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Ok, it’s because of their butts.

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Listen, I never truly kicked my Legos addiction… 👷(PS totally forgot the table was see-thru, so thank you little Legos for shielding my pantsless body)

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Felt like it was time to answer more of the questions you all had for me, so decided to really go off the cuff this time around from your Twitter submissions using the hashtag #ThomasAnswers! Hope you all enjoy!!

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Prompt The Traits have their own sides maybe Like anxiety literally meets his own anxiety who's just terrible and the others and Thomas are terrified.

Ok guys in the end this got really dark so…

Quick warnings: mentions of blood, claustrophobia, giant spiders, drowning and angst

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What none of them knew was that each one of Thomas’ sides had their own sides.

Yes, it was confusing, but it was real, and none of them knew. Not for a very long time. But months after Thomas started to have a deeper contact with his sides, they found out that they also had sides themselves, but they were… A little different.

For being sides of sides, they could not have physical form. They were more like differently coloured shadows. Morality was yellow, Logic was blue, Prince was red and Anxiety was black. And because they were sides of sides, it meant that they were the core of each one of them. They had no personality. They were the deepest and most intense meanings of each one of the sides.

So the day where Anxiety’s Anxiety came up, it was out of nowhere, and it was intense.

They were recording with Thomas, but Anxiety had been fighting a panic attack for longer than ten minutes now. He tried to focus, on Logic or Prince or Morality or even Thomas, but soon the whole idea became too much, even making Thomas bothered.

“I don’t feel well” Thomas said, closing his eyes, and anxiety sat down on the stairs, covering his face with his hands, trying to focus on anything but the fear, fear, fear. Fear of what, he didn’t know. Sometimes, things just came up and he felt too much.

“I’m sorry” Anxiety muttered, curling up on himself while Thomas sat down on the couch, forgetting about the camera recording everything. Morality rushed to Thomas, worried, while Prince and Logic went to Anxiety.

Not even one minute later, the walls started to get black around Anxiety, and even Thomas, who was trying to even his breathing out, had to look up. Prince and Logic did the same, stepping back scared, and Anxiety lifted his head up, eyes filled with tears, confused, when he noticed the shadow around him. The attack gave place to a scared yelp, and he jumped up, rushing between Prince and Logic as the shadow grew and grew on the wall, taking the form of a man with red eyes.

“Ann, why did you stop?” The shadow said, the voice coming from everywhere and nowhere exactly, making the five men in the room move backwards.

“W-who are you?” Prince asked, stepping forward to stay between the other four and the shadow figure. The shadow let out a dark laugh, slowly moving away from the wall and becoming a three dimensional being.

“Hello Roman. Long time no see” it said, voice dark as he approached the royal. It had no feet, it’s for so going down all the way and making a circle on the ground of darkness. “I can’t believe you forgot about me. After all those times we fought…”

“You…” He said, confused, frowning. “Who are you?”

“I am Ann’s anxiety” the shadow said, wondering around the five and making them move closer to each other, Anxiety and Thomas in the middle of the circle. “You can call me… Nightmare”

“Nightmare?” Prince asked, taking his sword out and watching the shadow as it circled them. “I didn’t know you could take physical form”

“Please make it stop” Anxiety whispered between them all, whimpering in fear, before being held by Thomas, pressing his face against his host’s chest. The shadow laughed loudly, jumping over them and making a curtain of darkness surround the five of them.

“Come on Ann. Don’t be afraid. All of them have me” it said, and then let out an evil laugh. “You’re not the only one that is afraid of something…”

“Let us out!” Prince yelled, waving his sword only to realise that the curtain was now an open, entirely dark room. The room laughed again, red eyes appearing around thirty meters away from them. The royal then growled, seeing and feeling how scared the others were, and used his rage to run to the pair of eyes in the darkness, sword up ready for an attack.

