#i still haven't decided if they use weapons or spells or both

[utilitycaster]

I'm new to D&D and still haven't played myself, but I have a group that's letting me join. Are there any tips you may have for a first-time player? I was thinking of barbarian zealot subcalss and wasn't sure if that would be okay for a beginner or if there would be something easier mechanically? It's a lot to take in and I'm not sure what's need to know and what's not.

Hi anon!

This is a great question and the answer depends a lot on your situation but the short answer is that I think playing a class and subclass you are passionate about and will care to learn is the most important thing. I think on the whole zealot barbarian is also pretty manageable, especially if you're starting at a low level.

The long answer: I think sometimes people who provide D&D advice, regardless of how good the rest of their advice is, and including myself, tend to overemphasize ease of use and the thing is, while some people are great at fiddly ridiculous mechanics because they are extremely experienced and capable, some also just gravitate to that because of the person they are and will be able to manage it from early on, and some experienced players simply have no interest in that sort of thing. I also think that there's no such thing as a truly simple class all around; there's just different types of complexity.

A great example is monks vs. clerics:

Monks can usually just attack with one thing (punching) and maybe one other thing (monk weapon, like a staff)

Clerics have a bunch of spells that they prepare every day, so they have to choose them both in the morning and then in combat.

On the surface, it looks like monks have it easier! but that's not actually true:

Monks usually need to be in melee with the enemy, which means it's extremely important for them to pay attention to the space, and they can have up to four attacks which means in a multiple-enemy scenario they need to decide how to allocate them.

Clerics often have ranged spells or are focused mostly on healing their own party and so as long as most people are within 30 or 60 feet of them, positioning can be much less precise

Both need to deal with resource management (ki vs. spell slots)

I'm typically a caster and often a healer main, and I genuinely find that easier than the spatial reasoning/multiple parts of actions that many martial classes have, but I know many people who feel that casters are too complicated instead. I think some people just have a wizard main personality and will want to have a spell list early on and will be more engaged and learn more because of that, whereas they would get bored by the concept of a rogue even if it seems simpler.

Anyway, if you have specific things you're worried about then feel free to elaborate, and definitely talk to your DM and your other players about the party makeup, but I think zealot barbarian is probably going to be great!

[yesihaveaobsession]

*A HAZBIN HOTEL AND SUPERNATURAL CROSSOVER*

Characters: Sam, Dean, You, Alastor (Charlie and others mentioned)

A/N: ❗️Supernatural Spoiler if you haven't seen Season 5 ❗️ (there is one reference from an episode from this season but it’s not major) ALSO Dean and Alastor are two of my favorites and they are so hot so why not write something like this!! Enjoy (:  -

Summary: After trying to fight Gabriel, he sends you and the Winchesters to a hell that you aren’t familiar with. Finding the hotel, you and the two brothers decided to check it out. Only that your eyes seem to be for a certain radio demon, and the demon loves making Dean jealous.

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You were in the middle of a battle with the archangel Gabriel. It wasn’t going well; you were thrown across the room and your back hit the wall. Dean had Gabriel in a chokehold himself. Sam was struggling to get up after the cut on his leg. Suddenly with a blink in an eye Gabriel snapped his fingers and a blinding flash, the Winchesters and you, their steadfast ally, were torn from the battlefield and thrust into an entirely different realm. 

You found yourselves in what you believed was hell. But it was way different. There was no Crowley, what the hell? The three of you saw these things. They weren’t human, running from something. The two brothers and you shared confused looks. 

"What the hell just happened?" Dean exclaimed, his eyes darting around as he instinctively reached for his weapon. You sighed. “Gabriel snapped us somewhere just like-” You began but Sam interrupted. 

“I am not doing that game show again.” Sam grumbled. 

“I guess we should look around, maybe something will get us back home.” You said and the two brothers nodded, and you led the way through the horrid streets of this version of hell. 

The three of you stopped in front of a fairly large hotel. It was a very nice hotel to say the least. As the three of you walked into the hotel, a fairly tall blonde girl walked over to them with a bubbly personality. “Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!” She stepped back and the three of you looked in and around the room. There was a pink spider, a part cat and part bird at the bar. You three just gave each other confused looks.

