#aes: witching hour

[simplynotcapable]

thank you all for being so patient, here is a small snippet that will be included at some point once i get back to new chapters

The pained awkwardness and tension filled silence of it all shattered suddenly when Rhaenyra snorted. Visenya froze, mouth half-opened to take a bite of (frankly, rather bland-looking) chicken, and flicked her eyes wordlessly towards her sister.

Rhaenyra, though, did not look back at her. Her gaze, tinged with a strangely warm amusement, remained fixed on Aegon’s plate.

“He still does not eat his peas,” she said, glancing to Alicent with a quirked grin, and, to Visenya’s utter shock, the queen’s lips twitched as if she meant to smile back.

Aegon, in the process of methodically removing the peas from the neat serving of vegetables on his plate, looked up curiously and then seemed baffled to find the rest of the table gazing at him. His eyes flicked nervously to Visenya, as if to make sure he had not somehow committed a grievous sin in the past ten minutes of silence, but her shoulders could only raise in a helpless, clueless shrug.

“What?” he ventured after a few more fraught beats.

“You did not eat them as a babe either,” Rhaenyra said. “You would throw them at your nurses.”

Aegon looked to his mother and then to Visenya, seemingly at a loss as to how to respond and looking extremely unsettled at having their sister address him directly, and then turned back to Rhaenyra. “I do not remember that.”

“We would hide them in potatoes,” Alicent said, suddenly, and their heads all whipped around to look at her. “So you would not know they were there. It was…”

“My idea,” Rhaenyra said softly when Alicent trailed away, and the tension grew thicker somehow. Changed. A different sort, one that made it a little harder to breathe.

Aemond slipped his fingers over hers under the table, and she looked down to find that she’d been digging her nails into her thigh.

“You—you fed me?” Aegon asked. She could not name the tone in his voice.

Rhaenyra looked away, back down to her plate. “I used to sing you both to sleep,” she said, as if they should all be aware of it, as if it was not the strangest thing Visenya had ever heard her say. Aemond’s fingers went rigid over her own.

“When the nurses gave up and I was too tired,” Alicent said, swallowing. Her fingers pick-pick-picked at her nailbeds; Aegon’s were already bleeding. “I remember. They would go…days without sleeping; I thought I would go mad if I had to listen to the crying anymore.”

“Like you,” Rhaenyra said, touching Visenya’s arm. “Same as you when you were first born. Wouldn’t settle for anything.

“‘Let me try,’ you said,” Alicent said, as if talking to herself. “‘It always worked for Visenya.’ They were both quiet within the hour, and I thought you a witch.”

“Dragons and dragon babes,” said Rhaenyra, peacefully, “need the same lullabies.”

“Excuse me,” Aegon said, abruptly, and he stood so quickly that his chair skidded on the stone. He had a wild look to his eye, a strange expression pulled across his mouth like a grimace as he avoided looking at any of them directly. “I am not feeling well.”

He tripped over his own feet in his haste to get the door, pausing only to press a kiss to Jaehaera and Jaehaerys’s heads.

Visenya half-rose to follow him, an uneasy anxiety already worming through her belly, but Aemond stilled her with a hand to her shoulder. “I have it,” he murmured, though the look in his own eye did not look particularly sane at the moment, and he rose with a murmur of “pardon” to follow their brother.

(“She sang us to sleep,” Aegon said in the halls, hyperventilating into his hands as he giggled, and Aemond pulled him into a too-rough embrace. “She tricked me into eating peas.”

“Easy, brother,” Aemond murmured, his own voice off to his own ears. “Settle.”

“Damn her,” Aegon answered, and his voice cracked. “Damn her for reminding me when I have tried so hard to forget it.”

“Reminding you what?” Aemond asked, soft, but he knew. Of course, he knew.

Aegon dropped his head to Aemond’s shoulder, clutched at his back like it would save him. He cupped the back of his brother’s neck hard, pressed his mouth to the top of his head.

“That she is my sister,” Aegon whispered, broken. “That we are family.”

“It changes—“

“Nothing. It changes nothing at all; I know, I know. We are as much a threat as we have ever been, and she is the same woman she ever was.” He pulled away, pressed his back to the wall and slid down it. Clutched at the back of his neck with bleeding hands, loosed a shuddering breath. “But she fed me peas.”

