#magickforged

[erisiel]

@magickforged, I was your secret santa this year c: I feel like I’m pushing the limits of what is “art”, but I hope it pleases you. ❤

I never did figure out how to wing, but I gave it my best shot. She’s needle-felted with bhedawool over a wire armature, so she’s poseable, but also a delicate flower.

Bonus tiny Val egg ヾ（〃＾∇＾）ﾉ♪

cc: @slayersweek

[sairaag]

“oh” from lina !!

my muse moving/putting up their hair, showing off the back of their neck 

 “Oh! Hello Lina-san! It’s very hot out this evening don’t you think?”

[souldraggedmuses]

@magickforged​ said: “i made you some soup, and i’m going to sit here until you eat it. i can wait.” //from zel for lei :3

    “Then you will be sitting there for quite some time, I’m afraid.”  This day, it seemed, stubbornness would meet stubbornness head on.  The steadfast spellsword who dutifully pursues his goals and the ancient mage who blocks out his emotions for the sake of others.

    It was no wonder they found themselves stuck at a crossroads.

    Lei had recently come down with an illness.  One he couldn’t treat with magic, as it would mix poorly with the shield he had over his mind.  Which meant he had to resort to more typical treatment.  Rest, soup, water, whatever medicine he could mix together….

    Or at least he should be relying on that.  Rather than sitting up at his desk in the dead of night, pouring over textbook after textbook to continue his research.  He hadn’t taken the slightest steps in the direction of improving his health, and it seemed that Zelgadis was keen on forcing him to do so.

     Turning a page, the sage spoke again.  “While I appreciate the effort, it is unnecessary.  I lived for centuries in a block of ice, one simple cold won’t do me in.  I have more important things to do than...”  Taking care of himself.  “If I can’t find a solution to our more pressing issue, then perhaps it’s for the better for me to let my body become weak.”

[antithexis]

☘ : Does your muse believe in luck? How about fate? // :3c

Oh wow! going right for the hard ones, huh?! Ok then

Regarding luck, Uryuu likes to think one makes their own luck. He is one to plan carefully to the last detail and work hard. He likes to be in control. If something goes as he wanted is because he took care of everything and is a capable person. If something goes wrong, he tends to take the blame even its not about him ("if I have done that...", "if I had told you sooner...", "how did I missed that..."). It's a good thing he has good friends that try to ease his mind when he gets like that.

Now, about the fate.... yes. He believes in fate, it was an ever present concept in his life. His attitude towards it might have changed with time, experiances, new knowledge and after meeting his friends, especially Kurosaki Ichigo. Sometimes he wanted to believe in a fate, sometimes he felt a prisoner of it, and in the end he fighted to change it. One first has to believe in fate, so they can think it be changed, gain courage and fight to change it as he did.

[xxelloss]

@magickforged​

He might have procured her something nice, as he usually does, like a wolf bringing home pretty bones from the beasts it slays and licks clean of blood.

But since today is her birthday, Xelloss has to do something extra . . . outstanding . . . for Filia Ul Copt.  

Naturally, this means that, after he leaves an exquisite seafoam hued satin gown and matching aquamarine bracelets and earrings on the bed for her, and a horribly bad teapot he threw on the kiln himself (complete with his handprint, Philomena’s, and Val’s), inside of which there is the address of a fine restaurant and a time, he will lay in wait for her at said restaurant.

Naturally, this means that when she walks in the door, a four string quartet will begin to play beautiful classical music, and he, Xelloss, previously fully clothed, will spring up onto their dinner table.

Naked.

And chirp at the top of his lungs,

   “FILLY! You’re HERE!” 

[ipraygreywords]

@magickforged​ (for Filia) ||

   “I know you don’t want my help, but I feel the helpless compulsion to offer it.  Forgive me.” 

[tcnseigad]

“HEY DOG GUY!” does lina know that this is a very high-ranking, very powerful demon? yes. is that going to stop her from being...her? no. “YOU SEEN A MAZOKU AROUND HERE, YEH BIG, PURPLE HAIR CHOPPED IN A BOB, DUMB PANTS? HE’S IGNORING ME SO MAYBE YOU CAN LIKE SCARE HIM INTO COMING OUT.”

The great dog demon regards the bombastic human shrewdly, yet impassively.

That is, until she continues speaking, at a volume that agonizes his sensitive ears, and tries a temper that suffers fools poorly on the best of days. 

What’s worse? 

She implies that he run her errands. 

Sesshomaru speaks not a courteous word of warning. 

He charges Lina, Bakusaiga drawn, with a broad sweep of caustic green energy.  It’s wholly intended to consume her flesh and kill her. 

[dopepoisonivyoncrack]

@xxelloss @magickforged

🎃👻 Would you consider having a Halloween RP event/session? Hmm? :} 👻🎃