⋆៹ ✩۪۟۟≭  Jenny && River Song

wickedpotions​:

✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  DEAN && YENNEFER

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HER EYES WERE RATHER PRETTY.  in the sense that dean would probably end up drawing them, or drawing something inspired by them.  It wasn’t every day that you met someone with purple eyes, though truth be told he was surprised it didn’t happen more often in the Wizarding World.  Magic would make it so easy.  ❝ I mean, you add on that the no-nose guy was also the worst kind of person and started two wars - yeah no ballads written about him.  Stories to scare children and war songs, maybe. ❞

ART DID COME FROM FEAR AS MUCH BEAUTY, but the art that came from fear was so often kept locked away.  Dean knew it too well, from personal experience.  The nightmarish drawings in his sketchpad that he never flipped back to from the months on the run.  From the months after getting back home.  

❝ WANDS DON’T SEEM POPULAR IN THIS TOWN, ❞ dean said, taking his time to feel over each piece that was there.  ❝ Which I get, but it’s kinda a shame.  There’s a lot of beauty in wand work.  I find beauty in all kinds of magic, though.  Suppose that’s why I have this project. ❞

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Yennefer shrugged, because in all honesty she knew very little about the composition of music. She had never paid it too much mind, though there were a few ballads written about her back home. Dean’s attention wasn't the first captured by her vibrant eyes and dark hair, and his wouldn’t be the last. 

“Personally,” the woman said as she adjusted a few items on a nearby shelf, “I’ve never felt wands to be of much use for the form of magic I channel. They limit my capability. But, I have met a few who were aided by it. Many people, and I use that word loosely here, in this town, they don’t just use magic, but they are magic. A concept I, myself, find very interesting.” 

She looked to him, then to the display he was combing through. She had never been fond of wand work, so it was intriguing to glimpse even a small part of the process. “It sounds a quite interesting concept to make a piece on. I applaud it-- or I would, if I was the applauding type.”

snowballsandfun​:

Jack had gotten bored with the party at the community center and wandered outside. It was bad enough that he was stuck in one place, but most of the townspeople did not share his sense of humor–Loki notwithstanding, but he already made enough of a nuisance of himself to them that he wasn’t going to go knocking on their window in the dead of night demanding entertainment. Well, not yet, anyway. He wasn’t quite that desperate.

There had been no trace of his staff so he was still earthbound, but that had never stopped Jack. He’d climbed onto the roof of the community center, bare feet dangling over the edge. He was stealthily throwing snowballs at people leaving the party, the drunker the better. He was careful about it, and no one had yet figured out where they were coming from.

Until now. It gave him a small jolt of surprise to realize someone was looking at him. Everyone could see him here, and for as much as Jack had wanted that before, he sometimes found it off-putting now. So much easier to cause mischief when he was invisible. He grinned back, unrepentant, and lifted his hand in a little salute of acknowledgment.

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Never one to turn down the opportunity to enjoy a good party, Samwise Gamgee was happy to be in attendance at the community center. He was chatty at heart, and these sorts of events enabled him to talk to as many people as he pleased. Though, despite his enjoyment, he did have a job to get to in the morning. Leaving early, was the best course of action.

He had barely gotten ten steps out the door when he had nearly toppled over. Shaking snow from his hair, and brushing it from the sleeve of his arm, he looked around for the source. It hadn't taken him long to find it. He raised an eyebrow at the stranger’s salute.

“What’re you doing up there?” he called-- not mad, merely curious. “Y’know, most people don’t enjoy being hit by flying snow.”

shallowmagics​:

— *•̩̩͙   c. & yennefer wilczynski  •̩̩͙* —

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It was stupid to believe Geralt. Back home, believing her father was a matter of her own life or death. Trusting Geralt meant Ciri had a much better chance of living. Even if it scared her in the process. She had spent longer than she thought with him that day, holding onto that same hope.

If she was with Geralt, she was safe.

Cirilla had never imagined one of her core tenants would shatter around her like broken glass.

“I know, I know I shouldn’t.” But she wanted to.

