#wizjo

[isabelguerra]

Good luck with finals week!! I would love to know your thoughts on how Izjo's respective friend groups regard their relationship. You've gone over Max (the poor unfortunate soul) in your AU but I would LOVE to know more. In general do the AC and Jang just have to watch as Izjo have the world's most insane bisexual dynamic ever. Do they just have to accept it as a part of their lives now. Because the impression I get from Izjo is that they will make their dynamic EVERYONE'S problem

aw thanks! im assuming you mean in the wizard au, i’ll focus on that.

short answer: yes.

nuanced answer: no.

elaborative answer: they DO make it everyones problem, but not in the way you would expect. one of wizjo’s key elements is how horrible they both are with their feelings; their earlier years are made up of near constant frenemy rival bickering and the occasionally genuine physical/verbal fight, but by the time they stop being kids and start developing a Different dynamic it’s something that they go out of their way to avoid and not acknowledge.

so in a way they make it everyones problem by being avoidant, and not making a problem of it. which in itself is a problem. you have feelings, you cannot just pretend they don’t exist. your friends will notice because they care, and they will worry about you. they stop making Knowing Each Other everyone’s problem (rowdy) and start making Knowing Each Other everyones problem (their actions to avoid confronting how they feel end up having a larger and more obvious impact, with more convoluted consequences, for those around them than just being their normal rowdy selves would)

this is a Whole Thing. johnny’s dare, that ends up stranding everyone in the forbidden forest for hours past curfew, scattered and split up, is made because he gets too twitchy to talk to isabel normally. isabel accepts because she feels she cant back down; to her the act of pushing back is a similar kind of resistance to the emotions shes been bottling up for a year. and challenges are familiar territory, so she feels like this is safe ground to indulge and playfully push back against. but both of their decisions end up landing everyone in a (ultimately non serious but still pretty dick move to your friends) situation. avoiding their feelings has more lasting effects on those close to them than just bucking up and facing their feelings honestly.

but! that’s only one part. its not always that heavy. so the jang, ollie especially, figures out johnnys crush about midway through 2nd year. johnny, however, does not REALIZE THEY KNOW. he doesn’t figure it out until the start of their 6th year, after izjos (accidental) first kiss. hes talking to ollie about it, and ollies like ‘we are your best friends. we have been your best friends for 6 years. do you really think that we wouldnt notice’. ollie gets the full brunt of it due to being johnnys roommate. he’s gently supportive, if not horrifically teasing at times, and he and isabel get along surprisingly well, theyre on first name basis. johnnys like whaaaat nooo since when how come and ollie goes you could also on first name basis if youd be willing to just put down the bit of calling her guerra 24/7.

the AC isnt as tight knit as the jang but i think they know before isabel does. max at least can tell somethings off. hold on sorry im so sleepy. ill continue this tomorrow actually, thanks for the ask :^)!!

[famousharmonyluminary]

"Lilijne Ręce ..."

“Lilijne Ręce …”

Gabriel sprawuje władzę nad rajem. On decyduje, kogo wpuscić. I chociaż ostatnie słowo należy zawsze do Boga, On jest wykonawca Jego woli. Bottega del Garofalo, 1520-30 Gabriel, czyli Mąż Boży w słodkich woni podzięce przed Maryją i w Jej lilijne ręce oddaje decyzję Kazimiera Zawistowska Przenajświętsza O wizjo! Biała wizjo! O białe konwoje Archaniołów, niosących w słodkiej kantylenie, Swojej…

[isabelguerra]

everyone is reblogging that johnny Its The Rules post. they dont know i brought it up bc of the wizard au izjo mistletoe kiss scene

[isabelguerra]

grabbing johnny by the front of his shirt and going listen up you heatmeiser 50s mob boss divorce child freak. not only are you going to be a wizard but on all levels except physical you are going to be a lesbian. you are going to hate a girl with such animosity it’s unreal and when you get a small glimpse of her unguarded humanity and its going to hit you like a frying pan. do you hear me. i intend to make this as painful for you as possible. you are going to be a wizard you are going to like this girl and she is never going to like you back. not a single person can ever figure this out. do you understand? do you understand what will happen if this gets out? yes? good. nobody can know you like her. three weeks ago you kicked her bag off the astronomy tower and she threw you over her shoulder into a rotting pumpkin. today you know what she looks like when saying goodbye to her best friend. and chasing a dismembered hand around at 2am. look at me. you stupid dyke. youre going to spend the next 4 years holding onto this knowing nothing will come from it and youre going to make yourself be fine with it. when you start to actually be friends its going to be worse because she will touch you without violence sometimes and when she does your brain will work even less than it does already, which is saying a lot. youre going to be friends and its going to be worse because you’re selfish and cowardly and are fine with things not changing if it means they dont have to change. one day a few years from now you’re going to get a mild concussion that knocks you out for a day and when you wake up in the infirmary wing she’s going to be slumped over the side of your bed, asleep in the most uncomfortable position youve ever seen. and when you ask professor zarei shell tell you that she has not left your side since bringing you there herself the day before. you’re going to sit there with that long even after she wakes up. youre going to have a wand that you go alakazam with.

