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@widogastswebofwords asked // [ 19 ] a bright, snowy glen

"CALEB! IT'S SO BLINDINGLY BEAUTIFUL!" Shrill laughter, boisterous and bright echoed in the snow dusted hills that they were traveling through. Well. That the two of them were traveling through. Pastries and Parchment. That was the shopping list. Those two items. Beau was too cold, Yasha was keeping her warm, Veth was tinkering...and well, the others just didn't want to make the journey. Fuddy duds.

Clumps of snow were thrown in the air, some smacking the wizard in the face as his companion couldn't contain her excitement. Her laughter was practically contagious, and she couldn't help but revert back to her inner child as she flopped face first into the soft, cold snowbanks. Limbs wiggled and wriggled as she made an angel here or a monster there. The paintbrush was even whipped out to draw a few phallus figures in the bright, white canvas. The blueberry cleric, though, hesitated to throw a snowball at him. Instead, she threw it at a tree and watched as it splattered into a beautiful spray of glittery, bitter cold flakes.

The giggles continued as she tittered about here or there, discovering animals as they popped up and out of the snowy canopies or from the hidden underbrush. Even Sprinkles got down for a little romp around. As her wizard companion finally caught up to her, the smile was so bright on her face and she threw a bit more snow in the air. "I don't care how cold I am! This will neverrr get old!!"

[jaydrlove]

Caleb Widogast

“I suppose I enjoyed being seen as I should have been. Or could have been… Whatever we’re doing here, I have come home in the hopes of atoning. And that idea has evolved quite a bit over time, and I’m not sure what the exact answer is. But I mean to atone.”

Art by me @jaydrlove

[starbornknight]

❝ 'Who’… or 'what’. I love the idea of ‘what’. Ghosts and monsters, remnants of the dead… the disturbed dead. The idea that someone is still here and furious… or that something has been lurking here forever.  ❞ (from Erin) @widogastswebofwords

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“I’d be more of a ‘what’ fan if ‘what’s’ didn’t often try to kill me,” said Harry, wandering along with his pentagram swinging towards his destination, a tissue of still wet blood folded inside of it. “Or if they didn’t always crash my birthday.”

He sniffed, feeling put upon that he could be at Mac’s enjoying a nice steak sandwich and a cold beer, but instead he was after what’s probably a fledgling ghoul. He looked around at Erin. “Feel free to ask questions though about the spells. Since you know, apprenticing and all that.”

[anchoredheroes]

@widogastswebofwords​ said:

“it seems to me that you can’t dance for shit.” (from Caleb, either at the winter palace or maybe he catches he trying to practice somewhere?)

she'd been at it for about an hour. she almost had the steps down, after weeks of practicing first barefoot then in shoes, but now she had to try and do it in heels. josephine hadn't even bothered asking her to try a dress yet. if the inquisitor couldn't manage to keep her balance without such long fabric getting in the way, then it might best to get that under control first. her legs hurt, her ankles hurt, her feet hurt, her hands and knees were scuffed and bruised with the amount of times she'd fallen to the ground or slammed into the wall. solas was polite enough to allow her the rotunda to practice, and she knew that those above must have been watching but--

to have confirmation from a heavily accented voice was... embarrassing. her cheeks flush as she spins to face the taller man, stumbling to catch her balance. " yeah, well, it's not like i've had ample time to practice in the wilds of the free marches. and.... these shoes are a weapon in disguise."

[lathal]

👚- What color do they wear a lot of?

Headcanons About my Muse's Style // Accepting

Around Skyhold, she wears a lot of white and off white. On the field, she prefers darker colors, usually brown, because it doesn't show the dirt as much.

I'll also mention dark green because it's the color of a cloak that she wears often during the winter. She invested in it pretty early on in the game because the areas of the Free Marches where her clan roams have a much more temperate climate than Haven and Skyhold do. It's a nice cloak, trimmed in fur, and she added some embroidery in a traditional dalish pattern around the hood and near where its pockets are for additional decoration.