For a long moment, Aemond did nothing. He said nothing.

And then, slowly, he joined his brother on the floor. Pressed against him, shoulder to ankle, and said, quietly, in a voice that he would not admit shook, “but she sang us to sleep.���)

[roughaesthetics]

Collecting and organizing aesthetics

I made this blog so I could have a big resource for a bunch of different aesthetics all in one place and easy to find!

Aesthetic and moodboard requests are welcome! This blog runs on a queue

Tag list below the cut

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[systastic]

level 3 agott (witch hat) alter?

never heard of this source before, but god it looks so fucking cool. will def be looking into this more later! -🪻

name :: agott, agatha, giovanni, mari, mischa, hollin, sybil, bellamy, glynn, ezra, noel

age :: 12 to 15

pronouns :: she/her, he/him, ny/nym, ae/aeir/aer/aerself, li/lyr/lyrs/lyrself

roles :: assidumate, taskdoer, disciplinarian, housekeeper, lore keeper, memori

species :: human (witch)

gender identity :: bigender (juxera), peatragia, novellian, arcaneagender/arkhaigender, noctofloric, pluviotristic, cottagegoric

orientation :: lesboy

source :: brainmade / witch hat atelier

aesthetic :: light academia, old money, nanchatte seifuku

appearance description :: ezra has a very “light academia” way of dressing: ruffled shirts and cardigans, pleated skirts, blooming pants, long socks or tights, and high brown boots. cardigans are a must during cold winter days, as are sweaters during the wintertime. he wears a ribbon around his neck that varies in color based on the role he is taking on in that moment; white is for tidying up, deep pink is for disciplinarian work, blue is for memory-work, and brown is for note taking. noel keeps her space clean and tidy and goes out of her way to avoid making too much of a mess, and her clothes reflect that. they’re pressed and neat with no wrinkles, and her outfits are always matching to the nines.

personality description :: bellamy is paradoxical in nature. ae would get upset over other alters making a mess of things, only to later find it amusing if a child alter were to do the same thing. li would happily bother another alter but would be pissed if someone did the same to lyr. mischa picks on the people he likes and ignores those who he doesn’t. he has a deep love of reading and writing and likes to share his works with others he likes… even if he does so in a rather roundabout way. (ie, leaving the document he’s working on open so another alter will stumble across it). at her core, ezra is looking for attention and love from others. this is hidden under a mask of uncaring behavior and a lone wolf mentality. yes, she is fine on her own, but sybil does like other people joining him in his hobbies and habits. parallel play is aer thing.

likes :: games of chess, old films, studying, practicing her abilities, wizard media (not Harry Potter), light novel about romance, slice of life shows or books, soft yuri, magic wielders, reincarnation anime, miazaki movies like my neighbor totoro or castle in the sky, old school animation that’s been hand-drawn, floral and fragrant teas, being up in the early mornings, novels that can keep her occupied for hours

dislikes :: excessive drama, miscommunication tropes, dark and gritty media, gory horror pieces, 3D animation, way too much cgi that’s been added in post, poorly written plots and characters, bad stories, lack of representation in media, people who claim animation is “so easy”, mismatched outfits, running out of socks, black coffee with no sweetener or cream

front triggers :: miazaki movies, being in a library on one’s own, reading at night, doing schoolwork or chores

signoff :: 🪄, ♟️, 🎞️, or 🕯️

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[nancypullen]

SPRING!

Spring has sprung and I've got an itchy trowel hand. I'm dying to get stated in the gardens. Raise your hand if you think I need at least one raised bed for herbs.

I chose those baseball players because it's also baseball season! Opening day is March 28th. Hit 'em where they ain't boys! Name that movie. Here's a hint.

If I sound chipper today, it's because I am. I HAVE A DAY OFF! Hallelujah! This job has become all-consuming and honestly, not fun. With spring in the air I'm longing for home and time spent playing in the dirt. The flower beds in the front of the house wave me off every morning and greet me every night - and I miss them!

