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Hey !! So we saw your most recent post, it’s because our MC (our wizard) oddly enough asked me to ask about it. He’s oddly missed home a bunch recently, too much about the source material changed so he doesn’t touch it much.

Also that’s really cool!! We didn’t know that!!:0

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I’ve had a lot of these asks recently, and i’m so glad everyone feels welcome here! It’s always a goal of mine in any space that I curate that people feel safe there :]]

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How do you feel about systems? If so, how would you feel if sourcemates came to your blog for a sense of comfort?

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[The owner of this blog is a system!! We are very happy for anyone to interact, as long as you aren’t negative or hateful. Everyone is welcome:]] ]

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Libel runs up to TPM. "Someone gave me this silver bracelet."

They hold up the bracelet, still around the wrist TPM dragged them out of the Academy by.

"It's uh--shadow magic symbol, I think? Do you know anything about it?"

@physigils

"Hmm... Yes, it's the shadow symbol. See those downward arrows around the eye? It's the same as this," The Puppet Master reaches into his robe and pulls out his necklace. It hums dangerously, pulling towards Libel's magic like a magnet, or a moth drawn dangerously to a flame. In the centre sits an eye, with triangles around it. It's in deep, almost sparkling purple, and it seems to almost move.

The gap it leaves behind on TPM's robes is... unsettling to say the very least. It leaves an endless swirling gap of every magic, but a very strong pull of both Shadow and Astral reign supreme. The magic swirls and intertwines like a dance, following the other with careful adoration and curiosity. Shadow magic seems to be overpowering whatever it is, and it's uncertain whether it's just shadow being a core part of Erebus, or whether something had happened...

Occasionally it moves, rhythmic and present. Just a thread of deep shadow, and a thread of light, glimmering Astral.

After a moment or two of watching, it's clear, this isn't just magic. This is his heart.

"It's... It's my little gift to you. The bracelet, I mean. This necklace... it's of great importance to me."

He doesn't put it back on straight away, but holds it for a moment, looking over the small artifact. His heart wants it back. His heart needs it back. And so the silver is adorned once more.

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Ourhm… yaur… *throws a golden apple at you and evaporates*

Erebus dodges.

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“As long as that pretty little heart of yours is set on worshipping me, you are nothing more than a pet. A plaything. And you will know your place.” The corvid on Erebus’s shoulder opens its great wings and caws loudly before settling back down. It seems to have grown slightly. Erebus turns. “And you will worship me. I think I’ve made it abundantly clear why that would be a wise decision.”

Erebus’s eyes flare lavender for a second before settling back down, his gaze almost loving as he approaches his willing Martyr. His nails, almost claws at this point, stroke Libel’s jawline like a hot dagger through blood-stained ice and smiles with a gaze framed by hooded eyes. His claws pierce, and the drop of blood that falls on Erebus’s skin seems to burn, before it satiates his desires. His claws tracing leave a trail of dark scarlet behind, and whose blood it is is unknown to the bearer, but Erebus knows his plan.

Erebus leans in to examine his prey, as if he was about to kiss this creature willingly obeying and hanging on every word, but he does not. His oddly cold breath brushes Libel’s face, but no lips caress damaged skin.

Erebus pulls back, and the corvid that had once perched on his shoulder moves to his neck, opening its magnificent wingspan to give Erebus the effect of an almost angelic being. Erebus turns back around and carries on, corvid on his shoulder once more. As he takes a step, he pauses, brushes the drop of blood on his lip, and whispers,

“Ένα μάτι για Ένα μάτι.”

No words are spoken. The only noise Erebus makes is winces of pain every so often. The shadow magic wards are burning him so very literally. It was odd, still looking humanoid. Erebus kept looking at his hands in amazement at just having hands!

Their walk through the campus was quiet. Erebus kept glancing back at the patch of grass occasionally with a knowing look but he didn’t speak. He couldn’t put words to the feeling of seeing his past before him. He’d never thought he’d be back here, but here he was. In all his injured glory.

