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wickedpotions​:

✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  DEAN && YENNEFER

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DEAN TOOK A MOMENT TO PONDER HER WORDS.  he hadn’t done much research into the magic of his own world, if he was being honest.  The magic at Hogwarts had been a lot to begin with.  But when he started this project, he’d sought out Professor Lupin who’d shared so many ideas of the magic in their own world, let alone the magic of this new world.  Still, the idea of someone being magic was a lot to think about.  

❝ BACK AT HOME, IT WAS RARE TO SEE A WIZARD NOT USING A WAND.  it channels the magic we have in us, giving us more focus and direction.  But, at the same time, if I traveled to a different area of the world, it would be different.  But the way I learned magic was to channel it through something. ❞  He hesitated for a moment before pulling out his own wand.  It was his second personal wand, technically, as his first had been destroyed by the Malfoys.  This was the one he’d made with Ollivander, putting his own sweat and magic into it.  Tight engravings covered it from handle to tip, though the shape of it was simple enough.  ❝ I made this one myself a few years back, when my first wand was destroyed. ❞

HE HELD IT OUT SO SHE COULD SEE IT, if she so wished to.  ❝ What kind of magic do you use, if you don’t mind me asking. ❞

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Setting the small trinket she had in hand back into place on the shelf, Yennefer closed the distance between them. His explanation made a great deal of sense as it was similar to why someone in her practice would need one. She vaguely recalled Tissaia’s lesson on wandwork and channeling from her days studying in Aretuza, but that was so long ago any of the details had left her mind. She studied the wand with great curiosity. Finally, she held her hand out to take it, “You made this yourself? It's beautifully done.”

Turning the wand over in her hands, Yennefer examined each part of it in turn. The mage felt the slightest bit of magic humming around it, but not much else. She had discounted his skill upon his first entrance, but she could tell it was impressive even if she didn’t know much about the craft. Her appreciation would only grow when she considered how young he must be. After a moment, she held it back to him.

“My magic is Chaos,” she began. “It's everywhere. It runs beneath the ground like water. Where I come from, all you need do is tap the spring and focus it to your will. You may understand it as the law of entropy. I create order from the disorder, but as the universe’s natural state is disorder, I must be careful to not allow it to pull me back.”

@shallowmagics​ my girl

wickedpotions​:

✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  ZSASZ OPEN STARTER

ZSASZ  WAS  WHISTLING  AS  HE  MOVED  THROUG  THE  STORAGE  ROOM,  COLLECTING  ITEMS  THAT  NEEDED  TO  BE  MOVED  TO  THE  FRONT.    he  only  had  a  month  left  of  florence  tenners  following  him  around.    A  month  and  he  could  go  back  on  his  weekly  (if  not  daily)  Revenant  hunts  without  asking  Armes  (the  horrible  woman)  for  permission.    Tenners  had  to  be  excited  too.    Him  and  his  partner  had  to  be  tired  of  trading  off  from  watching  him.    They’d  gotten  lazy  the  last  month  and  change,  as  well.    Holidays  did  that  for  people.    

HE  GRABBED  A  BOX  OF  HUNTING  KNIVES,  lugging  it  out  to  the  main  area  of  the  shop.    Kai,  his  dragon,  excitedly  jumped  off  the  counter  and  twisted  around  his  ankles.    Zsasz  titled,  just  slightly,  to  avoid  Kai,  and  one  of  the  knives  fell  out  of  the  box.    ❝Mind  grabbing  that?    I’d  rather  not  put  down  this  box  until  I’m  at  the  knife  display,❞  he  called  out  to  the  person  he’d  clocked  by  the  small  clothing  rack.

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Yennefer was surprisingly used to being thrown headfirst into lands that were wholly unfamiliar and not her own. That wasn’t the issue. The issue stemmed from her isolation from the familiar. This world, Earth, was too different from what she knew for her to feel comfortable in being alone there. With no assurance that her Chaos would continue to work as it should, and no head over heels witcher ready to hop to her defense at a moment's notice, she knew that secondary protection was her best bet. 

Approaching Hills Hunting, she tightened the belt of her black woolen coat as if that would somehow serve to warm her up. Though she was dressed in layers of beautifully made black and white pieces of clothing, the chill in the air was still seeping into her bones. Luckily for her, the interior of the shop was much warmer than the outdoors. 