[nebulamuses]

@widogastswebofwords sent:  ❝ I want books. Old, expensive books. I’ll send you a list. ❞ (from Caleb, for Bart)

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Bartholomew was currently lost in the marvel of the tower. He looked left to right, eyes always finding some new curiosity to catch his attention. The stained glass, the expansive shelves already filled with volumes, the uniqueness of every fixture...

And of course, all the places for new books that sat bare and empty and in need of filling. 

He chuckled. “A place like this deserves old, expensive books. I can see what I can dig up,” he said, looking around at Caleb. “I know I’ve said it a half dozen times, but this place you’ve built is extraordinary. Utterly extraordinary. How do you get physical items to remain?”

[cupcaketrickster]

she's never seen snow, not properly. she has seen pictures of snow and she's read about it- but who hasn't done that much? her whole life she had been on the coastline and so now, she hopes they will forgive her complete and utter wonder and awe, all but running around to try and do everything- first having rolled about in the snow and made snow angels and now she is making a little snow family! or she is trying to make a snow family. caleb's words aren't helping.

"There's not enough snow to make a snowperson." @widogastswebofwords , caleb states, and jester turns to look at him, crossing her arms and sticking her tongue out, teasing and not able to keep the expression for too long as a snowflake hits her tongue and she laughs. " do you have a spell to like... make more? or like maybe we can make a really little snowfamily? " all of this is assuming caleb would help... but well... she could ask after he shared his brilliant idea.

[cupcaketrickster-a]

♫ (from Caleb)

curses - the crane wives 

me and my friends are lonely - matt mason 

a love song / non love song - jon cozart and dodie 

dear fellow traveler - sea wolf 

happiness is a butterfly - lana de rey

holding on where i’m able - the oh hello’s 

[hotdrinks]

Commission for @high-dragon-bait of theirs and @widogastswebofwords dragon age characters! I had a lot of fun drawing this, and I appreciate you letting me draw something that's so special to y'all! :')

I still have one or two spots open for commissions (depending on how complex) if anyone wants!

Commission form

[high-dragon-bait]

I love your banters with Fenris about bby Eshana and it's made me curious: Do you have a headcanon about her you haven't had a chance to share before, but would like to share now? *chinhands*

Oh. You don't know what you just asked

Eshana doesn't have headcanons. She has an entire novel-length sidestory. A wholeass canon just for her that you have given me the excuse to fully spill here to the best of my ability.

Note: This story only exists in the true canon, aka the canon of my and @widogastswebofwords combined playthroughs. They roleplay their protags on their blog along with some other muses and have a google doc linked explaining more about them! I adore them, they are my children

This, with all the brevity I can muster, is Eshana's story.

Her story takes place ten years after her mother, Avis (My Hawke) has died. She is sixteen, memories of her mother are scattered and broken, she lives in Kirkwall with her father, Fenris, and four years ago, she discovered she was a mage.

Since she was about eight, Fenris started sending her to live with her uncle, Avery (Snow's Hawke), in the summers while he went off and did Blue Wraith things. Avery lives in Antiva with his wife, Josephine Montilyet, and their three daughters Malina, Delilah, and Rosalie. Eshana loved these trips, she loved Antiva, she loved her uncle, and loved being the "cool older cousin" to his kids.

When her magic was discovered this arrangement carried the added bonus of magical training as Avery is also a mage, making Eshana even closer with her uncle, and creating a very sharp contrast between how he deals with her magic, and how her father deals with it

Fenris struggles with Eshana's magic. Avis' death reverted his views on magic drastically. Act one of Dragon Age 2 drastically even PAST that level if it's possible. Magic is now this horrifically dangerous thing that has taken every possible good thing in his life, and now, it is tied to his daughter

Don't get confused, Fenris loves her. He loves her more than anything. He sees her as now in danger from the one thing he cannot protect her from, the thing that ruined his life, stole his memories, killed his wife, and now, like some horrible joke it wants his daughter too. He will not let that happen. It will not have her

But, all Eshana sees is the father she was once so close to suddenly becoming icy. Suddenly criticizing her for nothing. Suddenly seeming to want to suffocate her and keep her at a distance. In the four years since her magic appeared, their relationship crumbles.

Finally, this culminates in Eshana setting a copy of The Tale of the Champion on fire in her bedroom and nearly injuring herself trying to put it out before Fenris discovers it.