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Libel has a strange reaction to his winces. They find it almost... endearing how someone has tough as The Puppet Master can be fazed. Maybe they just take a sick joy in suffering. None of these options seemed to be quite implausible to them, given their track record.

Libel notices his glances and finally find their wits about them to speak up. "So... whats the deal with that grass patch, anyway?" They wave their arms around them in a vague gesture that Erebus doesn't quite catch from his vantage point of a few paces ahead. "Just looks like, to me, some pyromancer kid had godawful aim and the big dogs just didn't wanna clean up their mess." They squint and lean around him, speeding up to meet his gaze. They almost see him tense up.

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[FINALLY REBLOGGING THIS BECAUSE I DIDNT KNOW IT EXISTED LMAO]

Are you interested in Prodigy Umbra but not sure how to get caught up or get involved? Then this is the post for you!

Prodigy Umbra is a tumblr roleplay community which follows a variety of prodigy wizards of different backgrounds, including canon characters like The Puppet Master and Winston Von Loot, previously canon characters like Cameron The Copycat, and many completely original characters!

There are no rules for joining, other than following common rp etiquette- meaning, no breaking the basic laws of the universe without explanation, no killing/injuring others characters without permission, and always being as respectful of others' plotlines and characters as you are of your own!

Sound like your jam? Then check the read more for more info about the characters and their current plots!

The Puppet Master is the center of the main plot of Prodigy Umbra, having escaped from his prison in the basement. He is currently trying to raise a shadow dragon in order to regain his power, but there are a lot of wizards looking to get in his way- or, in some cases, help him out!

Libel is a wanted criminal, and wants to help The Puppet Master

Val is a student of the academy, and wants to take down The Puppet Master after the events of the crystal caverns.

Malachite is a teacher at the academy, he has unknown motives, but seems interested in researching The Puppet Master.

Kepler is a student of the academy, who due to a shadow based disease called the Violet, is interested in learning about shadow magic from The Puppet Master.

Cameron is a student at the academy, and wants to take down The Puppet Master after shadows took over Tower Town.

Sam is a self taught student, and is pen pals with a mysterious "Erebus," who is known by Kepler to be The Puppet Master.

CWS was a student at the academy and the head of the archives, but has run away in their quest to prove themself to the academy staff by defeating The Puppet Master.

Winston was previously a thief controlled by shadow magic, but has since been freed by Val and joined the academy with her.

If you're interested in seeing the characters in action, this page links a bunch of the longer rp threads that have happened so far! This isn't a requirement though, just for if you're curious!

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The Puppet Master & Libel from @ask-the-puppet-master and @physigils are Take Me To War by The Crane Wives!

requested by @glitchedlad!

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[CW: Dehumanising talk, not literally, just a figure of speech TPM uses at the end of his tangent.]

Erebus tenses, and completely halts, fists clenched. How does he react? He barely registers his rage before he’s reacting, feeling the anger of stories told wrong.

“SHUT UP.” Erebus snaps, a little too loud. Shadow magic swirls around, flaring around him in dangerous tendrils. Gashes burn and freeze their way into rivulets along the grass, and the air becomes momentarily electrified.

The air feels almost… pressurised as the magic arcs up, magnificently, and what grass remains begins to snake up whatever it can. A nearby fountain springs wildly about before the water droplets, discarded by its spray, transform into a light dusting of snow. Just as the brief, barely a second of shadow magic ends, a bright twinkling of something that almost looks like… stars? Dusts Erebus, and the magic stops.

Erebus smokes slightly, his faux skin burning under the effects of his magic. He shakes himself off, expression cold and taut. He is clearly genuinely upset and angry, a position rare to see him in. The Puppet Master hardly ever beared his emotions so obviously, seeing him like this? It didn’t take someone close to tell Libel had touched a nerve.