[isabelguerra]

isabel: ill take care of you

johnny: its shit work

isabel: yeah it really fucking is. if you even think about getting up i’m tying you to the cot with your own bloodstained jersey

[isabelguerra]

johnny, lightly touching isabel to get her into bed: cmon guerra lets gitcha upstairs. we can. uh. study better up there, yeah?

wizabel, running on 4 hours of sleep and working on 3 essays at once: you KICK isabel? johnny commits TREASON against his captain? oh! oh! laps! laps for jhonny for One Thousand Years!!!

[isabelguerra]

bi people can never just say “i love you baby” its always got to be some shit like “yes, captain”

[isabelguerra]

hold on im on wizjo sauce again. thinking about captain guerra and her right hand man again. ive been very role-pilled lately and im thinking about what it would mean to step into Captain and embody what it represents; life through its valued and truths to exist larger than yourself for the sake of the collective good. What must it be like to be alone in that position. what must it be to have one person on the ground to hold you down. to be up there in the sky and know your job isnt just your goal of taking down opponents, but keeping your #1 safe and at their best

they are yours to keep safe. you are theirs to keep them safe. they are yours. you are theirs. you are theirs. they are yours.

[isabelguerra]

wizjo from isabels pov is like you hate your life so damn much. you hate your dead grandpa and his lame magic school and finally you turn 11 and get to escape from all of it and meet other people your age and it’s so exciting! then you get to school and realize that absolutely everything your grandfather told you — that you believed was just him being obnoxious and self obsessed — was true. hes a big deal and being his granddaughter means something. that sucks. people treat you mostly normal but theres always an undercurrent of something lying just below it. you try not to think about it.

and then you meet the most frustrating annoying person alive. you dont even know him, he mostly bugs your friend, but you get in a massive argument once because he thinks you think youre hot shit- which you DONT, so HE’S wrong for assuming. you dislike him on instinct. whatever. magic sports exist here too! it’s a sport you really like. you go for tryouts and have so much fun and okay fine maybe you show off a little bit— but it’s because you’re good and you know it. you make the team! so does the worst boy alive that you met and instantly didnt like. he didnt just make the team, he made the position directly tied to yours. you wont just be teammates, you two specifically will be partners. you hate it. you push him into a patch of rotting pumpkins when you get the chance. he fills your shoes with magic slugs. you turn his orange juice into mud. he knocks you off your broom. you throw up on him. this goes on for a long time.

years pass. hes still annoying and rude and freakish. …he’s also pretty alright. he’s not afraid of you like other kids are (because hes convinced hes the scariest thing around. as if, you can totally be scarier than him). hes also scarily loyal and makes you laugh. he helped you sneak your best friend/pet spider out of the castle once, which meant she wouldn’t have been discovered and taken away forever. that meant a lot.

and he also talks like he doesn’t care who you are. which means he calls your grandpa a bitch when you groan about your homelife sometimes. that makes you laugh too. and because hes not scared of you he kind of pushes you in ways nobody else does. which is so annoying! you dont need him to push you, you can totally be better than him on your own— you’ll show him. he has nice hands. what

you walk together after practice. your grandpa doesnt want you doing magic after graduation. you dont even know if you want to continue it yourself, but you hate not having the chance to choose. bitch boy is there for a lot of this and he always listens and gives you the same rough mannered support he gives his friends, which as much as you love your own friends, you don’t get much of from them. you like hanging out together, now. he might be your best friend. he is. you fall asleep studying on the couch together and practice one-on-one together, developing new moves that’ll leave the competition in the dust. you make Captain of your magic sports team. he uses the title to tease you but he means it every. single. time. it makes you feel sick. it makes you feel sweaty and too vulnerable and you want to run.

