’m so pissed.  I was working on a...

Is it over heated? Mine tends to do that when its over heated

Noooo, there's something wrong with the battery, I think. =/ I need to take it in to get looked at.

spell-power replied to your post: ooc; Oh my god, I’m so pissed.  I was working on a...

// Oh my god. I am so sorry, I hate when crap like that happens!

And now I don't even feel like I'm in the mood to write anymore.  Baaaah.

[goraveracer-archive]

Tag a quality blog, You’re it! Quality doesn’t mean that you have a lot of followers, or a lot of messages. It means that you’re nice to other people, and you deserve to be happy. If you get this message, someone is telling you that they love you as you are, and they don’t care how much followers you have. Send this to 10 blogs who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing will happen. But it’s just good to let someone know that you love them! ♥

//I JUST

I’m so hyped for our thread and am sorry for being the slowest of pokes and you’re such an inspiration and—can you tell I’m a big puddle of feelings right now.

[goldeneyesofcamelot-archive]

The knock on the door didn't seem out of the norm, for she often had visitors coming by. But this particular instance, it was everything but normal. The moment she opened the door, a flood of emotions washed over her like a tidal wave. The tears fell freely, for she had missed her dear friend for three, lengthy years. "Dragonlord," the words barely went past a whisper as her arms immediately sought to bring him to her frame, to keep him close. Her cheek pressed to his own, "Welcome home."

He’d waited at that door — nervously, anxiously, frustratedly.  She certainly had taken her sweet time getting up and moseying on over there, though Merlin was well aware of what a surprise it would be to see this face standing there, smiling at her.  He hoped it would be a good surprise.  The last thing he wanted to come back to was the realization that Sarah had suddenly decided she hated every bone in his body.

Then again, after three years away, some women made that claim, didn’t they?  Women were very, very strange creatures.  Even then, this was different.  He’d simply vanished, and now here he was.

Finally, the door opened and his heart skipped a beat, and then another at the sight of her.  For a moment, there was silence and Merlin let her take her time, a simple smile upon his face.  He gave her what time she needed for his presence to register and when it finally did, it was everything he had hoped.  She was happy, she was teary-eyed, and she had pulled him into an embrace he had felt he’d needed for so long.  Merlin inhaled deeply, wrapping his arms around her and holding on tight like she might drift away then and there.

A faint, good-hearted chuckle escaped his lips.  ”Three years, Sarah.  Three years I’ve been gone and you’ve already forgotten my name,” he teased.

[nocompromiseorpeace]

Claimed! I think!

“Drunk voicemail”

his voice is thick and slow soundingYou should, y’know what you should do- you should join the mage revolution, right? You know, because-there’s a long pause with only the sound of papers being moved around.

So, the problem is that templars are pricks! And you’re a mage.It only makes sense, so that settles it. Bye.

[greenvelvetempress]

[werecogsinthemachine]

Post your tumblr crushes.

(O…kay?)

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http://friendlyneighborhooddeliveryman.tumblr.com/

http://cdwalker.tumblr.com/

http://spell-power.tumblr.com/

http://thepastelvampire.tumblr.com/

http://miss-malice.tumblr.com/

http://derelictsoldier.tumblr.com/

http://serenitysalbatross.tumblr.com/

http://itscalledluxury.tumblr.com/

[hawkearchive]

✿

7: firm kiss

Hawke was sitting on a rock, digging a stone that had embedded itself in her boot on her trek out with a small dagger as the woman approached. She was shorter than the rogue, lean, with a shock of red hair. She wore a pack similar to Hawke’s along with a bow, and walked with purpose. Standing, Hawke waved for her attention. 

"I can’t help but notice you’re walking in the same direction as I am. Perhaps it’d be safer to walk together? My name is Hawke, by the way." 

The woman looked at her almost suspiciously for a moment, searching her eyes for malicious intent, then her body for ability. Hawke stood with one hand on her hip, the other lazily fiddling with the small dagger, back straight as she was appraised, an amused expression on her face. The woman nodded, offering a wary smile before offering her name. 

"Sarah. Perhaps it would, where are you headed?" 

"Searching for embrium. I was told there’s a source somewhere up here." She furrowed her brow. “I have no idea where though, apparently such details are better left unsaid." 

The woman smirked. 

"I was here to hunt but I suppose two of us would scare the prey away, hm?" 

"Oh I don’t know about that," Hawke grinned. “I was once a keen hunter myself, just haven’t had a need for it of late." 

The two walked for a while, conversing in a manner to be expected from people who had just met. Polite questions about each other, sharing humorous anecdotes, before the conversation stilled into a comfortable silence. Hawke took them onto a small, narrow path as she searched for the elusive plant, and they walked single file along the edge of the mountain. To their left was an almost completely vertical wall, as if this path had been carved into the mountain with a lot of digging. If one dared, they could lean to the right and see a sheer drop.  

