#(verse | elsewhere and elsewhen)

[deadlydevotion]

Legato can be a decent teacher when he's dealing with someone he actually likes. Maybe Livio will pick up on more then just boiling water without burning it.

Not like the Eye bothered to teach any of them how to do anything but fight after all.

"If you're staying here you should at least have a bed." Legato hums and looks at him, corners of his eyes crinkling in mischief. "A big one so you don't fall off of it." People sleep on the floor when they don't have a choice. This is better.

He might try to learn! Simple things. He isn't completely useless! Livio's a little sheepish about it.

And this too.

"I have a bedroll, it's fine, don't worry." People sleep on the floor all the time.

[bornspellcaster]

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The child is…extra difficult to handle today. He supposes it’s a bit endearing, although Philip would never admit such. She reminds him of….him. Once upon a time. Maybe that’s why he takes to her antics today in good spirits,

“I’ve told you, Missy. You can’t be out here after sunset!” He hikes her up on his back. “You’re quite enjoyable to control, now aren’t you?”

@magicfeatherbean

[sound-under-the-sea]

Hi, I'm really enjoying reading you headcanons. Can we hear more about these badass Lilith headcanons?

Also I agree she deserves to more than just punch that guy. 💙

Thank you. I wasn’t expecting an ask.

Well for starters, I think the Emperor’s Coven routinely practices hand to hand combat and weapon combat as seen with the Scouts holding weapons in Agony of a Witch when they were attacking the house. I also assume it’s because they no longer have their palismans and are required to use magic without them. So, I believe they would branch out into other forms of combat.

While Lilith may have kept her Palisman, she doesn’t mind getting involved in spars with the Coven Scouts or Scout Captains. Her preferred weapons of choice are a sword and a staff. I refuse to believe she just uses that for show, as I think she spent hours perfecting her sword technique. She likes the elegance and grace of sword fighting, but isn’t above use her slender frame and speed to maim or in some cases, kill a person.

She uses a staff in training with the Scouts and Captains as that is the primary training tool within the Coven. It reminds her of using the broom back when she was a teenager, but quickly squishes it as she sweeps a Scout off their feet. She uses the staff with just as much precision as she does with the sword or her usual staff. It’s almost second nature. Sometimes there’s a faint blue glow as she taps a bit of her magic to blip around.

Another weapon that she prefers are throwing knives, as she uses them to pin down or incapacitate opponents. She isn’t as well versed as Steve is, but she is decent and precise enough to use them. I like to think she applied those skills to when she uses ice glyphs at Jean-Luc. Same principle.

I feel like after joining the Emperor’s Coven, she had some doubts of her own ability, and especially after what happened to Eda. When she found that combat practice involved weapons and hand to hand combat, she began to focus on that as well as she liked to have a versed enough skill set. Captain and Sergeants found her still practicing on her free time.

Another headcanon that I have is that Coven Scouts and Scout Captains have a focus point when it comes to combat. Lilith and Hunter are no different, as they feel alive when it comes to combat as they do when it comes to reading up on books. There’s something oddly peaceful about it. Though the superiors are definitely concerned for Hunter as she shouldn’t be developing the focus point at this age. Especially when it comes to more intense missions. It’s as though you don’t hear or see anything outside of your target, and your body reflexively moves with the actions.

I do believe Lilith has the capability to kill a target if asked, as she has been willing to give King a sacrifice. I don’t think she would kill in front of the kids because of what she nearly did to Luz in order to achieve her goal, and so she doesn’t want to traumatize her again. Also Eda would kill her if she did.

I have this AU idea of if she suggested to just kill the Coven Heads.

Darius:

Raine:

Eda:

Lilith: What? I know you both hate half of them.

Raine: No—

Eda: Lily, no!

Darius: Wait she may be onto something…

Raine: Darius!

Steve: If Lilith’s down, I’m down.

Eber, growling: Murder.

Eda: NO MURDER!

That’s a different conversation for a different day. Well two AUs for a different day, as I have one for Elsewhere and Elsewhen.