Fenris discovers it

The two have a massive argument. The worst they've ever had. Fenris decides she's out of control tells her she will not be going to Avery that summer. She will stay with him. Furious, Eshana rebukes by screaming in his face "I wish Avery was my father!"

And that. Is the breaking point my friends

They part in silence and Eshana races back up to her half-burned room as what she said slowly dawns on her. She decides fuck it, if he won't let her go to Antiva, she'll find her own way

She steals fifty sovereigns from her room, her mother's scarf, tearing it it half and leaving the other piece behind, and a dull knife, and she leaves out her bedroom window under the cover of night.

She bribes her way onto a cargo ship, bound for Antiva, lying about her identity to the captain, who agrees to let her aboard if she agrees to work. She does, and they take her

Eshana realizes the gravity of what she's done pretty much as soon as they can no longer see land. She finds herself watching the sun, imagining her father, somewhere in the city as the day passes. What he might be doing by now. She imagines him relieved, glad to have his mage-daughter gone

But, the captain's intentions are were not pure. See, he's deep in dept to the Crows, running out of time to pay it off and backed into a corner. Then, this random street girl shows up with 50 sovereigns worth of stolen coin, not enough to fully pay the rest of his debt but it's something. The girl herself however... she might cover the rest.

Nearly the moment they dock in Antiva the Captain, who Eshana had confided in some and told she was looking for her uncle, while still not revealing her true identity, kidnaps her. He lures her in by claiming he will help her search for this uncle, and then binds her and takes her to the Crows.

He does make it to the Crows, and offers her to them along with all the other bits of treasure he's scraped up to pay off his debt. Their leader, Zevran, takes one look at this offering of a living teenage girl and decides letting this captain ever live was a mistake. He tells him the Crows no longer take recruits in this manner, and kills him, right there on the road.

Zevran stands her up, unbinds her, and asks her who she was and where she's going. She... lies to him. Tells him her name is Bethany and she has no where to go. So, Zevran offers to take her with him, just for a time, until she finds something to do with herself

There's more! But that's about all we have in detail. Don't worry it DOES have a happy ending and Fenris and Eshana are reunited again. The whole thing takes place over about a year and is entirely from Esha's point of view, so Fenris would really only be in it at the beginning and the end, with maybe a few flashbacks sprinkled in.

I know how Fenris might sound here but he really is a scared parent who is not perfect taking care of a scared girl who is not perfect. Their relationship is messy but ultimately grounded in love, and they would mend their relationship after the events of this side-story. Here's a tiny bit of dialogue between Eshana and her uncle when she finally goes to him after being missing for months on end

Eshana: When I left, I knew I wouldn’t stay. You'd just send me home… I didn’t want to stay.

Avery: So, why did you come?

Eshana: I wanted to scare him. I wanted him to miss me and want me back. 

Avery: He did. 

It lives in my head all the time, rent free :)

[lupuspopuli]

Hey anyone who still follows me here! I’m moving Remus and Hodge ( @inmournfulnumbers ) to my multimuse blog!

You can find them and me much more active over on @widogastswebofwords

[nyf-archive]

@widogastswebofwords asked // [ 07 ] the space between two shelves stuffed with magical tomes and old leatherbound journals

The smell in this establishment was phenomenal to say the least. The tiefling could now understand why exactly his companion loved to be in places like this. It was the epitome of peace and quiet. His tail swayed lazily back and forth as he perused the shelves, lithe digits traveling along each beautiful and gilded spine, feet carrying him quietly down each isle or nook. The scrolls he passed were soft and aged; he could tell those that had been purchased second hand or maybe even scrounged from dig sites of the old world.

The colorful creature soon found his quarry and smiled a little softer to himself as he sashayed over to him and, like that of a curious animal, put his head over his shoulder and practically purred. "What are you doing, Mister Caleb? Found something interesting enough to purchase?" Voice like velvet and touch like feathers, Mollymauk draped his arms now across the wizard's back, shoulder to shoulder he lounged against him, reading--or trying to read--the arcane script just beyond his reach.