Those gorgeous irises ae from Stoner Creek Elementary where I spent many years working. When a tornado wiped out the school some of my sweet teacher friends dug up and divided irises from the grounds. My dear pal, Dina, gifted me with several and they're thriving. The tulip bulbs were sent by my sister-in-law last December. I put them in the ground and, lo and behold, all 40 bloomed! Isn't it special when you can look at parts of your gardens and feel a rush of love for the people who made it possible? Double the pleasure. Our high today is just 47 and there's a chilly wind blowing, but the sun is bight and skies are blue. No complaints from me. I spent a little time cleaning up winter debris from the flower beds and making plans for what I'll grow this year. Every fall I swear I'm not planting sunflowers again, and every spring I come across seeds that I saved and I'm pulled right back in. Of course I'll plant them. They did really well on the east side of the house last summer, so that's where they'll go again. I surrounded them with zinnias for extra color (is there anything easier to grow than zinnias?) and the grandgirl liked making bouquets with them. I'll do that again. My Zepherine rose bush arrived last week and went into the ground, crossing my fingers that she'll really show off. Of course, this is her first year so I shouldn't expect too much. I shouldn't, but I will. I need to do a lot of things with my time off, but I have a feeling most of it will involve dirt. I'm okay with that. I just want to wear old t-shirts, make things grow, and feed the birds and squirrels. I've become an old swamp witch. There are worse ways to spend my time, right? I've got a roast in the crockpot, I'll roast some broccoli and mash some taters for dinner. We eat a lot of salmon and salads, generally avoiding red meat, but I thought the mister deserved a big hunk of cow meat tonight. He has been absolutely wonderful about keeping things tidy and making dinners. I know, I know women do invisible work for decades and no one ever applauds or thanks them. We're criticized when we don't do it all, but never thanked. Still, I appreciate that he's not leaving everything for me to do, so I will shower him with beef. I know it's been forever since I posted, and I really hate it. HATE it. I ask myself at the end of every nine hour day at the library why I'm doing this. I just wanted to volunteer somewhere and meet some nice people.

I know that most folks don't see what happens behind the scenes in a library, it seems like quiet people just sit at desks and check books in and out. There's constant work to be done, lots of big plastic tubs of books coming and going that have to be processed, inter-library loans,etc. I also spend time at the information desk which is always wild. Some of the questions that people call with would blow your mind. I enjoy working in the children's room, that's always fun. I really love when I can put the right book into a kid's hands and they come back and ask for more like it. Shelving never ends...ever. I'm already working on April's displays , two in the main library and one in the children's room. I just really wish that the days weren't so long. This week is a short week for me and I am delighted. Next week will be long. If they'd just have me come in from 9 to 1 daily, I could knock out all of my work plus others' tasks and still have a life. I work every hour that I'm there, others do not. If I have down time I will float around and pick up the slack in other areas. If everything is caught up, I'll clean. I never thought I'd be that senior citizen that complained about "young people today", but my gosh there's a whole lot of dead weight on staff. Seems like everyone has a special reason why they can't complete a task or show up for work. Ugh. They're all making more than me and getting health insurance, why am I the only one worried about the work getting done? I'm the part-time granny! Okay, I'm not going to end this happy blog post with whining about work. It has been good for me to get out and meet people, I'll stick with the positives. I skipped lunch today because I was working in the yard and now I'm feeling snacky. Since we're having a big dinner I guess I'll just have some cucumbers or a cup of yogurt. That'll keep me from wasting away to normal. Might even sit down and watch some murder tv. I've really been missing my shows! I have to catch up on all of the heinous things people do to one another. I wouldn't be surprised if someone calls the library asking how to dispose of a body, I'll just consider this research. I'm off for a couple of days so I'll blog again tomorrow. Hooray!! I miss the old days of steady blogging. Until then... Stay safe, stay well, HAPPY SPRING! XOXO, Nancy

[sarandipitywrites]

For the Fantasy Asks (for whichever wip you feel fits best):

WITCH - What sparked the idea for this world?

and only natural to follow a witch with a

CAULDRON - Give me a fantasy food!

--@ceph-the-ghost-writer

hi Ceph! thanks for the ask (that i've let sit in my inbox for ages 😅). i'll answer for the world of The Art of Empty Space:

witch

the story of AES, i guess! i don't really tend to start with worldbuilding; most of the time, i have an idea for a story (or, more often, for a character or dynamic) and build the world around it. if the world i build for one story happens to work with another, great; more often, though, each story has its own world. so this particular world came from my spur-of-the-moment decision to write a "beauty and the beast" type story, which promptly spiraled out of control into something else (as tends to happen).

cauldron

seafood fritters are a specialty of the southern province, and Lienzo's favorite food. they're intended to be versatile, and can be made by mixing any type of seafood (although firmer seafoods tend to work better) into a thin batter (optionally with shredded vegetables to bulk it out) and frying on a griddle with any high-smoke-point oil. in Lienzo's hometown of Minadore, they're most often made with sea snails. this sea snail version is especially popular in midsummer, when the mooncrabs drift in for their mating season. the snails, having eaten bioluminescent crab eggs and larvae, will glow as well (and continue to do so for several hours after death). these fresh 'moon fritters' are commonly served on the summer solstice.