Thank you for the ask. I hope have a nice day/evening. 💙

[goldenxglyphs]

Luz RP wishlist

Luz talking about how she's hesitant to continue to follow the journal 

 [ Main Verse - Post Elsewhere and Elsewhen ]

Luz talking about her dad to Eda or Lilith

Luz and Camila interactions, any [ Pre-Season 1 Verse | Post S2 Verse ]

Luz meeting Dell [ Main Verse ]

Luz hanging out with Gwen and Dell [ Main Verse ]

Luz showing off her egg palisman [ Post S2 Verse ]

Luz and Gus interactions, any [Any Verse ]

Luz working out with Willow [ Season 1 Verse | Main Verse ]

Luz hanging out with Edric and/or Emira [ Season 1 Verse | Main Verse ]

Beach Episode interaction I was robbed of [ Any Verse ]

Luz testing glyph combos [ Main Verse ]

Anyone asking Luz about the human realm  [ Any Verse ]

[bornspellcaster]

@talk-to-the-glyph

I thought more on that silly joke AU post I made earlier and I decided to try and make it somewhat work with canon rules as like a canon divergence (for context the post I made was basically about Philip going through a time pool and staying at the owl house)

- Philip appears before Follies at the Coven Day Parade but after Yesterday’s Lie

- He’s found by Luz while wandering through the woods and she understandably flies through about fifty emotions at once because ‘ohmygodthatsphilipwittebane-‘

- Eda sees right through him immediately being the kind of person she is and lets just say she makes it clear to him that if he makes one wrong move, he’s not gonna like what follows - this leads Philip and Eda to just… constantly glare at each other when Luz isn’t looking, silent hatred and all

- Philip treats Luz better than he does in Elsewhere and Elsewhen simply because she’s human so there’s that natural desire to connect and of course the ‘humans are superior to witches’ mentality

- Philip is literally just that one unhinged uncle who’s always made to babysit and is the definition of:

Luz: We need an adult.

Philip: I’m an adult.

Luz:

Philip:

Both: EDA-

- Elsewhere and Elsewhen doesn’t happen, Belos looking forward to meeting Luz again refers to this instead (also they try to withdraw as much information from Philip even though everything that happens is supposed to happen and you know owl house time travel stuff)

- Philip and Hooty are frenemies I make the rules, and by that I mean Hooty keeps trying to befriend Philip but Philip fucking hates him and is having to try so hard just to keep his act up and composure

- Luz and Philip finding new glyph combos together go brrrr

- Eda introducing her two humans like ‘This is Luz and she can do no wrong, oh and this is Philip I found him in the trash’

I may have thought a lot about this and given it actual plot and tried to explore character dynamics while also staying true to Philip’s character etc, and also giving an explanation as to why this doesn’t make him not become Belos and stuff but for now just have these random notes. I’ll probably never speak about this again and actually explain aspects of the AU and how Philip fits into the episodes if at all because anxiety but YOU KNOW-

[bornspellcaster]

(Verse | Elsewhere and Elsewhen)

Howell and his youthful brother Philip wind up in The Boiling Isles at the mere ages of 20 and 26. Always an oddball in life with a love of magic and the ‘weird’ things of life, Philip feels right at home.

However, the brothers are ostracized, being the only humans there, and are treated poorly by all but the old house spirits that comes across them, Kikimora and Varuka. Philip, ambitious and a bit downright…stupid, makes many enemies in this time. Gullible and naive, he finds himself strung along by many witches and none with his best intentions at heart. Despite the mistreatment, he always has his brother to support and protect him.

A group of witches known as the Fang Brothers are among the ones that give them the most trouble, and one day trick the humans into going to Eclipse Lake to find Titan’s blood to get home, all while knowing that the only thing there is a substance that will harm them: Fool’s Blood.

In the process of it, Howell becomes stuck between worlds and Philip loses him, presumably forever.

Overwrought with absolute grief, Philip becomes highly unstable, escaping frequently from the cottage he’s staying at with his friends to stumble out into the night wandering the Isles and crying for his brother. He’s merely mocked by the witches who hurt him and Howell, only worsening his grief.

Although his friends and him work to save his brother tirelessly for years, Philip becomes absolutely obsessed with his mission to find him. Under their lacking supervision, he attempts to infuse himself with picto glyphs in the hopes of gaining more magic. This backfires miserably when the curse he creates only winds up causing him to become more unhinged.

When Philip learns of a secret relic that might help him access The Collector, the only being capable of possibly reuniting him and his brother, he discovers a beast that guards it, and that his only hopes of reaching the relic is through baiting it with another. He decides to use the witches that hurt them.