you make a bad call during a match and bitch boy gets hurt. every time you look at him he has an obnoxious manic grin or an annoyingly bold bravado, he shouldnt be lying there all quiet. it’s your fault. hes your best friend and it’s your fault. you don’t leave the infirmary for two days, you barely sleep, when his friends come to check on him you’re so jumpy that you nearly hex them. sure he’s fine and it’s another little battle scar for him to brag over but now your gut churns with guilt every time you look at him. you never want to see him that quiet again.

you run out of class once when a monster your professor brings in turns into your grandpa and starts ripping into you in front of the entire class. bitch boy is the only one who comes to check on you. he looks at you too softly for your angry outbursts and messy face and his usual brash approach. you know that means he’s trying something new just for you and everything feels too hot. you want to run again. he touches your hand and you cant fucking move. your other best friend also comes to see if youre ok, but he walks in on the two of you kissing which was not exactly in the plan anywhere near the plan whatsoever the plan this was not the plan.

you want it to be the plan.

[isabelguerra]

hmmmm. thinking about writing the Johnny Almost Fucking Dies In 5th Year Chapter And Isabel Doesn’t Leave The Infirmary For A Week fic. ive planned it from isabels POV but yknow itd be soooo interesting if it was from johnny’s.

you get knocked out. you’re out for a while, dunno how long, sometimes you fade in and out of consciousness and maybe you’re dead? Is this what being dead is like? Huh. Damn. You kinda wish youd kissed guerra before you died. you hear some noises every now and then but youre too dead to really pay attention to any of it; turns out being dead is pretty exhausting. Youve got MAJOR notes for god whenever he shows his punk face. hold on someones saying your name. Okay maybe THATS god. is that god? You meet god and she looks like guerra. If guerra hadn’t slept in a week or brushed her hair and her eyes were kind of red around the rims. maybe you wont have notes for god. you converse very seriously with god, or you fucking TRY to, because god is being very rude and keeps blowing off your conversation to flag down what you GUESS is an angel, but the angel looks a lot like your potions teacher so heaven is turning out way weirder than you expected, and you barely even had any expectations, because you’re barely religious to begin with. you conk out again.

you wake up again. gods there. She’s asleep at the edge of your bed, slumped over her crossed arms, one fist tightly balled and clutching her wand. god looks bad. You mean, like she’s doing bad. God looks like guerra, so obviously she looks great. But you know guerra and you know when guerra looks bad, and this is it. You’re not gonna pretend otherwise like those ninnies who only see the best in her. You mean god. Yeesh, you gotta get used to that. You wake up to see god doing terribly and sleeping over your legs. It’s dark. Your head hurts, but you can think a little better now. Maybe that means this whole heaven stuff is working. there’s a flash of light — OW — and the angel walks into the room carrying a tray. You watch her do angel business for a little while as your eyes adjust to being holy flash banged. If your hand nervously twitches over to rest on gods shoulder, you’re sure you can get out of bein smitten by explaining to her later that she looks like his old best friend, an’ in the moment it was just real hard t’see her that way, cause y’care about her a lot. Yeah. God’ll prolly forgive him for touching her and not kill him again. You get so distracted by smoothing out God’s wrinkled-to-hell shirt, gently running your hand on her shoulder in a way that y’hope feels like a comfort in her dream, that y’dont realize the angel’s walked over. She looks at you all sad. Whats up with everyone bein sad? This is heaven. Heavens really gotta step up its game or bein dead is gonna SUCK. The angel looks like she expects you to pull your hand off’a God. but God looks like guerra, so you just set your eyebrows resolute and keep your hand firm where it is. God looks like guerra and you’ll always have her back. Angel be damned (huh?). The angel sighs all huge in a way that reminds you of professor Zarei (maybe thats why she looks like professor zarei?) and fusses with her angel bottles. She looks at you and says that she hasn’t moved from that spot since you arrived here. The room is dark. You squeeze gods shoulder reflexively. god must really care about her new arrivals. guerra used t’care about her new arrivals. it’s nice that god looks like her, but it twinges when you realize it’ll never be her real face again. your other hand reaches out to accept the cup the angel hands to you. you don’t think. just drink it. you brush your hand up god’s shoulder to tuck some of the hair that feels like guerra’s behind her ear. you conk out again.

