#mageforge

[cl-0v3r]

OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS ONG MY PRAYERS HAVE BEEN ANSWERED ARGHHHFHRJJEKEKE😭 😭 😭

I love pathetic men

Jayce’s obsession with Mel’s thighs is serotonin personified, he’s really that usher gif😭

Hopefully I finish this wip

[azurwraith]

the  night  is  late,  and  the  fugitive  elf  has  switched  to  water,  murky  and  dark  in  the  bottom  of  his  mug.  the  others  have  filtered  out  of  the  hanged  man  either  alone  or  together,  leaving  bethany  and  fenris  to  lapse  into  thick  silence.   

             “how  do  they  treat  you  in  there, @mageforged?”   fenris'  voice  is  low,  almost  ashamed  to  ask  —–  in  the  back  of  his  mind  he  knows  the  painful  answer. 

[fenanera]

@mageforged ( plotted starter )

To see the result of his failings in every harried mage's face was a death by a thousand cuts unlike any other. The bleary gauze of the Fade had been reluctant to dissolve from his eyes; with only a year spent out of uthenera, walking in the Waking World had taken time to get used to. Kaleidoscopic mirages no longer tempted his steps. Ruined fragments of temples he once knew didn't whisper his name. Spirits did not shiver in and out of shape by the corner of his eye. And magic was stagnant - a bloated, stubborn vein compared to the depthless current he sprang from. Pulled through teeth by force, and not conjured by a simple gesture.

At least in the Fade, there had been familiar remnants of how it should have been, what it used to be, though distant and rotted by the Veil. But here - here, it was little more than a gaping wound trying desperately to form a stitch.

Hiding the grief of it all took time, but he managed it through the weathered grace he perfected in his disguise. The humble slouch of his shoulders could hide the hackles within. The undertones of regret in his voice could be painted as empathy for long-gone figments of history.

Hiding his disgust was harder. Solas watches now from a perch above the courtyard as more apostates filter through Skyhold's gates. How many did that make now ? He had lost count, and with it, his patience hearing every fraught whisper of templars, of punishment, of pain - like a father might blame a child for their injuries out of guilt for his own neglect.

❛ It should not be this way, ❜ he murmurs, only loud enough amidst the chaos that Bethany might hear. ❛ I should have - I should offer more of my service. ❜ Close to tranquil as they might as well be, their collective fear was...palpable, pulling the strings of an old, old urgency to protect. Try as he might, it was not a muscle he could sever. And that would complicate things, before long.

[woodcries]

　　' 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐄 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓? ' when it came to a real battle, she would have used a healing spell or a potion, but this was her own clumsiness. while she could wield her own staff in her sleep without any issue, it had taken maybe ten seconds of holding bethany's before she'd smacked herself in the face-- soon to form a bruise or a black eye. it was the sort of thing that she hadn't done since she first learned to wield a staff, too used to farming equipment to know how to use something more unbalanced.

@mageforged / starter call.

[berthindeath]

bree;  30+,  they/she  enby  and  this  is  an  independent,  selective,  &  canon  divergent  rp  blog  for  gwendolyn  "rook"  ingellvar  from  dragon  age:  the  veilguard.  i  am  limited  activity,  multi-ship,  multi-verse,  and  multi-fandom.  ☠

blogroll:  @turpisdeus  -  multi-muse  sideblog a  house  of  many  mansions:  @avemaria,  @blightworn  /  @hznkss,  @fatescarred  /  @kismetwilled,  @immortalmuses, @magefell / @ttabr1s / @mageforged, @muutos,  @of-cruelty  /  @lone-blade,  @prophetries  /  @azurwraith, @relentlessgrief, @scvcnofswords,  @todrawblood  /  @osculumabmor, @svartr  /  @gvura

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               CARRD  ||  BIOGRAPHY  ||  VERSES  ||  CONNECTIONS  ||  MEMES

[lone-blade]

" you can't understand . not unless you were there . "

meme | CLOSED | @mageforged

REGRET RUNS DEEP IN HIS BLOOD. Accented by pangs of guilt and waves of sorrow. Both of them had lost something, even if neither of them were entirely sure WHAT that was. But Carver can't find it in himself to disagree with her.

Because he should have been there. He should have written more, should have been aware of exactly what was going on in this cursed City of Chains---especially after mother. But no. He chose to be the stubborn one. The angry one. The insolent brother with a chip on his shoulder. Carver nods, a sad sort of thing while his body visibly deflates.

"You're right," he muttered in a broken tone. "I should have been there. I could have helped--- I could have done...something."

[onceawake]

PICK  A   SONG  FOR   EACH  LETTER  OF  YOUR   URL.