[darkskiesrpg]

♡ ━ ACCEPTED ━ ♡ welcome to new mystic orleans falls, Kiha Hwang and Choi Chung-ae! be sure to send in your account within fourty-eight hours or your role will be reopened. don’t forget to look over our checklist. Lee Do Hyun and Sang Hong Leon is now taken!

[lee do hyun| he/them] A new face takes refuge under Dark Skies. KIHA "KEVIN' HWANG, an TWENTY FIVE year old KITSUNE , is one of those from the PRESENT learning to navigate this changed world. People say behind their back that they’re OBSTINATE but the truth is that they’re really STEADFAST Their style can best be described as ALIEN GRAPHIC TEES, OVERSIZED HOODIES, SOCKO ESQUE SOCKS, and we’ll see how that helps them fit in. (minnigan)

[ sang hong leon | he/him ] A new face takes refuge under Dark Skies. CHOI CHUNG-AE ‘CJ’, an 24 year old WITCH, is one of those from the PRESENT learning to navigate this changed world. People say behind their back that they’re NAIVE but the truth is that they’re really PERSONABLE. Their style can best be described as A KIND GAZE, and we’ll see how that helps them fit in. ( Chelsea ). **tj’s brother

[iviarellereads]

The Dragon Reborn, Chapter 10 - Secrets

(THIS PROJECT IS SPOILER FREE! No spoilers past the chapter you click on. Curious what I'm doing here? Read this post! For the link index and a primer on The Wheel of Time, read this one! Like what you see? Send me a Ko-Fi.)

(Sunburst icon) In which trauma's a real pain.

PERSPECTIVE: Egwene stares at Tar Valon in the distance, just a tiny gleam on the horizon. She returns to Tar Valon mostly because she needs to learn how to use the Power, so that she will never be collared again. Her dreams since leaving Almoth Plain have mostly been of the Seanchan, though lately she's dreaming about Rand running from something, and also toward something.(1)

She smooths her skirts impatiently, resenting the colour. Both the dresses she has are grey, and not just grey, but the dresses of damane, the only choice given her when they set out. She swears she'll never wear grey again, though once in the White Tower, she'll wear white just like any other novice.

Nynaeve overhears, as she said it aloud, and asks if she's talking to herself when she should be keeping watch. Egwene asks sweetly how she thinks Moiraine is treating Lan, but regrets her mean remark almost instantly. She asks if Nynaeve thinks Perrin and Rand are alright, and Nyn asks if Egg's dreams are troubling her. She also says that everything in their lives has been wrong since Moiraine found them,(2) but Perrin and Rand will have to make do for themselves. Nynaeve feels a sense of foreboding, like a storm coming, though the sky is clear. Egg remarks that Nyn’s weather sense as often seems to relate to the conflicts of men as it does to the weather itself, these days.(3)

Verin leads the group, though Egwene questions her motives. Elayne is with them, too, riding opposite Hurin beside the litter that carries Mat, who hasn't roused in three days.(4) Hurin smells trouble, though he doesn't seem sure of what it is. They’ve learned to trust his ability and his instincts about it.

The Wondergirls discuss Hurin’s warning after he goes to ride with Verin, but Nyn suggests they should keep their heads down lest they get in more trouble than they’re already in for running off with Liandrin. She also worries over Mat's condition, thinking he might have only hours left, just before a bunch of Children of the Light ride up on them,(5) make big threats, etc. Verin asks if they really think they can carry off Aes Sedai within sight of Tar Valon.

Elayne cuts in to say who she is and that the Whitecloaks will have trouble with Queen Morgase if they don't let them pass. The head Whitecloak says perhaps the good Queen has no more love of witches, and would appreciate having her daughter back by her side. Egwene thinks there's no more time to wait, takes saidar, and makes the ground in front of the head Whitecloak's horse explode. She also senses Nynaeve and Elayne making similar eruptions. The man is unharmed, though, and yells at her to go ahead and kill him, like they killed his father,(6) as his companions flee.