“Come on in! We have plenty of room!” The girl said. As she followed the two tall men and the girl further in the room. She had introduced her as Charlie Morningstar, the daughter of Lucifer. Dean and Sam looked at each other. You decided to venture more into the large lobby but suddenly someone appeared in front of you, and you bumped into them.

They were wearing a red striped overcoat and were much taller. 

“Sorry.” You said with a slight pink tint to your cheeks, Dean noticed this and glared.

"It's quite alright, my dear," Alastor said with a disarming smile, his voice smooth as silk. He bent down to your level, a gesture both charming and unnerving.

Dean's jaw clenched as he watched the interaction, a flicker of protectiveness crossing his features. His eyes narrowed as he observed the way Alastor seemed to captivate you with his presence. Before any tension could escalate, Sam stepped forward, breaking the momentary spell. "Sorry to interrupt," he said, his voice steady, "But can you tell us where we will be staying?” He slung his bag over his shoulder.

“Who the hell are you?” Dean said. 

“Alastor! The Radio Demon, pleasure, quite a pleasure!” Their attention went back to Sam." Ah! I believe I'll be personally giving you the grand tour." Alastor said and his smile widened, and you found yourself blushing again. Dean’s fist clenched. “Perfect” you had replied as you looked into his crimson eyes. Dean cleared his throat and Alastor looked over at Dean and his smile widened.

“Shall we begin our tour?! Follow me.” Alastor replied as he spun on his heels and had his arms behind his back still with his permanent smile. You were smiling ear to ear as you walked next to the radio demon. Dean's scowl deepened at the proximity between you and Alastor. With each step the Radio Demon took towards you, Dean's patience wore thin. Finally, as Alastor closed the distance even further, Dean reached his breaking point. In one swift motion, Dean stepped forward, placing a protective hand on your hip as he positioned himself beside you. Alastor's smile faltered for the briefest of moments as he registered the gesture, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his expression. Alastor soon stopped in his tracks and turned to look at Dean and noticed the hand on your hip.

“I’m sorry, is there a problem? Or could I continue this tour?” Dean's jaw clenched; his gaze unwavering. "Just making sure we're all on the same page," he replied, his voice firm.

Alastor's smile returned, though there was a hint of something else in his eyes. "Of course, dear boy," he said, his tone light. "No need for misunderstandings. After all, hospitality is my specialty."

With a flourish, Alastor gestured for you and the Winchesters to follow him, leading the way through the labyrinthine halls of Hazbin Hotel. But as you walked in his shadow, you couldn't shake the feeling of Dean's protective presence at your side, a silent reassurance amidst the uncertainty of this new and dangerous world.

[ivydarkrose]

Can we get 10 facts about Sourpop?

Sour pop 💛💛💛 I still love that nickname 🥺

Ok ok! Honestly, he's got a lot of rewriting to be had. I looked at his old facts from years ago. Very outdated lol.

The chains are his body he uses as weapons. They actually move of their own will, like some kind of metal snakes. They used to be the chains his brother (night terrors) used to drag him down, that forced him to fall. (Becoming a fallen angel that is.) He's glad to make use of them to get his revenge.

He does a lot of hoodoo voodoo, spells, etc. Which he makes use of for many of his interests.

Speaking of, he often tampers with genetics. Find humans, faes, etc being the most useful tools for his experimentation. Some results turning out quite awful, but to him, a necessary outcome.

I haven't decided if his true form copies over to his Creepypasta version. But his true form is based on a few lych kings. Something haunting, ghostly, a design I wanted to feel they may be friend or may be foe. I'd consider him half angel, half fallen. A twilight being.

Morivin, while disliking his older brother for understandable reasons, he actually took a liking to Candy pop himself, both in pity but also admiration. Claims him to be his brother now.

When I first made " Mr Sour pop", I kind of chose the color palette to match the missing primary color. Candy= Blue , Drolsoir = Red, Mori =Yellow . I already had his design in mind beforehand.

He was also going to be like Candy Pop, a demon fused with a Genyr. However, seeing Drolsoir going a different direction I scrapped that idea. This is why one of his old facts claims he has D.I.D. I am no longer comfortable putting that on his character. But he does have strange ... mannerisms still. Just not placing any label out of respect.

Out of all of his siblings, he most looked like his father, Mikhail. Before the fall that is. He also was quick to learn compared to his other siblings. Something that earned Night Terrors ire and jealousy. One of the main reasons he was chained down.