“Roman!” Morality called out, but before he could hold him back he was off. In the middle of the way, however, Prince tripped, falling on his face and letting his sword go. When he opened his eyes, he was in a cell, and as he looked back, there were metal bars holding him apart from the others.

“O-oh no” Anxiety mumbled, lifting his head just enough to see a dark hand over the block of concrete that held Prince hostage.

“Everything is becoming so small Roman” the room said, the hand closing around the block, and Prince gasped, falling on the floor as the walls got smaller and smaller, making him panic, curling up into himself as he tried to ignore the feeling of the walls getting small enough to crush him slowly and painfully until he was a pool of broken bones and blood.

“Roman” Thomas breathed out, scared, his voice coming at least one octave higher than usual, his arms tightening around Anxiety to comfort himself. Morality’s eyes were wide, scared, and he rushed to the cell, pulling on the dark fingers.

“Let him go! You’re hurting him!” He yelled, but the hand only moved beyond the father’s reach, and darkness surrounded him as well, making him turn around, dizzy. Suddenly, he felt something sticky surrounding his feet, and then legs, up his waist, and when he looked up, he was upside down, being held up by his feet right under a giant spider web with a giant spider turning him around, surrounding him with her black sticky web. He didn’t even have time to speak, his mouth and head being covered by the giant insect while he squirmed and waved around, screams coming muffled as he tried to save himself desperately.

“Dad…” Anxiety let out, his voice nothing more then a scared breath, both him and Thomas too frozen and afraid to even speak, while Logic did his best to surround his host and his friend away from the invisible threat.

However, his act of protector lasted for no longer than a few seconds, before a dark rope wrapped itself around his feet, pulling him hard to the ground and making him scream as he was dragged away from the other two, Thomas trying to reach out before Logic was pulled into a tank filled with water and tied to the ground, surrounded by the most horrendous sea monsters without any chance to breathe. He squirmed, using his free hands to reach the air above him but without rope enough to reach it himself and breathe. However, as this was Nightmare, the water would never really kill him, but the feeling of drowning would be ever present until he could find a way of getting out.

“Small places, spiders, water” the darkness whispered as Thomas and Anxiety watched the other three struggling to get out of their nightmares, both with their eyes wide and filled with tears. They were trembling from their feet to their heads, unable to move, barely able to breathe. “What is your fear Ann? What are you afraid of?”

“Anxiety!” Thomas screamed as darkness moved through the small spaces that they weren’t touching, and suddenly Anxiety was alone.

Alone.

In a dark room.

No sounds.

No Thomas.

No nightmare.

He was alone.

“Alone” he whispered, a sob coming up as he fell to his knees, hands over his face. “Alone…”

He was alone.

But he didn’t want to be alone.

And suddenly, in the darkness, three pairs of colourful eyes appeared.

“Ann” a whisper. He looked up, scared, and jumped backwards when he saw the other three pair of eyes in front of him: a blue one, a yellow one and a red one.

“We can help you” another voice, slightly different, said, and the eyes came closer, slowly taking form of colourful shadows.

“Come” a third voice whispered, and slowly they surrounded him, brightness surrounding him and making his eyes close.

“I don’t want to be alone!” Anxiety said, loudly, and suddenly the brightness shone, a loud sound coming to Anxiety’s ears, the darkness disappearing.

When he opened his eyes again, he was met with Thomas’ living room, with the host looking terrified next to the couch.

“Anxiety?” He muttered, voice shaking so much that it didn’t even sound like he had called the persona. Anxiety looked around, seeing no sign of the others. “Where…”

“I’m sorry Thomas” he said, also shaken, before moving closer to him and hugging him gently. “I need to find the others. Lay down” he said, helping the man sit on the couch before he sank in to Thomas’ mindset.

The situation in there was… Chaotic.

Never in his life Anxiety had felt worst.

Because he had never seen the other three curled up, together, with all of them crying copiously against the other’s shoulder, coughing and almost throwing up from crying so much, clearly feeling worst than anything else before.

