I am strong because I've been weak.

A blog dedicated to Davina Wolfthorne, an archer with a natural gift for magic. Owner of Kindred Grove Clinic & Apothecary Shoppe.

[sarnai-borlaaq-blog]

There is a hunger that is stirring up inside of your mind It keeps on twisting and a turning to the sound of desire You wanna taste and see and drink from the cup You cannot rest, there is no giving this up I’ll spin a silver string and hang up all the stars that you find I will move  Give you rhythm Speak in tongues Til you listen 

Speak In Tongues - Machineheart

[sarnai-borlaaq-blog]

I DID THE THING! And you know what..I freakin’ love it. I am 100% head over damn heels in love with Sar’nai’s redesign. All in character with its own story that I will post on over time. Now do the people want to see the smut behind it? Let me know!

[davina-wolfthorne]

Call for help [OOC]

Tonight I lost my best friend and the greatest woman I have ever known; my mother. On June 14th she had a heart attack and was rushed to the ER. They found out that her blood was sepsis, and that she had stomach bleeding. Everything seemed to be improving over these last few days, then tonight when she got out of her hospital bed they think she either had a seizure or stroke.  Her and I are only a very limited income, and now with her gone I cannot afford to stay here any longer. I hate to ask this, but I need some help paying my bills for this up coming month until I can set up another living arrangement. Every little bit helps. Please share this if you can’t donate.  https://www.gofundme.com/e6pfj-emergency-bill-pay?utm_source=facebook&utm_medium=social&utm_campaign=fb_co_shareflow_w&fbclid=IwAR1sIyxS_vBpSL–yhhVLfV8DGeR6ofOKTnU763omF1o2P_q5yY5E9zXcwI

[davina-wolfthorne]

Reblogging for the more active hours.

[davina-wolfthorne]

Call for help [OOC]

Tonight I lost my best friend and the greatest woman I have ever known; my mother. On June 14th she had a heart attack and was rushed to the ER. They found out that her blood was sepsis, and that she had stomach bleeding. Everything seemed to be improving over these last few days, then tonight when she got out of her hospital bed they think she either had a seizure or stroke.  Her and I are only a very limited income, and now with her gone I cannot afford to stay here any longer. I hate to ask this, but I need some help paying my bills for this up coming month until I can set up another living arrangement. Every little bit helps. Please share this if you can’t donate.  https://www.gofundme.com/e6pfj-emergency-bill-pay?utm_source=facebook&utm_medium=social&utm_campaign=fb_co_shareflow_w&fbclid=IwAR1sIyxS_vBpSL--yhhVLfV8DGeR6ofOKTnU763omF1o2P_q5yY5E9zXcwI

[musingofmemes-blog]

Character Quiz Meme

Send in a symbol to find out what my muse’s results were and whether I think it’s accurate or not. Send in 🔮 to see my muse’s Meyer-Briggs Result Send in 🧠to see my muse’s Enneagram Result  Send in 🧙 to see my muse’s Hogwarts House Result  Send in ⭐to see my muse’s Homestuck ‘True Sign’ Send in 🎨to see what famous work of art my muse is. Send in 🎉to find out what role my muse plays in a friend group Send in ☯️to see my muse’s psychological archetype Send in 🎭to find out which of The Four Temperaments my muse is Send in 💟to find out what kind of ‘dere’ my muse is Send in ⚔️ to find out what my muse’s moral alignment is. Send in 😈 to find out which Disney Villain my muse is Send in 💖 to find out what my muse’s Love Language scores are

[lheott]

300+ Followers Giveaway~!

OH my! Thank you all for following this angry, insane, and even red bastard! I welcome you to enjoy what may be offered in the future! As for right now, I am planning a lot to happen to this monster. More journal logs, more drawings, just more of everything!

In return for such a great following, I am offering prizes for three winners! Rules as followed:

1. Must follow the blog! 

2. Reblog this message! Winners will be randomly drawn from those that reblog this! Double reblog counts as more of a chance!

2. Don’t unfollow after the blog concluded this winning! If you are only following in order to win, then unfollow, that’s just…Cruel, shame on you.

3. MUST BE 18+! This is a rather DARK Blog given the nature of the person it revolves around. So if you follow my blog, be sure to be 18+! 

With that out of the way, here is what I am offering!

1ST PRIZE 

Bust/Headshot of a character of your choice! Yours, your friend, just allow me to have a 360 references of the character’s head with good lighting!