“I liked it better when I thought he was on a different sphere,” she muttered, dark and low. Selfish, she knew but Ciri would say anything, wish for anything, in order to contain the gaping wound in her chest.

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If Yennefer could’ve stopped the pain herself, she would’ve. She wanted to find every one of the fragmented pieces around her daughter, to take them on as her own; for those she couldn't take, she would file them down until they couldn't do harm any longer. Ciri was the only person she could ever fathom doing such a thing for. 

“I preferred it that way too. It was much easier like that.” Her fingers continued smoothing down her back, until she decided to make a little attempt at capturing Ciri’s attention. A wisp of concentrated pale smoke came up from one of the few burning candles in the room. Though the fire was not its source, Yennefer was. It grew in size until it was nearly the size of a basketball. It danced around the living room in the shape of little animals and birds and figures. 

“I think the pair of us deserve a Skellige beach vacation after all of this. Don’t you?” 

wickedpotions​:

✧･ﾟ　MERLIN ft. midna twili

[ setting : the outskirts , with :  bombadills ]

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DESPITE HOW LONG HE HAD LIVED AND HOW LONG HE WOULD LIVE , merlin often felt like he didn’t have enough time.  Between long shifts at the hospital , hanging out with Gwen and Zelda and the Doctor and Castiel , and checking on the town’s plants and wildlife  -  well he had quite a bit he was always doing.  Ey liked it that way , though.  If ey were busy , ey had less time to reminisce on a past ey could never go back to.  Ey had less time to miss Arthur and Gwaine and Lancelot and Gaius ; ey had less time to regret everything that had happened with Mordred and Morgana.

   TONIGHT WAS NOT KIND TO HIM HOWEVER.  he’d been staring at his ceiling for hours , and then he went around and checked on all the plants in the house , and then reorganized one of his bookshelves of magickal tomes.  None of it had distracted his mind from playing back memories.  From re-living some of the worst moments of his very long life.  So , ey grabbed their jacket and one of the beanies Zelda had knitted em before heading out.  It wasn’t a far walk from his house to the woods.  The general towns folk were told to stay away , especially at night once the town gates had been locked up , but Merlin had never been frightened.  It’s not like anything in this world could kill him.  

   HE WASN’T SURE WHY THE FOX HAD ATTRACTED HIS ATTENTION , but he set off following it.  Perhaps he wanted to make sure it didn’t have any babies that needed food , or he wanted to just have something to take his mind off things.  Ey were doing pretty good at not startling the fox , until it’d went past a woman and spotted both of them.  Merlin planned on moving away before she turned , unsure if he wanted company tonight.  But she turned before ey could leave.  

   HE GAVE HER A SHEEPISH SMILE , running his hand over the back of his neck.  ❝ Sorry, I think we were following the same thing ,❞ ey said , nodding towards where the fox had disappeared.  ❝ I didn’t mean to sneak up on anyone.  I wasn’t expecting to run into anyone at all. ❞

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 Any resentment Midna had fizzled away when she saw the look on eir face. It hadn’t been on purpose, a sentiment that eased the rush of adrenaline she had initially felt. 

“I wasn't either… and wasn’t following it. The little beastie just caught my attention is all.” She paused, calculating what direction was best to go in next. He didn’t seem like the axe murderer type, nor the type to follow people around in the dark, so he was likely being honest. “So what brings you here? Escape attempt, collecting something, or did the night just call for a good old fashioned walk?”

Midna had met a few people in her nighttime excursions, and each had fallen into one of those categories. She was always in the third one, as she tended to have a lot on her mind. 

The darkness was comforting to her in the ways others found comfort in a mug of tea or a friend’s hand on your shoulder or a blanket fresh from the drier. 

For how often she came, Midna didn’t seem like a regular in the woods. She was far from dressed for it, with half her midriff out, and no jacket to stand between her and the cold air. The only clue to her frequent visits was her well-worn shoes caked with mud from previous trips. 

picturedspells​:

⋆៹ ✩۪۟۟≭  Jenny && River Song

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River wasn’t even phased, and this intrigued Jenny very much. They had an odd look on their face as they listened to her talk about her curriculum. River didn’t seem to have noticed it at all. They pursed their lips, bringing up their cup of tea to take a long sip of it, then wincing at the heat. It was still a bit too warm.