He gave one step towards them and froze, the three looking at him scared and still crying. After a moment of silence, interrupted only by sniffles and hiccups, Anxiety felt his own tears filling up his eyes and he rushed to the group, saying ‘sorry’ millions of times as he was hugged and brought into the family hug.

And just like a nightmare, they comforted each other, and everything came back to normal, with a few conditions: Morality ever had to remove any bug from the house again, Prince was allowed to open any door or window at any time, even if it was raining or snowing, no one could have a bath while Logic was at home, and Anxiety would never, ever be let alone again, unless he really insisted on it.

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What happens when anxiety gets bored of him?

Prompt: Drunk Logic confessing his love to Anxiety. Anxiety assumes it’s just the drink talking. Since he assumes Logic won’t remember anything when he sobers up, Anxiety admits he loves him back, gets Logic a glass of water and makes sure he gets to his room safely. In the morning, Logic remembers everything (he’s a lightweight but didn’t drink enough to forget what happened) and he tells Anxiety that he meant what he said.

I feel like logic would have to be really feed up to get drunk so… But I tried to make thisone as fluff as possible! Because I love fluff, and I love analogical, andanalogical fluff destroys me in all the good ways.

This is 992 words of pure fluff, whaaaat? I hope you like this!

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Warnings: Alcohol mention, Logan trying to dealwith his feelings

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Logan wasexasperated, he had tried talking to Morality about this but the other one hadjust squealed in excitement and hugged him so he was out of the question. Romanwasn’t honestly of much help and they didn’t had a close enough relationshipfor Logan to feel comfortable talking about this with him.

So, in acompletely illogical moment, he had decided to get a drink to forget a littleabout his problems; or to be more specific, his particular problem. Problemthat was currently staring at him from the kitchen door, looking reallysurprised. Logic supposed that it was because of the drink in his hands sincehe had made it clear to the others that drinking wasn’t exactly something beneficialfor logical thinking and he tried to partake on it as little as possible

“Logan?”

“Mh?”

“Are youdrunk?”

“’m n’t s’re”

“O…kay, imjust gonna, give you a glass of water and throw you in your room”

“Mhkay”

He staredat the darker trail move around the kitchen… and wasn’t that the whole problem?This whole thing had started because Logan had found himself looking at Anxietyway more often than normal, blushing slightly every time he got to see the realsmile of the other and trying to do as much as possible to keep the smilethere. Obviously it didn’t work most of the time since the other was insecureregarding it and when asked he had responded with the most illogical thingLogan had ever heard

“I don’t havea nice smile Logan; it looks unnatural in my face”

“That’s nottrue”

“It is, it’slike I don’t know how to smile or laugh… I don’t know Logic, just… let’s leavethe topic”

He wasthrow back to the present time when Anxiety snapped his fingers in front of hisface, looking at him worriedly

“Earth toLogan, Logan do you copy?”

“Yeah”

“Okay,here, can you hold the cup?”

“I’ll prefert’ hold y’ur hand”

“Wha-?!”

“Y’ur cute”

“Logan howmuch did you drink?”

“N’t enough”

Anxiety wasblushing, and Logan was sober enough to notice that. Maybe… well, he wasalready flirting with Anxiety, so might as well tell him the whole reason whyhe was drunk right?

“Anx”

“Yeah?”

“I… th’nkim in l’ve with you”

The darkertrail stared at him, his blush now completely covering his face. He could forcethe other to drink the water and forget all about it, after all it was only thealcohol talking, or he could confess without hearing Logic reject him. Honestlyit was a win-win situation

“I… I’m inlove with you too”

“So w’re ath’ng now?”

“Drink yourwater and we’ll talk tomorrow okay?”