He offers his services for those seeking him out, but as the saying goes. Careful making a deal with a devil. As there might be some side effects that come with requesting his service.

The corset around his waist houses souls he's gathered. What he plans to do with them all depends on his capricious mood. Maybe combine them with another soul into a new host. Or maybe we'll simply just eat them for himself. He never knows himself.

These were a challenge to think of. As I mentioned I haven't really worked on him ever since I updated him a long while ago. At most I have his AU I've worked on. As well as the backstory that is connected to night terrors. Which both are the same in the umbra AU and the Creepypasta AU.

[thepeanutbutterwizard]

Venomous teachings au question:What will Wu do when it will be revealed that Lloyd is the green ninja(if he is.It would be funny and ironic if it was Nya for example)?You mentioned attempted kidnapping in one of the earlier posts.Also,when will it happen?

I haven't hammered out exactly when Lloyd is revealed as the true Green Ninja, other than it being after the Great Devourer is released and defeated (and event that starts Wu on a bit of a downward spiral), so what Wu does, and when he himself finds out aren't fully set in stone, but I have a few ideas I'm thinking of.

In VT, Garm still defeats the GD, but it's by finding his True Potential. He spent pretty much his whole life blaming himself for Wu getting bit, and everything that Wu's done bc of the Venom, and he's able to let go of his guilt and kill the Devourer.

And just like in cannon, it's known that Garmadon is the one who killed the Great Devourer. Which throws a massive wrench in Wu's plan; he had a hand in the GD getting released, and he had planned to use that to get Garm and Nya to give up the Sword of Flame. He wanted to use the chaos to draw them out and then play the whole 'the power of all four Golden Weapons is the only thing that will stop the Devourer, and I'm the only one who can use all four Weapons at once' card that cannon!Garm used. He also wanted to use that as a bit of an ego boost.

Nya and Garm both get captured after the Devourer is dead, and Wu is able to get the Sword of Flames by using Nya's life as leverage. Misako and Mystake are able to bust the two out during a very public kangaroo court """trial""".

And this is where things get messy. The ideas I'm working with are:

1) Lloyd is revealed as the GN via an accidental run-in with the Ninja. Mb they've tracked Garm, Nya, Misako, Mystake, and Lloyd to wherever they're hiding and Lloyd gets close enough to the Weapons to set them off? Something like that.

2) Lloyd is revealed as the GN in a run-in with Wu after he has the Mega Weapon, which reacts to Lloyd the same way the GW's would.

3) Lloyd is revealed as the GN minuets after Wu is defeated. Garm nearly kills himself using the Mega Weapon to defeat Wu, and Lloyd runs over to him, getting close enough to the Mega Weapon to set it off.

If I go with 1, then Wu doubles his efforts to capture Lloyd. The Ninja would be put under his spell by this point, so they wouldn't question what the whole light show was about. His main goal would be to turn Lloyd to his side through manipulation or magic, whichever works. Lloyd, as both Garmadons child and the actual GN would make a powerful asset. And if he couldn't be turned, well, he's still a very valuable hostage.

2 would be pretty similar to 1, but Wu would have gotten a bit more unhinged at that point. Like, he's gone a bit mad with power and stolen the throne and pretty much everyone has figured out 'this guy isn't actually the good guy'. In this scenario Wu would still be trying to capture Lloyd, but his goal would be to use the Mega Weapon to transfer his power into Kai, and then keep him alive just long enough to kill him in front of at least one of his parents.

And in 3, the only person who would actually notice the Mega Weapon glowing green at Lloyd would be Misako. Garm and Wu are both unconscious, Lloyd and Nya are freaking out bc Garm gets kinda messed up from using the Mega Weapon, Pixal is focused on making sure Nya isn't killed by a nasty injury of her own, and the Ninja all just got freed from Wu's spell and are dealing with the emotional and physical fallout from that. Misako is the only one holding it together enough to see the light show. Her response is to get to Lloyd and Garm, kick the MW away from both of them, and then take charge of the situation. I have no idea when (or if) she tells anyone the truth. (Also Kai might also notice. Haven't fully decided on that one yet.)

[twentydaysofmay]

Tried fusing Thandian and Kay(f)bop(t), which might've been a mistake.

Despite how chaotic the character may look at first glance, a lot of elements in their design have a reason behind them. All details are explained under the cut!