“Shadow magic hasn’t been performed in this square in a number of years.” Erebus murmurs, voice so similar to his Puppet Master persona, yet so much more human, “I should know, as it was last performed by me on that arena,” Erebus gestures to the patch of grass, “Right before Erebus became The Puppet Master. I was fighting against one of the now-professors, in fact.” Erebus spits the words like they’re astral magic, “So don’t you EVER,” Erebus’s dangerous edge sharpens his tone, ready to slice into his target like astral through shadow, “Talk about things you don’t and will never understand so casually. You are too feeble to understand the magnitude and gravity in which the grounds you walk on hold in respect to history and power. This very ground caused I to become the most feared wizard on this island, and so you would do well to respect it. Or perhaps your pathetic mind hasn’t learned that concept. You are weak compared to the greatness of me, and the power you’ve already seen was me holding back. Worship your saviour, for no academy can undo my control. Follow along like a pet on a leash, and we’ll see who deserves to laugh.”

Erebus walks off, leaving a dangerous trail of shadow behind him. His silhouette is met with a new figure as he walks, not one of a human, but that of a corvid, perching on his shoulder. His uniform billows in a magical wind, and the aura of shadow returns to surround him, but this time, out of pride.

No words are spoken. The only noise Erebus makes is winces of pain every so often. The shadow magic wards are burning him so very literally. It was odd, still looking humanoid. Erebus kept looking at his hands in amazement at just having hands!

Their walk through the campus was quiet. Erebus kept glancing back at the patch of grass occasionally with a knowing look but he didn’t speak. He couldn’t put words to the feeling of seeing his past before him. He’d never thought he’d be back here, but here he was. In all his injured glory.

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Libel has a strange reaction to his winces. They find it almost... endearing how someone has tough as The Puppet Master can be fazed. Maybe they just take a sick joy in suffering. None of these options seemed to be quite implausible to them, given their track record.

Libel notices his glances and finally find their wits about them to speak up. "So... whats the deal with that grass patch, anyway?" They wave their arms around them in a vague gesture that Erebus doesn't quite catch from his vantage point of a few paces ahead. "Just looks like, to me, some pyromancer kid had godawful aim and the big dogs just didn't wanna clean up their mess." They squint and lean around him, speeding up to meet his gaze. They almost see him tense up.

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E here!

I just met the unholy allmother of all chaos (Mother Goose) and was wondering if you are strong enough to throw hands (or spells I guess).

Beware. She has an army of 243,739 geese. Don't ask how I got the number. I definitely didn't just make it up on the spot.

“I’d like to say I could, but geese are a type of chaos magic all of their own.”

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E here once again with another odd and wacky question.

Would you like a black hole gun?

It makes black holes.

[I await your asks /ooc /pos]

“I… suppose—?”

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you're like milk by jack stauber

“I… Don’t know how to respond to this—?”

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Did you adopt Pippet/are you Pippet’s father figure?

“Mh. Once, maybe. But since that traitor abandoned me, not anymore.” The Puppet Master hisses.

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“NO.” Erebus snaps, a lot harsher than he intended. Shadow magic flares up around him for a moment before he catches himself, settling back down, “No, apologies. It’s, um. It’s nothing. Please disregard my alarm.” He pauses before speaking again, this time in greek, “Αυτό είναι το μέρος όπου έγινα μαριονέτα. Εδώ έχασα το Έρεβους.”

Erebus presses on, letting go of Libel’s arm once they’re past the academy. They just needed to get away from the school and they would be safe, then they could figure out a way to get back to the cave. Erebus had an egg to check on, and a form to make sure was alright. This illusion was wonderful, but it was just that; an illusion.

Libel sends in another letter. There's no words, just a few images of their wrists and hands.

They look awful. Purple and red bruises pattern their flesh against a constellation of healing and scabbed over cuts and wounds.

It’s annotated in a handwriting you don’t recognize, and the paper is stressed, like it’s been pulled from two ends. Like they struggled for it.