She had only been in the shop for a moment before she watched as the shopkeeper entered from the back. She watched as a blade fell from the box he was carrying, and gave a little nod at the request. It wasn’t until she was halfway down that she registered what it was that had caused him to stumble. A dragon!? A fucking dragon. One that looked all too similar to– no. She would think about him later. Not now. This town would be the death of her aching heart.

She tore her eyes away from the little beast, and walked the knife over to the display, holding it out to him in a way that wouldn’t slice either of them in the passing off. “You know, it's not particularly professional for shop owners to have such a loose grip on weaponry when customers are present.”

rebellioussnips​:

Ahsoka had fallen in love with the way Earth did holidays, they felt so soft and warm to ward off the winter cold. She both loved and hated the snow and the cold, for what she felt was good reason. The reality, though, was that she hadn’t particularly allowed herself to get close to anyone and it made it a lonely time of year as well. 

Distracted, she walked through town for her break from the inn, knowing it was important she let herself walk away from time to time. But, even distracted, she had a habit of paying attention to the people around her. Hearing the rip, her eyebrow arched as she looked to the source. She followed that instinct she always had that said go help and immediately knelt to help him gather up the few stragglers. 

“Here you go,” she mused, holding onto the things she’d picked up. “I have a spare bag, one of the reusable ones,” she offered, reaching into her bag and pulling it out, tucking his things into it before holding it out. “Don’t want you to lose anything,” she said gently, a soft smile on her face. 

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It took a moment to register the woman’s words as he had been wrangling in the items that had rolled. Samwise, obviously frazzled, needed a second to find his voice again, “Oh, thank you very much.“

He was grinning now, and, taking the bag from her, Sam put the items he had picked up into it. A quick glance over the contents told him that everything had been retrieved, aside from… aha! He reached over to grab the missing bag of cinnamon, and dropped it in. Standing, he offered a hand to help her up.

“I really appreciate the hand. I don’t think we’ve met! Sam Gamgee, at your service.” The whole non-Middle-Earth greeting thing was still slightly confusing to him, but it's the thought that counts. Right?

ofmvoonlight​:

Zelda knew the risks when they decided to pursue modeling. They knew that their life would change and that privacy no longer would exist in their world. It was all rather tragic. But it had gotten worse and worse by each passing day. In the beginning of living here things had been pretty calm due to Zelda just starting off this career path. But now that they had lived here for a while and have made a name for herself, things had quickly changed. Some days they could go to the store and not be surrounded. But there were days, like this one for instance, when they didn’t really have a choice in the matter. 

It started with maybe ten people and then it escalated into thirty. Truth be told, Zelda had lost count and now it felt like they were drowning out at sea. No one seemed to care however. They must think; it’s her own fault. She is a celebrity, she knew what she signed up for. 

It was close minded and it was cruel. No one deserved to lose their humanity just because of the job they have. And being a model shouldn’t really be that big of a deal but guess they were wrong. They didn’t want to change career path, of course not. But maybe they should listen to their boss about getting security. Back home in Hyrule, they had been isolated from the rest of the world. But here? Here she could be free. And she didn’t want to lose that. So they would just have to come up with a deal. 

They had about given up when it came to getting help when they heard someone speak up. Their eyes widened when they saw a kind looking man hold out his hand to them. Taking it without hesitation, they let out a sigh of relief.

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Pulling on the hand clasped to his, Sam managed to tug the stranger through the crowd. He kept her close until they were a ways away from the mess of people. He had vaguely remembered doing something similar with someone close to him before, but the specifics of memory felt intangible (as many of them did these days), so he gave up on the train of thought for the time being. 

When it was safe, Sam let go of her hand. He looked at her, concern etched into his brow. “You alright, miss? Seemed like quite the fuss. What’s that all about, if you don’t mind me asking?”

Samwise’s Intro

I think I just saw Samwise Gamgee (he/him, cis man, 39). he’s a canon character from lord of the rings. have you heard he remembers most things from his previous life? he appeared here in June 2021 after having a quiet night in with his partners in bag-end. now he’s working as the owner of the Dwarven Nursery. still, he does have that heart of gold, summer rain shower, green-thumb vibe about him.

[allen leech. more information at bottom of post]

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“But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer.”

--The Lord of the Rings, The Two Towers

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Can you tell me your name?