Since Thandian was Biblaridion's first conlang, and one that is now considered by the creator to be "very bad", I thought that giving the fusion the appearance of a "bad OC" would be very fitting. Those are usually made either by inexperienced character designers and writers who haven't learned the principles in their interests yet, or are deliberately made "bad" by people trying to mock said OCs. The former has an aspect of genuine lack of necessary knowledge - quite like the younger Bib who didn't know about things like the IPA back then - while the latter has an element of trying to be bad on purpose, just like Kay(f)bop(t).

One common part of the designs of "bad ocs" is needless complexity, which fits very well with both the kitchen-sink nature of Thandian and the chaoticity of Kay(f)bop(t). Biblaridion tried to cram everything he thought was cool into Thandian without thinking about cohesion at all, while Daniel Swanson probably looked at this blog full of humorous conlanging ideas and decided it would be fun to try to combine as many of them as possible. Having lots of random elements in this design being chosen just for the sake of "being cool" was, in my mind at least, a perfect idea for combining these two languages.

The top hat, the baseball cap, and the turkey are quite obvious references to Kay(f)bop(t)'s phonemic hats. However, I decided to split the fedora into a pork pie hat and a bavarian hat (the idea of which came from this post) just for the sake of greater complexity.

The sheep, the penguin, and the wombat are all references to a specific type of marking in Kay(f)bop(t), namely being the three animals included in the "manner of death" suffixes.

And speaking of the penguin, the cyan markings on the arm holding it represent <%>, the glyph used for the percussive bimanual stop (or, in simpler terms, a "clap"), used only in morphemes related to penguins.

And speaking of the weird non-pulmonic consonants, since and <*> represent the sinistral and dextral lateral clicks ("left click" and "right click") respectively, they are positioned on the left and right sides of the character's body. The <@> on the belt represents the faciomanual click ("facepalm"), and while it is neither on the face nor the palm, it is still in the body's center.

The weapons on their belt are a "battle-ax" and a sledgehammer, both mentioned in the "manner of death" suffixes.

From the viewer's perspective, the two horns on their head spell out "KB" in the Thandian script.

The purple shoe (called a "buskin") and the angel wing are both references to Thandian's past as a relex of Latin - the former having an association with ancient Rome, and the latter having an association with Christianity.

However, everything else that isn't a visual component taken from Thandian or Kay(f)bop(t)'s designs by Elemenopi was either chosen because I found it cool, or it was taken from some of the results for "bad OC" on google or videos about "how not to make OCs" on Youtube.

[the-boiling-bisles]

NEW PROMO LETS GOOOOOO

And because I am completely normal about this show, I'll dive in and give my thoughts and predictions for the finale based of this

First off I find it interesting how most of clips seem to be in what will probably be the first half of the finale, we see a shot or two of an impending fight, but we haven't gotten to that point yet. It's understandable that they wouldn't want to show too much beforehand, so I'm glad we're not getting spoiled for the whole plot.

The storyline I'm getting from this is that after the team teleports and Stringbean is revealed, the collector separates Luz from the others (probably turning them into puppets), which makes sense considering they do NOT like Luz. He threatens her or puts her in danger in some way, and then Eda+King end up intervening or are possibly summoned by the collector since they know of their supposed betrayal. We see their reunion in the end bit, but how they end up there is a little unclear.

Then we get to the games bit. It's self explanatory, the collector is very upset, and decides to put the original trio through all sorts of torturous games and challenges as a means to take out his anger and frustration over their belief that King isn't his friend anymore, and that Eda and Luz took that away from them. We go through the games, and after being fed up or being given an idea from Belos-Raine, he decides to trap them in their minds. That's what I think those orbs are.

I personally think that grom could be weaponized here in some way, or maybe it's the state of mind all the puppets experience, being trapped in their own insecurities and fears. Or maybe it's just an illusion idk lmao. Anyways this takes us to the bits with Luz as Belos, as well as Harpy Eda in front of the Conformatorium and King in front of some ornate door (I would use pictures if I could but I'm posting this on my PC and it's six years old and ready to die). Each of these characters will go through mental hurdles and face old memories, insecurities, and fears, just for the chance to "Wake up".