@physigils

“..Fuck it.”

The Puppet Master stands up with such force that it sends his furniture skidding backwards. His robes billow around him, his glowing eyes brightening and taking on a purplish hue. Shadow magic swirls around him dangerously, forking out and leaving scorch marks on the walls. Icicles gather on the ceiling and vines claw at the bottom of his robe. The sound of crashing waves breaks the still silence and bright white dots, resembling stars, fill in dots of shadowy magic.

His physical form contorts, his robes being replaced with guard attire. His cross-hatches disappear, replacing with scarred, deep brown hands with an amethyst ring on one finger. Feet appeared by the vines, seemingly made from them, and the boots protecting them are made out of a plant-like fabric. His hood falls, long dreadlocks decorated with gold rings and ending in an almost glowing shadowy purple. His shadowy face, once made of pure shadow magic, was now the same dark brown as his hands, his glowing eyes now real, deep purple ones.

He wasn't The Puppet Master anymore. He was Erebus. His illusion had transformed him into who he used to be, except now, he was a guard. He was only putting up this illusion to save Libel. Only to save them.

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Erebus doesn’t have time to catch his breath before he’s hit with the cold breeze and warm sun of the outside world. It’s such a contrast from what he knows. Shadow is his life. He’s made of shadow, so feeling that familiar warmth? It’s almost like—

Το Erebus ξέρει. Το Erebus ξέρει. Το Erebus ξέρει. Το Erebus ξέρει—

And then he stops. The Puppet Master stops in his tracks and stares with a shell shocked expression at a patch of dead grass surrounded by a thriving ecosystem of saplings and wildflowers. Erebus seems to know this place. He definitely seems to know this place as he mutters a string of words that sound vaguely like a spell. His illusion of humanity flickers for a moment, revealing seams underneath, but he soon composes himself.

This place is important to him.

Εκεί που είναι τα άγρια ​​πράγματα

Libel sends in another letter. There's no words, just a few images of their wrists and hands.

They look awful. Purple and red bruises pattern their flesh against a constellation of healing and scabbed over cuts and wounds.

It’s annotated in a handwriting you don’t recognize, and the paper is stressed, like it’s been pulled from two ends. Like they struggled for it.

@physigils

“..Fuck it.”

The Puppet Master stands up with such force that it sends his furniture skidding backwards. His robes billow around him, his glowing eyes brightening and taking on a purplish hue. Shadow magic swirls around him dangerously, forking out and leaving scorch marks on the walls. Icicles gather on the ceiling and vines claw at the bottom of his robe. The sound of crashing waves breaks the still silence and bright white dots, resembling stars, fill in dots of shadowy magic.

His physical form contorts, his robes being replaced with guard attire. His cross-hatches disappear, replacing with scarred, deep brown hands with an amethyst ring on one finger. Feet appeared by the vines, seemingly made from them, and the boots protecting them are made out of a plant-like fabric. His hood falls, long dreadlocks decorated with gold rings and ending in an almost glowing shadowy purple. His shadowy face, once made of pure shadow magic, was now the same dark brown as his hands, his glowing eyes now real, deep purple ones.

He wasn't The Puppet Master anymore. He was Erebus. His illusion had transformed him into who he used to be, except now, he was a guard. He was only putting up this illusion to save Libel. Only to save them.

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you know greek??

“Mh, bits and pieces. I think it comes from the—“ The Puppet Master cuts himself off, glancing at something you can’t quite see before continuing, “You know how when someone wakes up from a coma, they sometimes know a new language? I suppose it’s like that.”

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who the hell could you possibly be lusting after bro. yr THE PUPPET MASTER and you still cant get a wifey that’s embarrassing me personally i would not take that (said with whimsy)

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Can I kiss uuuuuuuuuuuuuu? (((o(*ﾟ∀ﾟ*)o)))

“Certainly not.”

Έχει μάτια για κάποιον άλλο