Did this mean something, or was River just used to being around the strange and different inhabitants of this town? Was River… an alien too, she wondered? Jenny looked her over again, watching the way she moved as she prepared herself a cup of tea.

“Well, studying this town is a big part of it, the barrier, the way people keep appearing from strange and different realms,” Jenny said, smiling to herself. The perfect segue. She acted casual as she raised her cup up for another sip before asking it. “You from around here or somewhere else?”

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As River began preparing her tea in the well loved travel mug she always used, she nodded. It made sense to her that they studied why they were all stuck here. 

“No, not really,” she shook her head, curls bouncing as she did. “Well,at least, I don’t think so. I don’t remember anything before arriving past the odd flash or gut instinct. I try to focus on those things when they come up to surface some sort of memory, but so far I’ve come up empty. That's common here, or so I’ve been told.” 

She lifted the kettle to pour boiling hot water into her mug. “It's quite frustrating, but I manage. There's not much other than that I can think to do… No matter. I'm sure my little sob story isn’t what you wanted to hear. Everyone has their ghosts, especially in a little town like this.”

After she dropped in a bit of milk from the shared fridge and stirred the contents of her mug, River looked at Jenny. “What about you? Are you from around here?”

ofmvoonlight​:

The gentle nature of Sam was a stark contrast to what she was normally used to. If this had happened back home in the presence of her biological father then she wouldn’t have been met with the same warmth. Instead she would have been told to wipe those tears and pull herself together. A princess didn’t have the right to have moments of weakness. No no she had to be strong and cold. That is what their beloved father wanted. Zelda had made it their own personal goal back in Hyrule to go against everything he stood for. They wanted to follow the beat of their own drum and man did that stress him out. 

Good.

Looking at Sam, she frowned. They could feel how tense their shoulders were and how stiff their body became due to it. His gentle nature and the way he looked at them surprising them to their very core. “It..” they whispered and closed their eyes. “Hurts” admitting it out loud made them feel so vulnerable. But Samwise had proven time and time again that he can be trusted.

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Taking care of someone recovering from the edge of a knife was unfortunately not a foreign concept to Sam. He had tended Frodo’s shoulder on the road for two weeks with the help of Strider, and looked after it carefully when the dull aches popped up in the following years. He could do the same for Zelda (though luckily this time he wouldn't have to heal their wounds himself). 

“I believe it would,” he nodded, speaking gently. “So stop straining yourself. It's alright to sit and take it easy on yourself. Physically and mentally.”

He gently rubbed her bicep for a moment before pulling back to give her a little space. “Is there anything I can get for you?”

wickedpotions​:

✧･ﾟ　MERLIN  ft.  midna

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MERLIN WASN’T SURE IF HE SHOULD FEEL REASSURED OR WORRIED THAT SOMEONE ELSE BRUSHED OFF THE WARNINGS .  there were dangerous things in the forest , though he suspected most of those things were less dangerous than the town let on .  They were territorial , and honestly weren’t humans as well ?  ❝ It feels like a staple of humanity that they like to warn people away from everything , even if it’s not nearly as scary as they let on .  I’ve ran into a few nasty things in the forest , but not many .  Most things just like having their space . ❞

  OF COURSE , HE WAS ALSO A CREATURE OF MAGICK , and that tended to ease some of the tensions between him and other creatures .  They were attracted to eir magick , and more likely to let em into their space .

  ❝ IT IS NICE TO THINK ALONE , if you have a lot on you remind .  Is home far away for you ?  Or nearby ? ❞  Ey supposed that was the easiest way to phrase it .  There were people from worlds so unlike this one here , and others like him who were a bit closer .

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 Midna looked around the surrounding trees, not out of any anxiety, but simple awareness. Her eyes were best adjusted to the dark. She spotted birds in the trees, heard the sounds of creatures foraging and settling in their homes, and saw as the intermittent breeze blew about fallen leaves. To her, it was peaceful. She was glad that Merlin wasn’t disturbing the peace. “Fair enough I suppose. I understand wanting space, that's why I came out here after all.”