Crimson, glossy hues scanned the parchment for any understanding at all, but came up mostly blank. A frown and wrinkle of his eyebrows the only tell of his disdain to the unknown that Caleb called his magic. "Seems a hefty one, hmm, dear? Must be filled with old secrets written by some pompous paradox of a practitioner..you can tell by the golden leaves on the spine...why not one of the ones that looks less...gaudy? Maybe the ones with the blood stains on the pages." A soft snicker as his long, spaded tail wraps affectionately around his companion's leg. He did love to tease him so.

[proelio-procusi-a]

WHAT  FORM  OF  GENTLE  AFFECTION  ARE  YOU  ?

brushing  loose  hair  behind  your  lover's  ear

the  gentle  tenderness  and  care...  deep  yearning  from  the  barest  brush  of  skin...  wanting  to  ask  for  more  but  being  unsure...  you spend  a  lot  of  time  worrying  about  whether  or  not  you  will  find  love,  and  sometimes  aren’t  even  sure  if  romance  is  something  worth  pursuing.  you  have  spent  so  long  being  on  your  own,  you  simply  struggle  to  picture  yourself  beside  another  person.  perhaps  you  even  secretly  worry  that  you  are  too  much  for  another  person.  it  is  important  to  not  think  of  yourself  as  someone  unlovable,  as  you  are  just  as  deserving  of  romance  as  any.  however,  it  is  also  important  to  not  place  your  value  on  relationships;  you  are  a  complete  person  on  your  own.

tagged  by  : @thelyss

tagging  : @smokeswirled @chaotiicgoods (Fenris) @widogastswebofwords​ @everlightblessing​ @macabrepuppet​ and whomever else would like to

[starbornknight]

@widogastswebofwords​ sent: ❝ Wow, looks like he hates you even more than he hates me. ❞ (from Molly)

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“That’s going to be like half the testimonial section of my auto biography,” said Harry dryly, watching the Megalomaniac of the Week - a Warlock who felt that Harry had ‘WRONGED HIM FOR THE LAST TIME’ - do the speech. 

He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Why do villains actually have to monologue like they belong in an episode of He-Man or Scooby-Do?”

[anchoredheroes]

What body part are you?

Heart

A heart in a cynical sense feels nothing, it simply carries through all the blood, all the oxygen, all the components the other parts that do feel need. An ugly organ, misshapen and strange when held in the palm of your hand. Yet, it is the centre of your being. It is the core. Even when you try to act unaffected, it is your heart that gives you away, skipping a beat, fluttering in excitement, halting dead in terror. You have so much of it to give, you just haven’t learned to discern who is and isn’t worthy of it yet. Hold onto it. Do not whittle it down, carve names into the flesh that you cannot erase. Remain patient, remain astute, and remain loving.

tagged by: @widogastswebofwords​​ tagging: @steeledhearts​ ( lilah, cullen, josette ), @musamulta​ ( marie, elian ), @senoculae​, @pellelavellan​, and whoever else wants!

[fates-looking-glassarchive]

Barb;

Barb had been watching from the Inn's window, as often the doll does since it wasn't exactly idea for something so macabre to run around a town like this. But she had been there for months, since abandoned in a rush when her previous caretaker had tried to flee the crowns guard - Miss Zana had let Barb stay because she was really good with writing, she keeps the books in check...made menus and wrote her letters.

The evening is growing darker, but the inn is emptier then usual because something was happening - Miss Zana said something about a Circus... something rare in these parts.... Barb wondered if that's what the lights were but something bright and red passed under the window drawing her gaze to the tiefling who wore the coat. "Lucian?" Barb says softly, and a bright, bubbly feeling builds in them - changing the color of the candle flame in her skull to a bright yellow as she scurries down into the Inn's tavern floor. "LucianLucianLucian-" She says, over and over excitedly, going through her shortcuts and mouse holes to get downstairs as Miss Zana was trying to dismiss the brightly colored visitor from taking the rest of her customers for the night. Her little feet click on the wood, and onto the counter - spooking Zana as she runs in front of her to meet the face of the individual. "Lucian!" The little doll holds up her tiny hands, even with a cat skull for a face - it felt bright with excitement.

a forgotten face / @widogastswebofwords for Molly