Verin ignores the man and tells the wondergirls that what they have done is abomination. An Aes Sedai doesn't use the power as a weapon except against Shadowspawn or to defend her life. Nynaeve says they were ready to take them off and kill them or worse, and Egg says they didn't hurt anyone. Verin is spitting furious and tells her not to split hairs. Nynaeve asks what about this man, and Verin says he was only bullying and threatening, and she could've talked him around, given time. Now, what stories will these men tell, and what harm will it do?(7)

Egwene apologizes, trying to sound like she means it though she doesn't, and says they've been on the road so long, all the way from Toman Head, and if she weren't so tired… The man snarls that they were at Falme?! His father DIED at Falme. The witches killed him for their false Dragon, and he'll see them burn for it.

Verin calls the girls impetuous children, almost as bad as boys. She tells the man to go with the Light. He yells that he's Dain Bornhald, and don't forget it! He runs off, and Egg tells Verin she's sorry, she was trying to make things better. Verin tells her there's a time to tell the truth and a time to hold your tongue. An important lesson, if she intends to live long enough to become a full Aes Sedai. Did it never occur to her that word might have reached here before them? Nyn interjects that every village they passed through had only rumour, but Verin says there are other roads, and they moved slowly. Always plan for the worst, and all your surprises will be pleasant.

Elayne asks what he meant about her mother, and Verin says that the Queens of Andor have ever been friends to Tar Valon, but all things change in time.(8) Now, they're nearing Tar Valon, and they must be doubly on their guard, for this is where the real danger begins.

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(1) We might reasonably assume he's running from and toward his destiny in equal measure. Running from the idea that his life so far has been a lie, running toward the fantasy of greatness that we all reach for as children. Running from the knowledge that he's the Dragon, one of his history's greatest villains, and running toward the hope that he can prove it wrong by failing the test of prophecy. Is there anything else he might be running from or toward? (2) Moiraine does make a convenient target… but what if she hadn't shown up that day? What if the Trollocs had got there first? Do you think Nynaeve is being fair to Moiraine? (3) And even back in the beginning of book 1, she thought spring was coming, and it was the Dark One's influence holding winter in place that confounded her. So, there's obviously quite a lot more to this weather instinct power. (4) They did say he may have been weeks or days from fading before they retrieved the knife. If they've been traveling all winter, it's no wonder that Verin alone, even with Nynaeve, Elayne, and Egwene for help if they even can, couldn't hold it off longer. (5) If we didn't already get it from the juxtaposition with the icon, they're probably what Hurin smelled, and what Nynaeve sensed. We were told earlier that a group of them were headed or or encamped outside of Tar Valon. Did you dread this confrontation as soon as you realized? (6) Ah, and we've found Dain Bornhald again. Rand met him, the once, back in Baerlon in book 1. And it looks like somehow, Jaret Byar's news beat the Wondergirls back. A man alone rides faster than a half dozen including one ill enough to need a litter, after all. And gossip travels faster than feet. (7) Which side do you agree with? Why? Do you think they were in real trouble? Could Verin have talked them out of it? How will these men pass along the information that an Aes Sedai (they don't know she's only a novice) attacked them? What will people like Pedron Niall make of it? Whitecloaks being attacked with the Power next to Tar Valon now is likely to reinforce the reports that the Aes Sedai were the ones using the Power as a weapon at Falme. Verin IS right that the Oaths are in place for good reason, and one should probably try to follow the spirit of them whenever possible, not just the pure phrasing, even before swearing them. (8) We haven't seen anything of Morgase in quite some time. What do you think it might mean? Well, we can assume she's heard that Elayne went missing from the Tower, or at least that she hasn't had any word from her daughter in months while her sons were left behind there, whether they were allowed to communicate with her over Elayne's absence or not… If you had a daughter, and not just that, if you had only one heir to your throne, do you think you'd be content to let her disappear like that?

[fenrirswood-hq]

NO WAY TO TURN BACK NOW. Welcome to Fenrir’s Wood ADI, you’ve been accepted for the role of EUN CHUNG-HEE, please refer to the member checklist and send your account to the main in 24 hours.