Hateful of the Fang Brothers that took his brother, Philip lures one of them into the skull of the Titan to reach the door as a sacrifice to the beast within. Blue Fang doesn’t survive however and Philip finds himself without his relic. Infuriated, Philip breaks a fang off bluefang’s corpse and steals his palisman, which he later uses as desperate treatment for his curse.

When Kiki and Varuka find out what he’s done they’re horrified by his actions, telling him that this isn’t what Howell would want. An argument erupts, where Philip screams that it doesn’t matter what his brother would want if he’s gone and the witches deserve it for hurting them all these years. After accusing Kiki and Varuka of not caring about him or Howell he runs away, determined that he will find his brother on his own.

Philip continues to try and find a way to break open the door to get to the relic, losing more and more of himself with each person he sacrifices for his goals. With his brother no longer here to help keep him from spiralling, Philip becomes to succumb to the mania of both the curse and his grief, finding it easier to distance himself from each new person he sacrifices. A strange young witch and her aunt is one of the ones he attempts to, and the last ones. He can’t place it, but something about this child seems…off.

His hatred of magic and witches altogether begins to replace his youthful optimism. With depression taking hold, he allows the darkness to consume him. He stops taking care of himself, bathes much less, doesn’t shave, and shelters himself in the privacy of a cave.

When Kikimora learns of him becoming Emperor many years later, the two finally reunite as she decides to stay with him to keep an eye on him. Although Philip remembers her, much of the warmth that made who he was has all but left him at this point. However, he still retains a distant care for his old maternal friend.

[bornspellcaster]

*

“Ah well, that monster is probably hungry, so why not offer him a snack?” the man asked cooly as he stepped aside from the clingy toddler with a look of disdain. He was about to walk further into his cave…but her comment stopped him firmly in his tracks. It felt like a block of cement hit his chest.

He took in a few deep breaths and tried to remind himself that there were probably plenty Kiki’s in this world. And yet… “…D…did you say Kiki? As in…Kikimora?”

@amethyst-slime-king

[bornspellcaster]

But Philip is an adorable kiddo, speaking of which how is the little man doing?

“If you’re referring to myself as either ‘kiddo’ or ‘little man’ I find that highly insulting. I am neither of those things.” His family got a pass sometimes when they did it more out of endearment, when they had played. But complete strangers??

“I don’t know what ‘little man’ you’re referring to.” He thought for a moment. “…The Collector? Clips? He ate a butterfly earlier.”

[bornspellcaster]

*

He chuckled at the girl as she haphazardly flopped her head back down. She looked so sleepy, which was expected given the time of night it was. For once, he could hear the gentle cadence instead of howling night creatures. Once in a while, there was almost peace here… At least having this child once such a horrendous nuisance to him was a comfort.

“I know it’s late for ‘adventuring’, but believe me when I say this isn’t something you’ll want to miss out on.”

@magicfeatherbean4

[bornspellcaster]

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“I don’t recall any piano I played on before being so wiggly…” Technically Howell was the legitimate piano player of the two of them, but he’d banged at some keys for amusement as a child. “They’re not supposed to move this much. Perhaps I’ve simply been playing on some false pianos.”

The smallest smile graced the man’s face as he sat with the girl firmly pinned to his knees. “Come on, little lady, didn’t you ask me what kind of games my brother and I loved to play? I’m simply demonstrating.”

This would teach the brat not to take his last biscuit…

@magicfeatherbean4

[bornspellcaster]

*gently holds Philip* you're such a nerd

“…At least this one isn’t utterly cruel. My—the child continuously refers to me as one as well. Says I’m part of the nerd club whether I like it or not. …Haven’t a clue what she means.”

[bornspellcaster]

“How’s this for hair?!” Now he’s got his brother in a headlock and is mussing his hair fiercely.

bornspellcaster​:

“Ahhh, lalalalala!” Philip puts his hands over his ears childishly. “I do not need to hear about your dalliances!” He puts a hand over his brother’s mouth.

.

Howell can’t help it, can’t stop it– the man bursts into laughter at Philip’s reaction. Ah, the typical litte brother behavior. “Regret bringing up my hair now?” Voice a bit muffled because of the hand over his mouth, but he’s still easy to understand.

[bornspellcaster]

do you love me (lmao philip you don’t deserve your brother to love you)

The faceless ones have returned to drive the knife deeper. Why must the universe vex him so?

“I know. Leave,” he croaks, fingernails digging painfully into his scalp. “Please…please leave.”