O — Open The Gates - Aethyrien

N — New Divide - Linkin Park

C — Come Play - Arcane, Stray Kids, Young Miko, Tom Morello

E — Echoes of the Mountain - Ashenfell

A — Arena - Fabian Mazur, Snavs

W — Whatever It Takes - Hollywood Undead

A — alt_Human - Circle of Dust, Celldweller

K — Kinder der Sterne - Blutengel & Meinhard

E — Empty Bed - Saint Punk

tagged by: @astraldestiny before I could even steal it <3 tagging: @mageforged, @stlwrt, @emwrcte :)

[magecrashout]

#MAGECRASHOUT: my red flag is your white one soaked in blood. selective / indie / canon divergent / headcanon-based portrayal of marian hawke. penned by mor, she/her, 21+, gmt+3 multi para preferred, nsfw + triggering content. cardd. playlist. pinterest. perpetually stuck with: @prophetries, @rcgueprince, @veninpoetique, @divinesleft, @mageforged !

featuring a study in: the family failure, changing under grief, moral failure, trying to do the right thing but failing, viscountess hawke's huge ego, struggles with mental illness, turning to blood magic, holding onto sanity, losing/having self-control, letting fate guide you, vanity, unconditional self-love, burdens you don't deserve, the 'hero' nobody wanted, self-sabotaging, making selfish choices, hawke being the crash out queen, losing the plot sometimes.

find me: @todrawblood

[pixieswashere]

MAGETECH = MELJAYVIK 🔷️✨️🔮🛠✨️🔷️

and MAGEFORGE = MELJAY💛🌟 ⚒️🌟💛

P.S. UR ART IS DELICIOUS TY FOR THIS

I'm still here, still stuck on this

Thinking about calling them mageforge or magetech

[lone-blade]

ALIAS. griffon, griff AGE. 29 ZODIAC. aries HEIGHT. 5'3 HOBBIES. reading, writing, plants, historical research, cooking FAVOURITE COLOUR. that olive green everyone is painting their kitchen right now? it eats. that and mustard yellow or gold. FAVOURITE BOOKS. So many. Seven Husbands of EvelynHugo, Will of the Many, Vicious, Babel. LAST SONG. Long Long Time, Linda Ronstadt LAST MOVIE. Napoleon (2023) LAST SHOW. The Last of Us RECENT READ. American Government (I had no time to read for pleasure this last semester) FUN FACT. I worked as a chef for nearly a decade before pivoting into museum work and going back to school for my degree.

Tagged by: @dcvium

Tagging: @berthindeath, @rcgueprince @fenanera @mageforged and anyone else!

[lone-blade]

i'm the one you should blame.

meme | accepting @mageforged

THE BOY FROWNS IN indignation, and he stands with a straightened back, anything to make him seem taller and more self assured. "Don't talk like that!" his outburst is a normal one---so assured, so passionate. "How could you even say that---it's no ones fault." He does not mean to raise his voice at her, and yet here he stands; yelling as thought what he says is needed to convince even himself. "You're still learning...no one knew there would be a Templar all the way out here. Dad will handle it---and I will protect you!"

[onceawake]

what colour does your love feel like?

deep staining red

Ripped out confessions, warm velvety whispers and a heart like an open wound. Your love flows out like dripping blood, beautiful, flawed and twisted. It's gut wrenching, the type of painfully dramatic feeling that makes you clutch your chest, picturing dramatic monologues about love and loving and big screen over the top scenes of sobbing into your pillow until you fall asleep. It rips out of you, clawing it's way up your throat more so than tumbling out. Sticky words that just need to be let out, feelings so big they don't fit inside you. Your love isn't easy, it's a true bloody mess, dripping and staining everything it touches in a desperate attempt to be seen, to be felt, to be loved back. And you, you love so hard, so deeply, so much for someone who carries all that pain. Atlas holding up the world, how are you? Is your love still flowing? Is your heart still open? Still pumping and bleeding and dripping with blood and tears? Still painting your beautiful pictures and writing your love letters in deeply personal red ink? Because I see them, I read them, I love them and you, you, you, you. Clench your chest, scream your love, cry it out. Spill your words of loving, keep your heart beating, keep your love coming and paint the entire world red with it. Make it in your image, keep going, it's okay. Maybe one day the whole world can be red and loved and beautiful just like you.

tagged: @mageforged ! tagging: YOU.

[lone-blade]

small starter | @mageforged

IT IS A DREARY DAY. The rain is constant, the cold bitter, and the tone of the last week had been---miserable. No one need mention WHY. The date had been seared into all of their minds and with every anniversary their little home seemed more and more clouded in melancholy. While no one spoke of it, the anniversary of Malcolm's death weighed heavy on them all. Carver attempts to ignore his feelings, but while he and Bethany sit near the hearth to keep warm and read---the truth can't help but tumble forward.

"I miss him..."