“Samwise Gamgee, but my friends call me Sam

Where are you from?

“Hobbiton-- that's in the West Farthing of the Shire

What’s the last thing you remember?

“I was just finishing the washing up after dinner [post returning from the quest]-- talking to Rosie and Frodo you see. I think... oh doesn’t matter.

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

“I wager there are some things missing. There's a lot that's fuzzy.

Have you found a job here in Sallow Hills?

“I took up running the Dwarven Nursery. I’ve always enjoyed working with greenery.

What was the strangest thing you saw before arriving here?

“I think its best not to talk about it.

What traits would your friends give to you?

“Brave, I think. Eager to learn, but not always to act. Levelheaded.

Is there anything else you would like to say?

“My old Gaffer always said ‘keep your nose out of trouble, and no trouble will come to you.’ I try to live by that.

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ofmvoonlight​:

“Sometimes I can’t help but wonder if I am actually human. I have been used as a vessel for deities so many times I can’t help but feel like I lost my humanity long ago” Zelda mused. Those words had always been on her mind but never uttered out loud until now. They never wanted to tell Link how inhuman she sometimes felt. How it felt like her body wasn’t her’s but the Goddesses. Those feelings would always linger no matter how many years would pass.

“Your Frodo. Did you ever tell him how you felt? How devoted you were to him?” it was nice to switch the focus of the conversation onto someone else. Talking about herself became so draining after a while. Being the centre of attention had never been Zelda’s cup of tea yet it seemed like fate had different plans for them. Time and time again the princess would be in the spotlight and every single time they felt discomfort.

“I hope Frodo will end up here in Sallow. You deserve happiness, my dear Sam”

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Samwise didn’t have a good response for that. He had never come close to a deity in the way Zelda had, and he couldn’t hope to come up with something that wasn’t grasping at straws. But he tried anyway, because Sam would never let anyone he cared for go uncomforted. “I can’t say I know much about your background, but I do know you. I know you’ve got a big heart, and a level head, and you’re stubborn beyond belief. I think those are very human qualities indeed.”

Finally stepping back to resume cooking, Sam chuckled a bit at her question. “I did tell him, yes. I told him all the time, for years of my life, though it did take a long while for me to figure out just how deeply I meant it. I worked for him, you see, and its common to pronounce your devotion to the one you serve like that where I’m from. I realized it at a bad time, but we were lucky enough to get the chance to be with one another when we returned to the Shire. He sighed a little at that, vegetables going into a pot on the stove to soften.  “You’re too kind, Zelda, but I do too. I really do too… You know, its funny. You remind me of him quite a bit sometimes.”

mushroomtheif​:

CLOSED STARTER WITH SAM

@bombadills

Frodo learned many things from his journey, about himself and about the world that surrounded him. One thing that he learned was that too often was the simple act of coming home after work was grossly under appreciated. There is not much else that is as satisfying as trudging through the door after a long day, leaving all the stress of the day on the mat outside the front door.

Frodo smiled, his thoughts continue if to go as he made his way through the front door to his new home. Though he felt home was a relative term here, since he was unsure if this place could ever be home, but he had sam with him, and the house was comfortable, so he felt that it would seem quite ‘sackville baggins - ish’ of him.

When he was inside he paused before calling out, “Sam, are you home yet?”

He truly hoped Sam was home, Frodo still found himself uneasy to be left alone for extended periods. He knew he could use one of those infernal devices to reach him at work, a phone he believed they were called, but he really did not wish to mess with them. Seeing no other course of action he called out once more, “Sam, are you home?”

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It was no shameful thing to celebrate a simple life; a lesson Sam had learned long, long ago. The small comforts remained his very favorite things. He had no use for extravagance. He was far more happy with a quiet night with good food and good company than he was with anything else. He could never hope to replicate the comforts of the Shire. Not here. Nevertheless, he did his best to make his new home as comfortable as it could be. A place of respite from the strange lands he found himself in.

He was overjoyed when Frodo had come to town. He made the world feel so much less lonely, so much brighter. Coming home to him… well, it made him feel like everything would be okay.

Having heard the front door shut, Sam stood from his place in the tiny back garden, dusting off his hands as he headed inside through the back door. A little smile spread across his face when he heard his partner.

“Right here, Frodo. Right here,” he said as he entered the front room. “Your day go alright? I know it was a longer one than usual.”

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