It took a moment for her to figure out an answer to eir question. It was a complicated one if she really thought about it. While she had been good with science classes with her tutors, she was far from an expert. “It's a little bit of both I think. It's far away, yet just under our nose all at once. To get straight to the point, my home is the realm of shadows. A parallel one to the world of light.” 

To demonstrate, she moved her hand, and one of the shadows that previously was in the shape of the small bush casting it, turned into the shape of a big dog, then a bird, then the fox that they had both been looking at. She smiled faintly at the shapes before letting them seep back to their original form. Perks of being the Twilight’s ruler. Midna shook her head as she looked back to Merlin, “But I can’t seem to slip back into the world of shadows since I got here.” She smiled then, wanting to dispel the subtle wave of sadness. “What about you? Are you from this Earth or from someplace else?”

[Img: four sketches of rp characters; Zsasz (Gotham tv show), Hara (an OC dressed as royalty and wearing mourning clothes), Sam (LOTR), and Piter (Dune). Zsasz is staring ahead intently, Hara is sitting regally, Sam is happily holding a plant, and Piter is in front of the other sketches & looking back at the other characters uneasily]

who are these people

(@petitsdieu from indie rp, and @wickedpotions & @bombadills from the @sallowhillshq​ rp group)

(please don’t reblog if your muse isn’t here!)

yennefer’s intro

I think I just saw Yennefer Wilczynski (she/they, cis woman, 96). she’s a canon character from the witcher. have you heard she remembers everything from her previous life? she appeared here in may 2021 after attempting to track down her daughter, ciri, and hold off the wild hunt. now she’s working as a customer assistant at the bubbling cauldron. still, she does have that overly confident, bitten lips, mess of dark curls, lilac & gooseberries vibe about her.

[anya chalotra. more information at bottom of post]

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“Remember-- magic is Chaos, art, and science. It is a curse, a blessing, and progress. It all depends on who uses magic, how they use it, and to what purpose. And magic is everywhere. All around us.” 

--The Witcher, Blood of the Elves

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Can you tell me your name?

“Yennefer of- ahem Wilczynski.

Where are you from?

“Vengerberg, in Aedirn.

What’s the last thing you remember?

“Last I remember I was carding through some dingy library looking for a certain... important piece of information.

We have a history of memory loss here. Do you feel as if you may be missing some memories?

“No. No, everything seems to be intact

Have you found a job here in Sallow Hills?

“I did indeed. I work at the Bubbling Cauldron. Its not what I would prefer, but it’ll do for the time being.

What was the strangest thing you saw before arriving here?

“Once I saw a witcher weaving flowers into a young girl’s hair. That's quite a strange sight. 

What traits would your friends give to you?

“Powerful, talented, ineffably beautiful-- at least, they would, if I had any friends.

Is there anything else you would like to say?

“If you see a certain tall, white haired, brute, send him my way.

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Find a mini bio, personal details, connections, and other details on the muse page here

[midna] [river] [samwise] 

sinnersxonly​:

Watching the people in a bar told you a lot about them. Sirius certainly was not nosy, but he liked to converse, and people tended to get chattier the more drinks they had. So he had already heard plenty of stories in his time at the White Rabbit. Which was nice; he liked that people felt they could talk to him, just like he had always been able to talk to his friends. That had helped him a lot, so if he could help others by letting them unload their burdens, he was more than fine with that.

The guy who had just sat down seemed like he had had a day. Even his smile was tired. “Evening. Hope you don’t mind me saying, but you look like you could use a pick-me-up,” Sirius said, leaning his elbow on the bar. “Rough day?”

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Differences of people between Earth and Middle Earth were numerous, and sometimes they disturbed Sam greatly. There were a few things which remained the same, though. People could be kind, or they could be rude. Life could be exciting, or it could be exceedingly boring. You go to work, then you went home, and you repeated the motions over and over. One thing Sam was still glad to see was that pubs still filled up when the work day let out.

It was what brought him there, after all, the small part of him that was still holding on to that routine. “I could. Its been a bit of a “day from hell” as people round these parts say. Owning a business can be fun, ‘cept the days when its not.”