While Eda and King's mindscapes are still unclear, Luz' has been shown quite a bit in this promo so I'll mainly be focusing on that. The obvious first thing to notice here is that Luz is dressed as Belos, most likely reflecting how she feels about having helped him reach the collector (even though that insecurity was mostly resolved in ttt, I doubt she's fully gotten over it yet). Although I could also see it as a form of parallel between the two humans who got lost in the boiling isles with big dreams, or both honesty. When they show the petrified civilians she'll most likely believe that it was all her fault, and fall deeper into the hole of blaming herself for everything. When her friends show up though, part of me wonders what role they will play in her nightmare. Everyone is dressed in different outfits ranging from S1-S2, but there doesn't seem to be any true correlation between them. They could be the manifestations of their voices from the outside trying the encourage Luz to triumph past the spell thing she's under, which would explain why they're turned into puppets (as seen by amity's hand in the first frame).

I don't think any of the other clips related to Luz go past her nightmare sequence, so now let's talk about some random tidbits in this promo that are intriguing.

Belos seems to have left the collector after they began their challenges, and from the clip with Raine it seems like he wants to get back to the heart in his throne room. Some people think that Raine is trying to stop Belos, but I believe Belos is trying to smother them so that they can't fight back. Call me crazy but I feel like he's going to try and possess the whole titan. That scene with Eda and King with a background of goop and blue eyes seems to be their reaction to it. I don't think he'll be successful in his attempt, but man who even knows anymore with this show.

Glyphs are really important, especially in this episode. With the exception of palisman there is almost no usage of staff magic/spell circles in this trailer, it's all glyphs. Which probably means that those capable of producing their own magic naturally will be affected by some event in some way, probably some more collector magic stuff. What I especially like though is how much we see the light glyph emphasized in this trailer, it's the original and also very special to Luz, so seeing it as her "light in the dark" to wake herself up is really cool and I hope we get to see more like that. I'm also really excited to see the hexsquad using glyphs, those fight sequences are going to be sick I can already tell.

The Eda and King transformation part really caught me off guard. I can only assume that after dealing with their mindscapes like Luz, they were able to become better versions of themselves, King especially. I believe their transformation could also tie in in some way to that guy in the in-between we saw at the beginning of ftf. Oh my god I forgor about that guy.

HEAR ME OUT but if Belos is actually trying to possess the entire titan and that guy is the soul/spirit of said titan, could we see an intervene with Luz where she is able to communicate with him and therefore save the isles, this definitely does not make sense rn but I'll cook that a little more I promise.

Questions, little thoughts, and more

-Who will the final battle be between? (Or will there be a final battle at all?)

-I NEED A WITTEBANE BROTHERS FLASHBACK PLEASEEEEEE

-Someone pointed out that there was a flapjack statue/mountain thing in the background of Luz nightmare scene with the hexsquad and I'm not okay

-Since Amity was capable of moving her hand while in puppet form, does that mean it's possible to break the spell?

-Luz is finally getting the spotlight she deserves, I liked that we gave other characters attention in these past two episodes but Luz needs her time to shine for this finale

If you somehow managed to get to the end of this, thank you! These take a little while but I love getting to write my thoughts on this stuff down for people to see

[broken-clover]

can we get some info on josiah he sounds incredible

Woah. Uh, sure, if you're interested!

So in the past I've made some mentions of a concept for a cowboy catboy wizard that I wanted to use for DnD someday, but recently I decided to just up and make a proper fleshed out character for the fun of it since I don't think I'll be doing Dnd anytime soon.

Anyway his name is Josiah Nyash and he's a colossal goddamn loser. I haven't fully finished on all his details but the most important things know about him is that 1. He does everything with the most wholeahearted batshit insane passion and 2. He will immediately fall on his face and break several bones in the process of doing so. He's the world's most passionate failguy. He means well but he sucks so bad.

He's both a cowboy and a wizard and I'm not sure if this'll be in a universe where cowboys are still prevalent or not because I can't decide if it's funnier if he showed up 150 years late to the party or he's surrounded by other cowboys who think he's just the absolute worst. He's very into the idealized concept of cowboys but he has no idea how to do any actual cowboy things aside from greeting everyone with an overenthusiastic 'Meowdy, y'all' and trying desperately to look cool.