Hawke stopped as she noticed loose rocks tumbling in front of her. They were small, but they came from above. Her gaze shot upwards  as a massive rock tumbled straight towards them. Swiftly, she turned, sweeping her arm behind her and slamming Sarah’s back into the wall, pressing herself against it as the massive rock flew right over them. The pair shared a look as the ground rumbled beneath them and more small rocks spilled around them. Hawke flinched, dodging the debris as she rapidly surveyed around her. They were too far along the path to turn back, and neither had any clue how much further it went. 

We’re doomed. Hawke’s gaze returned slowly to the rapidly advancing rockfall, almost cringing as she pressed herself to the wall, hoping that just maybe some miracle would save her.

She was thrust from her thoughts as Sarah took her by the collar, shoving her violently backwards. For a moment, she thought Sarah had taken some bizarre violent turn, and had decided to fling her off the mountain. She tripped backwards, her life flashing before her eyes as she fell into the abyss… and landed. Her hip throbbed as her eyes struggled to adjust to the darkness. 

"You’re lucky I knew this cave was here." 

She blinked as her eyes focussed on the figure crouched next to her, and she saw Sarah grinning at her. Her eyes flitted to the opening of the cave she found herself in and widened as she watched rocks fall from above. Her eyes darted back to Sarah as she shifted to her knees. 

"You just saved my life." She grinned, and flung herself at the woman, her hands either side of her face and kissing her hard on the lips in a fit of relief. When she pulled back, she caught the look on Sarah’s face and laughed.

“‘Thank you’ just didn’t seem enough!" 

[dxstfinger]

It was Aunduin that awakened before his mistress at the rapping on the window. His barks caused Sarah to nearly leap from the comfort of her bed, but it was what she saw out the window that caused more alarm. The wolf worked the latch as Sarah came and finished opening it for him, "I do hope Gwin isn't being exposed to such weather," she said in jest, "Come in, you look rather pathetic and will catch cold if you remain out here." She spoke calmly, though he gave her quite the scare!

The fire-dancer was thoroughly soaked, though not too much to laugh at her fright. "But you have a wolf. How can you be afraid of anything?" He teased her as he stepped inside. "I'm only staying for a moment." He pointed behind him, back in the general direction he'd come from. "I just wanted to tell you that the Black Prince and his bear are in town, they just came through this evening."

[goraveracer-archive]

//Active-ish day of sorts. I'll be focusing on starters and overdue, longer posts when I'm back, with shorter replies in between. Like or message for an introduction! Feeling mostly urban fantasy right now, but anything's fair game. :>

[goldeneyesofcamelot-archive]

"Dragonlord, I have searched for you throughout the realms, crossed perilous, treacherous lands to reach you. I sought you so I could see if the rumors were true. And here you are, a being of magic, one who shares a gift much like myself. Stay with me, Merlin, allow me to love you unconditionally, until I draw my last breath." -Proposal, Sarah style.

Merlin had never felt connected to somebody before in the way he felt connected to Sarah.  They were one in the same, the two of them — she in her summoning, he in his ability to lord over dragons.  They in their magic.  They in their sorrow, they in their loss.  And so, her proposal touched his heart in a way it had not been touched in a very long time.  It hurt and it pounded and it sang all at once, leaving the man speechless for a moment.

Finally, eventually, words came to him.

“I’ve always been afraid of this moment, you know,” he said quietly, a faint, hesitant smile tugging at his lips.  ”Of the moment I would cross that line, get too close, feel too much for somebody.  I’m afraid to…”  He trailed off, his lips moving, but his words left him behind.  He was afraid to lose her the way he had lost Freya, that was it.  But he had grown since then, in will, in strength.  He’d grown so much.

“But nothing I could say… no amount of begging could ever make me say no.”

[warm-iceheart]

spell-power replied to your post: (I want to do an rp as fyetevra, Eoals dark side,...

// I am always down for dark, devious storylines, anything to show the alternate Sarah I have. They can be treacherous together.

tokidoracrimesyndicate replied to your post: (I want to do an rp as fyetevra, Eoals dark side,...

((Hah! That’s the whole reason I made this type of rp blog.)) \

(Cool Good to know I have some takers. Let me think of a starter, then i'll let your lovelies know)

[nocompromiseorpeace]

Odd job, odd patients.

