magic is power

D&D inspired & Fandomless Mystic Theurge

[walkerofwastes]

                “Why don’t we fight for what’s right         and let bureaucrats worry about the details.“

                         Indi D&D based OC

                                             Credit thecatwizard

[walkerofwastes]

themightyzwei​:

Caleb frowned slightly, thoughtfully, at the word ‘student’. The other, ‘honored’ meant much more, of course. Gideon had no reason to be so kind to Caleb, offering him, literally, gift after gift. He held the scroll in his hand, carefully and watched Gideon bring over the staff. He didn’t have to cast an identifying spell to know what it did. It was somewhat legendary. And however much the word ‘apprentice’ bristled him, he would be a blind fool to turn down such a gift.

Caleb took a deep breath, not reaching for the item, however much his very fingers itched to hold it. He had to clear up a few things first. He knew Gideon did not mean anything poorly by it. The man was generous to Caleb and the group, far more than Caleb deserved. And now he was cracking at Caleb’s walls, Caleb didn’t want to feel anymore guarded over semantics.

“I have had an extremely poor history with teachers and mentors… I know I am not nearly as skilled, I am still learning… Could we not simply exchange knowledge as friends? I have little interest in …such language.”

Had Gideon known the details of Caleb’s past, he would have used more delicate language. But tragically, even one of his power can only operate with what information one has. He tilted his head, searching for something in Caleb’s expression. He couldn’t begin to guess what he was looking for, only that it was there somewhere. 

Giving a tentative little smile, Gideon gently reaches out to place a hand on Caleb’s shoulder. He knew his travelling companion had experienced tragedy, and who could relate more than Gideon himself? 

“I would be honored, Mr. Widogast. In Azlant, one metric by which to measure one’s success is the quality of ones friends. To have you among them, I would feel wealthy indeed. You are a good man, and I truly hope we can be friends.“ With a smile, he offered out the staff. It wasn’t just a gift for Caleb, in truth. He had watched this man for some time, now. He knew Caleb would use it to protect his friends. In a way, this would allow Gideon to help keep them safe, even as he went on his own travels.

[walkerofwastes]

themightyzwei​:

Caleb walked over after a while, hands in his tattered coat’s pockets. Nott had convinced him to at least see if he could help Gideon in some way, though Caleb knew there was not anything to do. He didn’t want to argue. He didn’t want to push away the group he had come to love any further because of being jealous of a higher skilled wizard.

Caleb simply stood there, hoping to satisfy Nott’s insistence that he “be nice” to Gideon. He knew how irritating it was when others tried to talk to him during his casting, so he said nothing until it was complete and stepped back enough to be out of the way.

“That was… impressive.”

Gideon’s spell was complicated, not because it made something from nothing... but because it pulled something from somewhere else. It was almost counter intuitive, the idea that teleporting a tower was more difficult than simply making a new one. To pull the structure from it’s own pocket realm was no easy task, and it’s arrival was quite the sight. Once the tower erupted into the Prime he sighed at the excited shouting and rushing of the others.

A glance at Caleb, and a polite nod. “Thank you, Mr. Widogast. My mother actually designed the spell. Though, she originally made it to call the tower between locations here on Exandria. I modified it to store the tower in a pocket dimension. I think that’s the only reason it wasn’t sacked in the last thousand years or so.”

[walkerofwastes]

storieswrittcn​:

“Good. I wasn’t going to go without my swords anyway.” Silver and steel, both of them - they would be settled upon his back exactly where they belong - ball or no ball. A Witcher without his swords? Not a likely sight to see.

Since that is settled, Geralt moves to the swords he has placed aside to place them in their spot where they rest comfortable against him. It feels odd, being without armor, he is out of his comfort zone but he trusts Gideon to keep to his word.

“When do we leave?”

“We can leave now, but I told Jaskier to wait for us by the gate in an hour. One should always strive to make an entrance at these sorts of affairs.“

The nobles in attendance were expecting a sorcerer and a witcher; they really should at least strive to make it a good entrance. In truth he wasn’t sure he should really be doing this. But if he wanted to some day establish a proper school he would need the support of these people. Best they knew him.

At least on the bright side it was a good chance to spend an evening with Geralt.

“Fair warning if one of them asks me to do any tricks I will turn them all to stone.“

[walkerofwastes]

storieswrittcn​:

Geralt decides to stay seated - in fact, he has half a mind to go lay down and go to sleep but he doesn’t. For now, anyway. Instead, slitted cat-eyes watch Gideon’s every move. He could easily just use magic to clean it up but he doesn’t - why? That’s…interesting.