He at least knows a few (very basic) magic spells but he tends to get overconfident and try ones that are way above his skillset and tends to end up with him on fire or with things blown up. He is very passionate about finding a way to make a weapon suitable for a cowboy wizard and despite barely knowing how to shoot a gun (the last time he did he shot a hole through his ear) and only being able to do minor spells he attempted to invent a magic revolver that immediately exploded right in his face. He could just use a wand or a staff like a normal magician or learn how to not almost shoot his face off with an actual gun but he claims it doesn't fit his aesthetic. In an ideal world he'd be a half-decent engineer if he wasn't so damn hyperfixated on the cowboy schtick. He wears a stetson with star patterns stitched onto it that he made himself because he didn't think a regular stetson was 'wizardy' enough.

Pretty much his only saving graces are that he's good at playing banjo (the one he carries used to belong to his father figure Silas) and that he's an unexpectedly good cook. He'll drive you crazy with his constant mishaps but once he makes dinner it's a little harder to hate him. Josiah has good intentions, he's just terrible at expressing them in a way that doesn't go horribly awry

[in-auctorem-credimus-if]

The Characters of Escheria

Hello, biblio-anthropologists!

Recently I've been renaming some of the characters in Escheria (the first story world you visit) to better fit the naming system, and I realized that I haven't written introductions yet for the characters that you'll meet later in DDWCaPH! So here you go!

Below are some old concept art for Huckle and Berry, although they need a bit of a redesign after all the new developments.

If you missed the previous worldbuilding posts and need some more context, check out these other posts:

Escherian Clock/Calendar

Heartbinding

The Herstory of Escheria

Stars and Constellations in Escheria

I'll post more worldbuilding details about the naming system in the next one!

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HORTUS A. MIMIDAE

Hortus Aureum Mimidae, more commonly known by his alias "Uncle Huckle", is the camp founder of D' Warblings Camp, a refugee camp for dwarves and halflings caught in the ongoing civil war. He established the camp together with the other members of his 'vaudevillian' group, The Nightingales.

A devout Avian despite being a dwarf, Uncle has managed to call for a truce between the two people with his efforts. He has been trying to work out a peace treaty ever since the war drove his halfling wife Berry away, a monumental task given that one of the FIVE GOLDEN RINGS is still missing.

Uncle is a jolly, exuberant, and generous type of person who loves fireworks, hosting social gatherings, and telling stories, both true and exaggerated. While very much a party bird, Uncle can count on his fingers the number of times he has been drunk, partly from the vow he has made after marrying Berry. He usually takes pranks and jokes in good stride, but he can also be stubborn and quick to anger if you threaten him and his flock.

Besides being one of the camp's leaders and an ambassador for the halflings, Uncle works as the innkeeper of the Huckle-Berry Inn & Tavern, as well as an amateur ornithologist—which he takes great pride in. As a former member of The Nightingales, Uncle is also a professional at playing the kazoo, which he uses to call on his trusty griffin companion, Dore.

Uncle's signature weapon is a convertible three-sectional-staff made from fortified bamboo, and a repurposed hunting rifle from his griffin hunting days, customized to look like a bamboozle (a bamboo toy gun). Although an experienced fighter, his old age is catching up to him more than he'd like to admit.

CYANEA MIMIDAE-AUREUM-CORVIDAE

Cyanea, more popularly known by her stage name-turned-nickname Blueberry Rhymebelly, was a former Nightingales halfling vocalist and chorister, before she married Huckle and co-founded D' Warblings Camp.

Huckle and Blueberry initially didn't have an interest with each other, until their bandmates decided to set them up together on a blind date. After years of being courted and serenaded, Berry's parents eventually let Huckle marry her via the Ardan marriage tradition of heartbinding, with the condition that they set the marital vows.

Berry later gave birth to their daughter Cordelia, but rising tensions from the war ultimately led her to leaving the camp and her family. Since Avians are polygamous, she has since then married and started a new flock with her old friend Vireo, with permission from Huckle. Of course, Huckle will always be her first love, and she regularly keeps in touch with him and Cordelia through Huckle's messenger birds.

True to her sweet and caring nature, Berry is proficient at nature and healing magic, which she harnesses through her singing talents. While she can use her gifts for combat, she usually prefers casting illusions and "silence" spells, which renders others who rely on Avian magic powerless. It's sometimes useful for winning arguments against Huckle too.