you wake up again. youre NOT dead. guerras there. guerras there but she won’t look at you. She won’t get near you. Its weird for a little while and maybe youre worried that you did something wrong, or you messed up with something, but youve got no clue WHAT. but now she’s acting WEIRD and nobody else seems to notice it. you’re friends, you hang out, youve hung out before but you just keep noticing that now she’s around ALL THE TIME. just HOVERING. always far enough away to think she’s being SLICK, but you KNOW her, and she AINT BEING SLICK. shes suspicious as hell; watching you like a flighty hawk, and hovering, and FUSSING, one time you go to grab the orange juice pitcher and she puts a FILLED GLASS IN YOUR OPEN HAND.

and shes distant. you used to study together, the two of you and ollie, in the dorm rooms. But its two weeks after you were discharged and every time youve plonked your ass down on the couch she shoots up and moves to the armchair with paper thin excuses. You’re both at practice and she falls off of her broom. You catch her, because SOMEONES gotta have her back and thats your job. She freezes up like a deer. You’re not letting no panic attack get the best of YOUR HOMIE so you immediately initiate the highly secretive forbidden technique Two-Person Stack Huddle Comfort Confidentiality Formation™, which is when you shift her a little bit (she landed in an awkward position) (maybe your grin is a little cocky. In your defense, this has never happened before and you Are getting a kick out of it. Maybe you can hold this over her head just a little. Banter usually gets things back on track with you two) and ask Is She Hurt Anywhere, Captain?

That backfires horribly. You thought Hey, guerra loves bickering an teasing! maybe she just needs some bickering and teasing an shell be back to bein the same guerra shes always been! WRONG. You are wrong. Guerra does not go back to bein the same guerra she’s always been. Guerra stares at you for 17 seconds, swallows, writhes out of your grasp faster than shes EVER moved on a broom, and scrambles away all Oh Uh Thanks Johnny No Shes Fine Johnny Shes Uh Shes Gotta Uh Yeah No Nope Thats Not Necessary She Uh Shes Gotta Go Help Logan And Sarah With Uh WithSomethingSeeHimLaterJohnnyBye

You conclude that you mighta been a little strong with the whole god delirium thing

[isabelguerra]

isabel honey im making the chicken boy your primary love interest. yes the one who forgot about eggs. yes the one whos a business major with a minor in dead golfers. yeah he goes krrkowbzow. yeah he was watchin that new kid through a fence and he went all shoop like this. yes the one who keeps making doctor puns. yes he considers a single grape income. youre going to be wizards, yeah. youre going to be wizards and at one point you are going to push him off his broom while you’re both 30ft high in the air. and two weeks later he is going to pour magic slugs down the back of your robe. you are going to see him in the hallway and jinx his shoelaces together so he trips in front of the entire student body and in winter during a class trip he is going to shove you into the lake. youre going to be practicing on your broom while hes practicing with his beater bat on the field and hes going to hit a bludger that doesn’t hit you but gets close enough to spin you around so horribly that you lean over the side of the stick and throw up directly on top of him. yeah the doctor puns guy who forgot about eggs. you’re going to love him so much youll lie awake thinking about it. chicken boy, yes.

[isabelguerra]

i need to rewrite so much of this fic. it’s outdated, i’m not enjoying the voice as much as i once did, and the tense is all over the place. bbbbbbbuuuuttttt. however. i still like this moment

[isabelguerra]

I've posted about how johnny develops his crush way, way earlier than isabel does - and about how by year 4 he, ollie, and isabel study together regularly in the commonroom and how by year 5/6 they're comfortable enough with physical touch to do the friend thing of slinging your legs over someone's lap, or leaning on their shoulder for comfort.

but now. now I'm thinking about how they got there and what that first move was like. studying late at night. girl you like is on the same couch as you. you try not to think about it like that. you try really, really hard, and you accepted a long time ago that it was going nowhere and you didn't want to make her uncomfortable by being weird, so you resolved to crush those feelings into the dirt with your heel and move on.

she puts her head on your shoulder. you wrap your arm around her like a death knell

[isabelguerra]

he bullied your best friend for three years. red flag. he tried to bully you for two years. red flag. hes devastatingly loyal — green flag? — but that could signal that hes a pushover — red flag. he helps you sneak out your spider. green flag. it was because he ambushed you when you tried doing it alone. red flag. he-

[isabelguerra]

wizabel, physically pained to get the words out: hey dyou think we could .

johnny:

wizabel: yknow as in . like. maybe we could. could we

johnny:

wizabel: nap together . on purpose . in one of our roomsHOW did you DO THAT

johnny (in pajamas): do what

[isabelguerra]

27 year old wisabel wuerra and her stupid boytoy assistant strategist threateningly imposing freak husband who she likes so much