There’s a huff of laughter that comes from Geralt as Gideon tells him to keep singing his praises, an amused look crossing strong features. “Don’t get used to it, Gideon. If you want more praise, you should seek out Jaskier. I’m sure he’d be happy to write a ballad about your kingly virtues.”

“Oh, Jaskier is a fine enough poet, but he embellishes too much. Besides, songs without magic just don’t seem right.“

Gideon smiled as he diligently cleaned the armor; first the main issue in the form of the blood. Getting the bulk of it off was easy enough, but he had to set in to the more detailed work soon enough. 

“In my home, rituals were sung. Even someone without a good singing voice learned how to make their magic and music... beautiful.“ Sometimes Gideon thought about how much was lost to time, to myth, and he wept. His home would never come back, and he had to accept that.

[97-86]

rest your head on my chest when the world feels heavy on you

[maxthieriot]

[yocalio]

“Life is too short. Do what pleases you….while you can.”

[nephilimdaily]

                                               out of the ashes you buried me in                                                             i am  g o l d e n

[amourmemes]

❥     𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖  𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒   .

inspired  by  devotedecay’s  non - sexual  acts  of  dominance  meme  ! send  in  one  of  these  for  my  muse’s  reaction  to  … (  add  ❝  reverse  ❞   if  you’d  like  to  see  how  my  muse  would  preform  the  action  !  )

[ shower ]   your muse joining mine in the shower.

[ choke ]   your muse choking mine.

[ kiss + soft ]   your muse pulling mine into a tender kiss.

[ kiss + rough ]   your muse pulling mine into a rough kiss.

[ pin ]   your muse pinning mine down.

[ wrists ]   your muse roughly grabbing mine by the wrists.

[ push ]   your muse pushing mine into bed.

[ rip + clothing ]   your muse tearing a piece of clothing off my muse.

[ spank ]   your muse spanking mine.

[ pull ]   your muse pulling my muses hair.

[ talk ]   your muse talking dirty to mine.

[ eyes ]   your muse making mine look them in the eyes during.

[ down ]   your muse pulling mine down by their collar / clothes.

[ knees ]   your muse telling mine to get on their knees.

[ hips ]   your muse pulling mine in close by the hips.

[ denial ]   your muse putting mine through orgasm denial.

[ many ]   your muse making mine orgasm over and over.

[ tied ]   your muse tying my muse down.

[ lazy ]   your muse lazily beginning to touch mine.

[ love ]   your muse telling mine they love them during.

[ dominance ]   your muse taking the lead and dominating mine.

[ submission ]   your muse letting mine take the lead and submitting to them.

[ humiliation ]   your muse humiliating mine, re: name-calling and verbal abuse.

[ pain ]   your muse hurting mine in bed, whether intentionally or not.

[ knife ]   your muse using a knife in bed, whether for threat or actually cutting mine.

[ hidden ]   your muse having sex with mine somewhere semi-public.

[ public ]   your muse having sex with mine in public, whee other people watch.

[ adore ]   your muse being near reverent with mine in bed.

[ dress ]   your muse having mine dress up in lingerie.

[ eat ]   your muse eating mine out.

[ sleep ]   your muse touching / beginning to have sex with mine while they’re asleep.

[ gag ]   your muse gagging mine, or or making them be quiet.

[ blindfold ]   your muse blindfolding mine.

[ praise ]   your muse praising mine in bed.

[ good ]   your muse calling mine a good boy / girl.

[ want ]   your muse telling mine they want them.

[ snarl ]   your muse growling and / or baring their teeth at mine during sex.

[ mark ]   your muse purposefully marking mine up with bruises, hickies, ect.

[ wall ]   your muse shoving mine up against a wall.

[walkerofwastes]

I would really like some Sinday stuff lol

[amaiuta-memes]

►Filthy Dialogue Starters

Warning for ns/fw content, degradation, language, etc. Mostly male-oriented, but feel free change things around as needed.

Take that fuckin’ cock.

I’m not done with you.

You’re making me hard.

You feel it rubbing aginst you?

God, you’re so fuckin’ sexy.

Show me how much you want it, baby.

Suck my cock, mmmnh…

Oh, fuck yeah…

I’m gonna cum so fucking hard.

Make me cum, fuck!

I’m so close, so fucking close.

Look at me, baby.

Watch me eat you out.

Watch me choke on your cock.

You fuckin’ feel that?

You’re so wet/hard, baby.

Cum for me. 

You came all over me.