EXAMPLE OF ARTWORK!

[@suzuki-no-kaio​]

2ND PRIZE 

20 USD dollar reward on mog station! 

3RD PRIZE

10 USD dollar reward on mog station! 

Once again, thank you so much for such an outstanding following! I will announce the winner within a week’s time from today! Oct, 20th! Good luck to you all! 

[lheott]

[Updated!]

[spotofmummery]

Amon’s 300 Follower Giveaway!

This week, Amon surpassed the 300 follower mark, and his ego was so inflated that he decided to give something back to all you fantastic folks who regularly put a smile on his face. So, here’s Amon’s 300 Follower Giveaway!

PRIZES

Amon will be giving away 3 prize packages from the FFXIV Mog Station. 

~One Top Prize Package: $30 Mog Station Gift~ 

Up to $30 of whatever you want from the Mog Station. 

Mount? Outfit? Housing item? Name your fluff. You can choose multiple items as long as the amount doesn’t exceed $30 total.

~Two Prize Packages: $10 Mog Station Gift~

Two folks can choose up to $10 of whatever they want from the Mog Station. Can choose multiple items as long as the amount doesn’t exceed $10 total. 

Rules

Must be a follower. I will check with scrutiny. 

New followers are welcome, but please be polite and don’t follow-drop after the giveaway is over. 

No giveaway blogs. 

You can be on any FFXIV server - I will contact you via Tumblr with your prize announcement and codes. So have communication lines open. 

Entries must be in by the very spooky date of Saturday October 13. 

Instructions

Winners will be drawn using an Allagan random name generator. Here’s how to enter your name:

Be a follower.

Like this post for one entry. 

Reblog this post for two additional entries. You can reblog as much as you like, but only the first reblog will count for an entry. 

If you reblog using a side blog, and you follow with a main blog, please make it obvious these two are connected. Thanks! 

Winners will be tallied and announced sometime Sunday October 14! 

[asaiaboahr-blog]

‘Khada’ Anarba Tumet

Important Links: Main blog page, Character Profile/LFRP, About the Mun, Character Manifesto

‘Khada’ Anarba Tumet is a character I was fiddling around with in character creation the other day. I ended up falling down the rabbit hole, and after asking for opinions (thank you @ghostlyfoxangel for encouraging me) I’ve not only made him on both Balmung & Mateus, but I have also fleshed him out and created a Tumblr for him. He has consumed the last few days of my life, as well as my thought process, and I have to say I already love his character. I certainly intend to put a lot of work into him, and I hope everyone ends up enjoying him. I’ll be tossing up a ‘Looking for Role Play’ post with him soon enough.

[clovermemories]

Melee and ranged winner designs, to be implemented ingame in the future (Gear design contest).

I find both very cool! I’m eager to see them.

[davina-wolfthorne]

ALL FOR THE RANGED! Hell yes, cannot wait!

[asaiaboahr-blog]

So I fell down a rabbit hole, and the end result turned out great! Should I make him into one of my OCs, and create a Tumblr? Thoughts? 

[davina-wolfthorne]

Ghosts & Ruins - Part 1

Reader Warning - This story contains sensitive material such as guns, mention of rape, and some violence. Reader discretion is advised.

      There is something beautifully enigmatic about how old memories can make one haunt a place of their past. Maybe it is because such places that once held great importance retain their power over us even after falling to ash and ruins. Little reveries of their ghosts drawing you back. Davina is no stranger to this unexplained longing that lingers in the recesses of her heart. No matter the distance she has traveled in the last twenty years there is always that nagging feeling. These urges to go back wake the phantoms of her past and replay horrible memories of a childhood long lost in the form of nightmares and day terrors. 