[bornspellcaster]

Cool eyes narrow at the child looking up at him. Annoying little witchling. Always the ears. It’s always the ears they look at. These creatures see nothing beyond it.

Even Kikimora and Varuka didn’t at first.

“Hmmph! Haven’t your parents ever taught you not to gawk, dear? It’s quite rude, you know. Be grateful I’m in a considerably better mood than usual…”

@powerfulplantwitch

[bornspellcaster]

Ironically, it felt like looking in some twisted mirror, didn’t it? Even with Hunter the spitting image of Howell, the terror in the boy’s gaze was his Uncle’s as he’d await a flurry of fists, or the lash of a heavy belt or bundle of twigs.

Philip slid his sleeve ungracefully over his messy, blotchy face of tears with a heavy sniffle and a series of hitched, broken sobs.

“He’s gone. He’s really gone, isn’t he? I had some hope perhaps I would get him back, but I’m reminded that I never will. He’s not in the future you’re in. He’s not….not coming back.”

bornspellcaster​:

grimwalked​:

@bornspellcaster​ || X

“W-Wait! Uncle, please! I-I-”

It’s all so familiar. Too familiar. The way the man had grabbed him up, the rage and anger in his voice that he’d heard so many, many times before. This was no longer the man he who was so gentle around him. This was no longer someone safe he could go to. All of that, gone-

Because Howell was dead and Philip blamed him for it-

“I-I didn’t know when or how or why! I didn’t know!” he yelped, fear plain in his voice. He’s scared that this is going to end up like it always has. He’s scared that he’ll never be safe again.

“P-Please I didn’t know…”

Dad… I’m so sorry… It’s all my fault-

“How did you not know??” Philip sobbed, large tears rolling down his face. “How did you know he would be gone but how not to get him back!? Why?? Why didn’t you…stop it!?” Is it even Hunter he’s talking to now? “Why didn’t you tell him not to go through that fucking door!?”

His hands tremble on the boy’s shoulders, grip slackening in grief as his breath hitches in misery.

“You’re different in the future. It’s so strange to see…how you are now. I never thought I could be so comfortable around you now.”

“Well you don’t need to worry about that now, Hunter. As long as you’re here with me you’re safe. Howell and I will always take care of you.”

These were the words he’d spoken so softly before as he’d tucked the teen into his arms. The same one trembling under his grip with a haunted gaze, one resonating with Philip’s own childhood.

What is he doing?

Howell, I’m so sorry.

Philip felt his knees finally give way in anguish as he looked painfully to the boy. He’s all he has left of Howell now.

“….Forgive me.”

.

The more Philip shouted, the more it sunk in. Howell was gone. Really and truly gone… and they weren’t getting him back. His loving little family was gone…

“I-I…” Tears start to fall down the boy’s own face. His whole body trembling. He can feel the man’s grip loosen but he’s scared he’ll be struck, eyes closing tight.

Yet the feeling doesn’t come and he simply hears Philip fall to the ground. Hunter’s eyes ease open and his red hued gaze falls upon the broken man. The boy stumbles back a few steps before his own legs buckle from the weight of fear and panic.

He sits there for a long moment, taking slow shallow gulps of air to calm his shot nerves. His eyes lock with his uncle’s and he can see the pain and remorse in them…

[bornspellcaster]

"Uncle... Philip?" Hunter questioned. Something changed again, time shifting around him and he was somewhere he wasn't supposed to be. His uncle looked older by a few years, but that wasn't what bothered him so much. His whimsical, carefree nature was gone. His piercing blue eyes hid something heavy behind them.

"Where's Kiki and Arakate? Where... Where's dad?" he asked, a sudden horrific realization dawning on him.

It was that boy.

A few years ago, this reunion would have been so positive, and full of joy and tears. He’d have embraced the child warmly, in a cottage and family, he missed so dearly.

He’d babble on stories and guide Hunter’s hand in calligraphy while Kiki and Howell would watch fondly as they prepared dinner in the kitchen. Now? Now hearing that name, his brother’s name sends a hot stab of anger and grief, and he acts before his mind even catches up with him.

“YOU!” Philip shouts as he snatches Hunter up by the collar, gripping it tightly in two hands. “You KNEW what was going to happen!” he shouted, his voice cracking and giving way to sobs as tears roll into his beard. “You KNEW he would-would leave me! Why didn’t you STOP IT! Why didn’t you tell ME how to to stop it!?”