“Mhkay, I l’veyou”

“And I you”

Once he finallygot Logan to drink his water, and once his own blush finally decided to godown, he took the logical trail to his room and told him to lie down. Aftermaking sure that Logan was indeed on his own bed and with his glasses offAnxiety ran away from the room.

“Why did I saidthat, oh god what if he remembers it? Okay, okay think this through… there’s abigger option of him not remembering it than of him remembering it. I’ll be fine!”

Anxiety gotinto his own bed, all the while trying to force himself to think positively. Hehad only gone to the kitchen for a late night snack! Not for a confession and adrunk Logan! He tossed and turned, too excited and anxious to actually fallasleep. Why was his life like this? He already had to deal with living in thesame headspace as his crush!

Oncemorning came Logan woke up groggy, he honestly wanted to say he woke up happythanks to the events of the past night… but his head was killing him

“Neveragain”

He got outof bed and fixed himself as much as he could, it honestly wasn’t much but itwould leave him presentable enough until he reached the kitchen. He knew theyounger one was one of the first to wake up, and considering Logan was alwaysup before anyone else there was a huge possibility he would only find Anxietyin the kitchen at this hour.

“Ah good,you are here”

“Wha-?!Logan, don’t appear out of nowhere!”

“Apologies”

“So what’sup?”

“I wishedto talk to you”

“Okay? Lay iton me”

“Weirdchoice of words, but anyway. It’s about what happened last night”

“W-Whatabout it?”

“I meanwhat I said; I think im in love with you”

“Y-Youthink?”

“I’ve neverreally experienced the emotion, and Morality wasn’t able to explain it wellenough. But if what I understood about it is correct, then yeah I’ve been inlove with you for a while already”

He stareddirectly into the younger one eyes, trying with all his strength to look asserious as he was. He wanted Anxiety to believe him, he wanted Anxiety tocorrespond to his feelings again; now that he was sober, now that he couldfully remember it all

“I want tobe with you, from today until the day you get bored of me. Will you allow methat pleasure?”

“I- Logan,what?”

“Angel, wouldyou wish to be my partner?”

“Holy shit,yes, oh god hell yeah”

Andsuddenly Logic had an armful of excited Anxiety, and both were laughing, andGod when did they even started crying?

“I love you,Logan I love you so much. I’ve been in love with you since so long”

“I love youtoo Angel, im sorry it took me this long to figure it out”

“You giantnerd oh my god”

It was likean irresistible force was pushing them together, and lost in each other’s eyesthey kissed

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Babylonian era problems. (photo via tbc34)

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A smol awoo

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someday, in the distant future, humans will once again be capable of hearing the phrase “what is love” without also feeling the primal urge to  respond with “baby don’t hurt me”

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reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)

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Welcome

Hello there!

Welcome to the blog for Witchcraft and Wizardry, the pen and paper RPG based on JK Rowling’s Wizarding World. Contained within these walls are multiple months of work (yes, I really do need a life). I’ve always been in love with Harry Potter, and when I started playing D&D I realized how awesome it would be to play a Pen and Paper Harry Potter game.

So, I searched for one. I found a few really great ones, but they were missing something. Either they focused too much one one thing, or not enough on another, so I decided to make my own.

The game is very much untested, so if you find any errors or have any suggestions, feel free to email me at witchandwizard@gmail.com.

And now, without further ado, here’s everything I have so far.

The Player’s Guide: https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B4S1Ue_rCd5lLWFvaWhTNHRJUGM/view?usp=sharing

The Character Sheet: https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B4S1Ue_rCd5lcnVSVDRoTlpOX1k/view?usp=sharing

The Spell Sheet: https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B4S1Ue_rCd5lYWZ1VHBnU2htOUU/view?usp=sharing

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*me when the fic is angsty and fluffy at the same time*

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Omg. I died laughing. Had to keep my snickering on the DL as I’m in  study zone of quiet.

Anxiety you naughty boy

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Anxiety: Don’t let another person ruin your day.

Anxiety: Ruin your own damn day.