      Underneath the pregnant autumn moon and shimmering stars the bow mage ventures down a twisting pathway. The walkway is hardly noticeable underneath all of the overgrown bushes and waist high weeds, but despite being able to hardly see it her feet know where to go.  Tiny stones and pebbles crunch underneath the outer soles of black boots, and the tall grass rustles in soft whispers as she pushes through the sea of overgrowth. To the right of the pathway is a steep drop off leading down to rushing waters, and to the left large rock walls loom over the hidden road. She listens to the melody of crickets that sing in the dimly lit night and the roar of the water below. Just a stone’s throw away her sapphire gaze can vaguely make out the shape of a two story home in the light of the full moon.        It is nothing impressive now but one can tell just by the fading paint and rotting elaborate wooden beams that this was once a proud home. Whomever owned it used to take pride in up keeping the land and property. Large hallow spaces are all that remains of once beautiful bay windows. Falling into disrepair the roof has long sagged into the two story house allowing both mother nature and the elements to have free reign. Flower beds that used to hold a huge array of herbs and spices now overtake the property’s grounds with dense vines and shrubbery. Against the back of the house an old waterwheel sags, moss creeping over the rotted wood in thick layers. A large creek flows behind the homestead and cascades in little waterfalls over the jagged rocks that jut out along the steep hill. There is an unsettling feeling that one might experience as they roam the grounds.        Davina approaches the thicket of vines and brushes her right hand over the twisting branches. Heat radiates from her hand and as the temperature rises it singes away the vines in a controlled burn. Warming the plant enough to degrade it but not quite hot enough to spark a flame. Without pause she strolls through the garden and up to the stone steps that lead onto the wrap around porch. Climbing them effortlessly before venturing into the dilapidated home. Broken furniture and fragments of glass litter the cobblestone floor. Vines of ivy creep and crawl over the water stained walls. As she walks through the first floor she can recall the laughter that once filled these rooms. Images of three young girls chasing each other as their mother worked on brews playing through her mind to accompany the distant laughs.       Wooden boards creek and splinters of glass crunch under her weight with each step she takes. Making her way over to a stone fireplace, in what used to be a dining room, she kneels by the hearth. Reaching over to a dry log she touches it and under her caress flames blossom and consume the wood. Rocking back on her heels she takes some twigs and little pieces of branches and tosses them into the glowing fire. Heat wafts from the hearth, the warmth rippling through the room to chase away the chill.           Davina is already aware of the presence before a firm feminine voice calls out to her,  “Why do you visit ruins that are haunted by yesterday’s ghosts?” The aether radiating from the intruder behind her is strange yet familiar. There is a small click of a gun’s hammer being cocked.         “Even in death ghosts deserve someone, I suppose.” Davina’s replies in a smooth tone. “How often do you come here?” Standing slowly she’s cautious not to make any sudden movements that may be taken as a threat or form of hostility.            "Never.” Comes a one word reply. “What purpose does reliving the past serve? It’s not like anything will change. You’re just drudging up pain.”            Shifting her weight upon the heels of her boots Davina quarter turns herself. Radiant sapphire eyes settle on the frame of a tall woman with beautiful bronze colored skin, whose blonde hair is pulled up and tucked into a neat bun. Piercing emerald irises stare coldly at the bow mage from across the dining room. All that stands between them is the skeletal frame of a wooden table and the remains of broken chairs. Dark, expensive, fabric shrouds the woman’s body. Clasped to the collar of the elegant jacket are metal pins that signify this Midlander is a weapon’s engineer, her rank in the Garlean army, and boasts of her marksmanship skills. “How have you been, sister?”            The woman’s face contorts from annoyance for a moment before that neutral expression takes control. “We haven’t been sisters for twenty years, the day that we became wards of the Garlean Empire.” Her words frigidly quip.          “Was it easy for you to abandon your family like that?” Davina inquires, genuinely curious if it was that simple for Danica to disregard their family. To write them off as if they never even happened. Falling into silence she studies her eldest sister’s posture. How tense the weapon’s engineer is as she aims the black barrel of a revolver at the bow mage.            “Not when I about how selfish your mother and father were.” Danica bluntly states. There isn’t any emotion in her green eyes nor in her tone.          “What do you mean selfish?”         “Vandrad Mercer and Karoline Wolfthorne were criminals, Davina, and by choice. They aided radicals in their conflicts with the Empire. Their poisons and bombs helped kill hundreds, if not thousands, of Garleans over the years. They could have kept to themselves, but instead they fueled the fires of rebellion. Vandrad and Karoline picked a war over their own children-”         “They were trying to free our home city so we could have a better future. How can you not see that is an act of selflessness?” Davina interrupts. “Is your love for the Empire that strong now that you’ve forgotten everything they’ve done? From murdering innocents, tearing our family apart, what they did to you....” Words trail off as a small shudder ripples through the doctor’s body. Davina remembers their first night away from home. That day they had been ripped from their parents, their home, and forced to temporarily live with a small branch of the Garlean military. Later that night when the sun set a group of men that reeked of alcohol came to the tent the three Wolfthorne sisters were sharing. Danica was seventeen name days at the time and a prime target for their devious desires. Those men dragged her outside of the tent and that whole time she kicked, she screamed, and she fought with them. All her attempts to get away were futile. She was dragged behind the shared tent and they forced themselves on her. Davina will never forget the horrid gut wrenching screams her sister cried out and the pleaded sobs for them to stop.         “Had it not been for their selfishness none of that would have happened!” Danica snaps viciously. “They could have raised us peacefully under the Empire’s rule. We could have co-existed with the Garleans, but they couldn’t leave things alone.” Slender fingers tighten around the revolver at the mention of the soldiers raping her. “Over the years I have come to accept that every nationality, every race, has their own fair share of good and bad people. Those men were monstrous and vile but they don’t make up the whole. Garleans are people exactly like you. They have families and loved ones they go home to at night. They smile and laugh. They enjoy similar things. They just want a better world for everyone. One government to rule all. Is that such a bad idea?”            Laying her index finger over the gun’s trigger she sighs. “I just wish you would have accepted Lord Blacke’s offer. Maybe if you had things would be different right now. We would still be family and could enjoy our lives together.”            Sapphire eyes follow the index finger to the trigger and she silently prepares herself for what is about to come. “Perhaps.” Davina murmurs softly. “In a different world, yes, but I could never see myself siding with a murderer who only wanted to use me as a weapon against innocents in this wor-.”            Gunfire disrupts the chirping of the crickets and the crackling of dancing flames. [TO BE CONTINUED]