CORDIFOLIA JAY MIMIDAE

Cordifolia, or Cordelia as she is known around the camp, is the half-dwarf, half-halfling daughter of Blueberry and Huckle. While Cordelia has her mother's warm, understanding, and caring nature, she also has her father's fierce protectiveness and unyielding determination. Although she might appear shy compared to her more outgoing parents, she loves getting to know people and learning what brought them to the camp.

Delia works as a cook and tea brewer at the HuckleBerry Inn & Tavern. While she enjoys the peace and frequent gatherings, she feels uneasy and longs to leave the camp, something her father is adamantly against. She wants to venture out into the world to help other people with her abilities, partly because of the call to adventure, and partly to stop the rising tensions that drove her mother to live away from the camp—a sentiment Wayne can relate to with his own father.

She is an apprentice at nature and healing magic, a talent she inherited from her mother. She's not gifted at singing like her mother is, so she uses her ocarina instead to harness the healing and protective properties of Avia's winds. Although she views violence as a last resort, she is still very much capable of defending herself, having learned various fighting techniques from her Papa.

She also has a rainbow cockatoo griffin companion named Odora, which she unknowingly tamed as a toddler after her father caught one from the wild. Dore grew to be protective of Delia, often taking her and her father together to fly and do tricks around the camp, sometimes recklessly as Dore has come to expect Delia's healing aid. Since then, Dore has become an invaluable asset for her father's diplomatic efforts, as the griffins' hybrid nature symbolize unity between Avia and Arda.

POLYANTHA STURNIDAE

Polyantha is a halfling Avian priestess, and was one of the original members of the music band "Polly and the Seven Dwarves". After she was appointed Broodmother due to her accomplishments and generosity as a priestess, she left the band, which eventually reformed into The Nightingales we know today.

Although Polly is adored by many citizens (giving her the nickname Aunt Pollyana), her term as Broodmother was ultimately cut short after a measly one and a half cycle (the shortest on record), when she openly declared her disinterest in marriage and bearing children—a decision which made her unfit to bear the title of Broodmother.

She moved in to D' Warblings Camp after it was established to become its head priestess, and to support the ambitions of her old friend and bandmate Huckle (who she affectionately calls "Dumpling"). While still not at all interested in marriage, she has adopted twin goblin children orphaned at the camp, named Powellichthys and Tautoga, better known as their nicknames, Po and Tato.

Despite being overthrown, Polly is on friendly terms with Purpurea Strigidae-Tytonidae-Monarchidae-Paradisaeidae, the current broodmother of Cellador. And with her age and experience, she has become one of Broodmother Rhea's most trusted advisors.

After Huckle finds a child named Wayne bearing the missing golden ring, Polly and Rhea must guard Wayne and his friends from the cult who calls themselves The Catalysts—who aim to bring about the Third Intervention—and the villains invading from a plot hole that suddenly manifested in Escheria.

PISTACIA SATIVA

The feisty dwarven innkeeper of The Galloping Griff-Inn, located in Cellador. Pistacia's inn is where most of The Nightingales would stay and perform before they grew to popularity, which would eventually become the inspiration for Uncle building The Huckle-Berry Inn on a treehouse.

Although heavily pregnant, Tasha decides to escort Huckle and Wayne's company through the treacherous Gub'bat Forest in order to make an emergency meeting with the dwarven president of Mt. Bundoc, Oleifera Fargesia.

After the premature worldquake, she returns to Cellador and decides to temporarily convert the inn to an infirmary with the help of Aunt Polly and the other Avian priestesses.

TOMENTOSUS EBENEZER POLYPORALES

Tomentosus, or Uncle Tom to his colleagues, was an old friend of Huckle during his griffin hunting days, and the husband of MetroKnome's District 13 Governor, Chlora Polyporales.

One of the few male gnomes in an otherwise female-dominated field, Tom is a gnome tinkerer specializing in Ardan magic. His innovations has revolutionized steam technology, with the development of a renewable power source through the use of solar-powered runes. Solar energy allows runic magic to be portable and rechargeable for later use, unlike Avian and Aguan magic which needs to be harnessed continuously through music or movement. This discovery led to Tom popularizing the "rock" music genre and pioneering a new popular sport among Ardans and Avians: ornithopter racing.

After the premature worldquake, Tom led an expedition on his airship The Dymaxion, to map out the new landscape and search for new habitable areas. The ship was eventually led off course to a world of chocolate and candy, after a discombobulated Santa Claus crashes with the ship.