[ ma dong-seok, cis-man, he/him ] Hey, isn’t that EUN CHUNG-HEE? I thought they went away for the summer? Did you hear they might be a WITCH? What I do know for certain is that they’re 53, and they’re PRINCIPLED, PASSIONATE, ALTRUISTIC and PERFECTIONISTIC, OVERLY PROTECTIVE, and STUBBORN. They’re originally from JEJU ISLAND, SOUTH KOREA, and have been in Fenrir’s Wood RECENTLY living in GRANT PARK. I wonder if they still work at WIN GARAGE as the OWNER. Best if they stay safe for now. ( adi, GMT+8, he/they, 30s, removed for discretion ). * wc for Oh Chung-Ae's caretaker, all roles at Win Garage filled.

[nottheoone]

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[honeysidesarchived]

× WITCHING HOUR — FAR CRY 5

( JUST TO LOSE CONTROL, JUST ONCE )

[consumedkings-archive]

biggest peggy killer this side of hope county, aren't you?

[ueharahiro]

As the other carried on with what Oh Chung Ae thought was an unusual amount of enthusiasm, he thought inwardly, ah, this one is very dumb. To be so gullible was such an accomplishment that it thoroughly caught the younger witch off guard and it took him a moment to consider that perhaps, no, they couldn't be this dumb, it must be a ruse, but as they continued on about their hunger he very much entertained the idea that they were indeed, just that simple.

"Okay," and if they were so easily convinced then he would take advantage of the situation, "I will take you there, and no, it is not at the docks. It is in Ashharran," Oh Chung Ae had in fact been there once or twice because there was a civil official his family had an interest in that tended to frequent this place. Oh Chung Ae had written to his family about the perverse inclinations of the official and this was used as leverage. "I have only ever eaten there," this was a truth, "Not for... mating. Now come on. They have early hours for dining so we must get there before their kitchen closes."

"I knew it!" Root said excitedly, though of course: they hadn't known. "Which brothel was it? The one at the docks?" They'd always wanted to go in that one, but only for the food. And that seemed a mighty odd thing to do. They'd once thought about asking to eat some of the food off of someone's body, certainly that would be among their services.

"You have nothing to be ashamed of, I'm certain half of the public uses the services there. For those without a mate it is the most valuable option," they assured the stranger. Still enthralled by the smell of food, and very much hungry. "Will you bring me close to where it was? I will let my nose lead me the rest of the way, but I am very hungry."

[fromtheshadcws]

tag dump 1!!

[sillygoofyboii]

Silly,

That One Guy

She decided to multiclass so that they can both be badass and do a lil jig at the same time. They severely underestimated the amount of studying being both a bard and a witch takes. So, sure, she knows cool spells and can make potions (worlds weirdest concoctions), but now ae’s 3x more tired than normal.

Equipment (appearance):

Literally just Silly in CT’s Magic Au aka this:

The only difference is that half of the time, the cloaks off. And now she carries a large satchel (MARY POPPINS-ASS BAG)

Equipment (items):

Sewing Equipment (Thread and Needle)

Small Spellbook

Bb Clarinet, probably (she forgets it half the time. Packing is a hassle)

Crystal Ball (kept in her hat. That or she just carries it)

2 potions (It’s either tea, 5 hour energy, or something that’ll instantly give you liver damage. It’s rarely an actual potion. Typically kept also in/on the hat)

Other:

Canonically lives in a wizard tower (there is someone else there every Wednesday and Saturday)

Can make some really good tea.

Can only make oatmeal, Mac n Cheese, scrambled eggs, grilled cheese, and spaghetti without sauce.

Let’s be real here, this is just if Magic Au Silly studied slightly less and knew how to play an instrument.

I might change this

an adventurer party of me, anti, silly, and caretale

like an rpg party with like the classes and such

Restless,

The Explosive Mage

Don't ask him how, every spell he casts blows up on him due to terrible luck that he uses to his advantage.

Equipment:

A cloak, obviously.

Purple scarf, under the cloak.

Shorts and shirt, normally covered by the cloak.

A simple crystal, taken the place of one of his eyes in an eyesocket due to a curse. It's where his magic comes from, but now due to replacing an eye, he has bad depth perception.

Also can cook grilled cheeses and Ramen, that's about it.