[davina-wolfthorne]

✂ How does your character usually style their hair?

‘I keep the bangs cut short and free from any pins or ties. The back of my hair goes past my shoulders when its down, and every morning I put it into a braid and use ribbon to tie to hold it.’

Good evening, @alannah-corvaine! Thank you for the ask, and I hope you are doing well :D

[davina-wolfthorne]

♔ How does your character usually dress for a fancy event?

‘I typically wear a long coat with a pair of simple gloves, suit pants, and boots. I don’t particularly care for dresses.’

Thank you for the ask, @mai-takeda! I hope your evening is wonderful so far :)

[madampince-rph]

Character Appearance Meme:

A faceclaim only goes so far, and even then sometimes their accuracy next to the vision in your head is only so-so. Send a symbol for a clearer picture!

☼ How does your character usually dress in daily life?

♔ How does your character usually dress for a fancy event?

✍ How does your character usually dress when going to work/school?

✂ How does your character usually style their hair?

♔ What (if any) jewelry does your character usually wear?

∇ What (if any) make-up does your character usually wear in daily life?

▼ What (if any) make-up does your character usually wear for fancy events?

👠 What kind of shoes does your character usually wear in daily life?

👓 What kind of mobility or assistive devices (if any) does your character use in daily life? (Glasses, canes, hearing aides, wheelchairs, etc.)

✗ What (if any) scars does your character have?

♠ What (if any) tattoos does your character have?

☾ What (if any) birthmarks does your character have?

Ұ How tall is your character compared to their peers?

■ How thin/heavy is your character compared to their peers?

[venusitas-deactivated20190308]

500 of you already !! Although this number isn’t exactly huge, it really means a lot to see how people enjoy my art. So in return, I’ll spoil you a tad !! It’s not much but I hope I can offer more in the future ♥

Rules

Must be following @venusitas

New & old followers are allowed !!

Reblogs & likes count to enter. 

You can reblog as many times as you want.

No giveaway blogs.

If you unfollow after the giveway ends,you won’t be able to participate in any future raffle.

Prizes

First place : Full colored portrait — 1 winner.

Second place: Simple shadow waist-up — 2 winners.

Third place: Colored sketch full body — 3 winners.

Limitations

Only one character per picture.

Can be canon or original character(s).

SFW only  — Can be suggestive, but within the limits.

End date: October 24, 2018

Good luck & have fun !!

[bonbxon-deactivated20171027]

REBLOG IF YOU DON'T MIND BLOODY ROLEPLAYS OR VIOLENT ROLEPLAYS

[davina-wolfthorne]

Last song you listened to?❤️

Westworld is one of my favorite shows currently, and I absolutely love the music. Thank you for asking, @scarletlioness! I hope you enjoy this piece as much as I do.