Sometimes Anders had to wonder if he should ask for a hand. Just someone to help around the clinic when things were starting to become a little too much. But they would of course require payment. And the more people that stayed there on a daily basis, the more attention the small clinic would attract. Attention from all the wrong places at that. Yet he'd still think about the possibilities whenever he stole a glance around the room while he worked on patients. Some days came close to being too much for him to deal with alone, even with Justice's support. The mage would work hard on maintaining a calm demeanor, unwilling to show annoyances too much, or let show how tired he truly was at some points. These people had been trough a lot already and they deserved to feel welcome here. That was part of what his clinic stood for.

  There were also times when Anders wondered if more people found him because of Hawke, or perhaps because of Varric's tales. Sending in all the right people and warding off those who would seek trouble. He'd take comfort in knowing that they supported him in his work, even if that meant more people to tend to. It weren't just refugees from Ferelden anymore either, Anders noted. The poor of Kirkwall would take up more than half the space sometimes. This cemented the mage's believe that Kirkwall was beyond help if they could not, and would not, look after their own.

  “That should be it, could you try moving your arm now?”

Anders stepped back, watching the blue pulse of magic fade away under his patient's skin. It was an elderly man, doing as he was asked. Anders watched the arm as the man carefully began to move it, keeping an eye out for any signs if pain. He breathed a sigh of relief when he noticed the man's approving expression as he waved his arm around enthusiastically. These little jobs of fixing up someone's pain due to their age were always tricky, and he had missed the mark a couple of times already. Running his hand trough his hair, Anders helped the man up from the cot he'd been seated on. “I need you to take it easy for a couple of days. Or you'll be back in no time if you overexert yourself.”

  Confident that his advice had been taken, Anders helped the man out, feeling just about ready to take a break himself. He could hear Justice in the back of his mind. There were no demands made by the fade spirit. It was rather soothing, he admitted  He watched the old man go down the stairs without any trouble, moving out of his sight. At the same time he noticed someone else coming up. A mess of red hair tricked him into believing it was Aveline at first. He would welcome her, yet his stance betrayed his unease with the idea. Imagen his surprise when instead of the expected person, he lay eyes on a much smaller woman. He moved out of the doorway slowly with the intention of moving this person half way. If they were in need of help, then he'd guide them to the clinic. If they were not then Anders would simply have to defend himself, now wouldn't he?

  “Are you alright?” there was worry in his voice as he called out to her.

[herbalcompendium]

Mageroyal

A beautiful rose-like flower that grows in areas of high magical activity.

Colloquial names: Manablossom, Wizard’s Friend, Sweetrose

Physical Description: Mageroyal grows most prevalently in areas of magical activity, most notably along the leylines of Azeroth. It is a beautiful shrub-like herb with waxy, compound oval leaves that seem to glimmer in any source of light, and large dewy pink or red rose-like blooms. Many blooms can be found on each plant year-round, growing in fractaled clusters. The petals, when touched, leave a shimmering pink dust on the fingers. The whole shrub has been described as “glistening” in appearance in Azerothian literature, and this description rings true. It is most prominently found in the Barrens, Westfall, and Silverpine forest.

Described usage: Mageroyal’s blossoms are edible by themselves, having a sweet and dusky taste one would expect of a candied rose petal. It is said to grow most prominently in the Barrens due to feeding off the magical waters of the Wailing Caverns springs via underground aqueducts, and this is by far the best place to find the herb. It is easily distilled; a simple milling of the blooms combined with fresh water will produce a pink-tinged liquid that tastes and smells of sweetened rosewater. Combining this with a paste of Stranglekelp or Silverleaf will restore magical energies, whereas combining it with a tincture of Briarthorn roots produces insight and wisdom for the imbiber. All of the aforementioned seem to be a popular amongst magic users, and in general this herb is one of the more pleasant upon the palate. Mageroyal is also used in a cherished Stormwind cake recipe. A  freshly crushed paste of the blooms is combined with Stormwind Tawny, a weak and pleasantly sweet alcohol. This is added to a standard cake batter of flour, eggs, milk, and spices to create a wonderful chocolate cake. The cake is typically adorned with additional Mageroyal blossoms, dipped in a solution of the blooms themselves and coated with sugar. The cake, when ingested, is said to provide great happiness. It is commonly baked to celebrate good times and cure something known as “the blues”, which I’m told is a human colloquialism for a period of sadness.

Inscription note: When milling Mageroyal, remember to separate the petals from the stem and leaves. Both the petals and the greens can be ground separately into different types of pigment. A few moments of mashing the petals will yield a thick paste that can best be described as resembling the sky during the very final moments of the sunset.

[werecogsinthemachine]

-mun's phone won't let her send the symbol-

(Mun’s ask box didnt tell him till just now.)

Artsy type came in today, some sort of show for her art going on. Might go later and pick up a few pieces (or the whole gallery). Didn’t seem too sure of herself, might help out with that if I can. Maybe some funding would help.