Look at you, making such a mess…

Look me in the eye and fuck me.

You want me inside you so badly.

You’re such a slut.

I’m gonna fuck you again and again and again.

C’mon, baby.

You’re so tight.

Yeah, you feel it? You’re begging for more.

You’re bulging… Fuck, that’s sexy.

You like that?

You like it when I choke you?

You’re gonna be so stretched out when I’m done.

Keep your eyes on me.

Don’t look away.

Watch me while I fuck you.

You turn me into a fuckin’ animal.

[walkerofwastes]

storieswrittcn​:

“Hm. Suppose so. Helps that you make good company.” Not annoying like Jaskier. Sure, he’s talkative, but he finds his talks with Gideon a lot more….fulfilling. It’s often not about nonsense and it’s pleasant conversation. Contrary to popular belief, the Witcher does like to talk.

“I know how to clean blood from my armor.” He has been doing it long before Gideon came along but he supposes he should rest too, so he sighs, and nods his head slightly. Despite how much the White Wolf hates when people try to do stuff for him, he’s exhausted. “If you insist.”

It was something of a cultural thing, he understood. In Azlant, warriors clean their own armor and weapons. They do not have squires, abusing young men to make them do the work. They care for it themselves, because it is their life. Without arms and armor, they die. Having another man do so... is an act of love. While Gideon wouldn’t go so far as to say he loved Geralt, he... was questioning it. 

With a faint smile he patted the big man’s shoulder before heading over to his armor, laid out with moderate care. 

“I do insist, as a matter of fact.“

He even planned to clean it without magic. In other circumstances it might seem like a chore, but here... it was about protecting Geralt. Caring for his armor was caring for him. Keeping him safe. “Please, do keep singing my praises. Not nearly enough people in this age spend days reciting poetry of my kingly virtues.” He glanced over at Geralt with a smirk, hoping the man got the joke. 

[walkerofwastes]

storieswrittcn​:

Of course that’s what Jaskier wanted. Typical move from the bard that has Geralt rolling his eyes before he’s looking down at the fabric in his hands before sighing, pulling the shirt Gideon wants him to wear on. 

It feels strange, wearing something other than his armor. He’ll feel….exposed going into this without armor. “Don’t tell me you expect me to keep my sword here, too?” Going without armor is one thing, going without his sword will make him truly feel exposed. Not that he can’t protect himself or other people without one.

“Fun. Hm. We’ll see.” The scarf that is placed upon his shoulders makes him eye Gideon for a moment in irritation before he plucks it from his form and tosses it to the side. A dressed up shirt is one thing, he’s not going somewhere with accessories like he’s one of them - a royal - or anything other than a Witcher. The less, the better.

“Hm... no, you should wear your swords. It’s not even about being armed for a fight, it’s a status thing among these people. For knights it’s about status, so it’s the same for you.“

He smirked as Geralt tossed away the scarf. Very well. No scarf. Say no more. He fastened the cape onto his own shirt; a few different buckles keeping the weight from being too tied to one space on his chest. 

“You’re a Witcher. Your swords are status, just as much as theirs. They set you apart, make you something special. Let them look at you and wish they had your power. None of them can do what you can.“

[sorenkingsley]

[bumpintheroad]

I just wanna get wine drunk and lusty with my lover

[walkerofwastes]

storieswrittcn​:

“Balls aren’t….my thing.” He’d understand if he was being dragged there for a job but just to go? It doesn’t sound like his idea of a good time - too many noises, too many smells, too much on his sense. He can handle it, for a little while, but eventually it all becomes too much on oversensitive senses. But, for Gideon, he supposes he’ll go.

“Fine - I’ll go. But I cannot promise I’ll stay for long.” Sometime during the night, he’ll likely make his escape and go somewhere to be alone with only Roach as his companion. Until Jaskier or Gideon seeks him out that is.

“He owes you? What did you do? Save him from something?” Wouldn’t surprise him one bit, Jaskier is always getting into trouble.

“I cast a spell to increase his allure. It won’t last forever, but it’ll last long enough. I don’t really want to think about what he plans on doing with it, to be honest.“

He was still gawking at the shirtless Witcher, but at least trying to be subtle about it. For good measure he grabbed a scarf off the nearby chair and put it around Geralt’s shoulders. An accessory or two always pulls together an outfit. It was also an excuse to hang his arm around those broad shoulders. “I know social things aren’t your favorite. But I’ll be there. If you decide you’re uncomfortable, or it’s too much for whatever reason, say so. We’ll leave. I just want you to have some fun.”