With the help of the missing children Huckle and Polly were escorting, Tom and Santa's reindeers fly the airship to evacuate WanderLand's citizens, from an oncoming tsunami caused by the worldquake. Unfortunately, the ship comes across another plot hole causing a literal food storm, but the kids narrowly escaped through one of Tom's prototypes, a solar-powered vessel built from the remains of a wrecked school bus.

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The Moment You’ve All Been Waiting For (Character Introduction #1)

Meet Vivian (Vivienne? Vivianne? I haven't decided on the spelling yet), aka Voltage (not sure about that either). She’s one of the first characters I made, though not the first, and one of the "main characters" of the Identities universe. 

Anyways, here’s all the info I have so far: 

- is literally the whole reason superheroes exist in her universe. (I'll explain in the Very Long And Detailed Timeline Post I'm working on.)

- personality-wise, is emotionally closed off and not willing to show vulnerability but slowly opens up over the course of the story and learns to show affection in her own way. (granted, it’s more of a tough-love kind of thing, but still.) 

- her biggest flaw is feeling like she can (and has to) handle everything on her own, but she also learns to accept help and trust others over the course of her character arc.

- is the oldest on The team (not to be confused with her own), and their mentor figure/braincell holder. 

- is wealthy, not the billionaire kind but the can-afford-rent-in-LA kind if you know what I mean, and lowkey a reverse class traitor (/j)

- actually grew up poor, but got money through... Circumstances (which I will explain in the Timeline Post), and after said circumstances/her origin story, became kind of a local celebrity and public figure 

- puts on a more cleaned-up, polite, #girlboss persona for the press/camera, but isn’t afraid to call out what needs to be. 

- is the exact opposite as her alter ego, being Unhinged and having a reputation for violence, and willing to do anything for justice even if it means pushing the limits of her “good guy” status. 

- despite this, or maybe because of this, her first priority is always the safety of her community. 

- skilled in both long and short-range combat due to her upbringing, and is one of the few to use real weapons in the field.

- her powers are technopathy (technokinesis? whatever it’s called) and some sort of electricity thing, and I haven’t decided whether they’re Actual Powers or just fancy weapons

- actually got her powers after becoming a hero (because I don’t think I’ve seen that trope before and wanted to do something creative ig), which I will elaborate on later

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no worries!

and yessssssss, i love these, making them all canon if you don't mind!

also i have them meeting at the beginning when all participants are chosen, yknow, get to meet the competition and all, wilbur was very awkward because he was fresh out of an orphanage, he knows nothing about magic studies and different powers, the only magic he knows is what came to him by nature given that he's a NB and doesn't need to study spells to use magic, and suddenly he's facing a prince, a very educated scholar, a magical engineer and one if the best fighters in the dream kingdom, he wanted to dissappear there and then

if he's not clinging to grian (haha clingybur my beloved) you'd find him awkwardly standing in a corner, imposter syndrome hit him hard I'll tell you that much

but tommy being tommy decided to hang out with him and then he started to warm up to the others as well, except for purpled, purpled wasn't there to make friends, he was there to win

that's what i got for now, BUT I'd love to hear your version!!!! this Au is still subject to change

(also i really warped the ages here, wilbur is 19, tubbo, ranboo, purpled and tommy are 18 )

-hamham

I like the version where they meet like all the same place! Hc that Wilbur and tommy recognize each other because Phil knew Wilbur. I have no reason other than I think it would be cool. He is an orphan so maybe he ran into the Antarctic Empire.

Tommy and Tubbo would hit it off immediately. They would bump into each other insult one another and become best friend. Ranboo probably would stay after the side at first but warms up to Tubbo pretty quickly. They would all definitely cheat and help each other if they really needed it.

Nobody would know what purple's deal is. They might try to talk to him at first but he gives really short answers. Then they leave him alone.

My version would be that phil and techno empires are really close bc the Antarctic Empire was run by both of them. But they won't just become more powerful so they split? Idk all that matters is that the people are close. So both tommy and Ranboo have met before bc it wouldn't make any sense if they haven't. They have a love hate relationship.

I think Tubbo would have a steampunk vibe to him as well as Scar's empire and it was center a lot around salesmanship. So the ppl are con artist. Basically he's chaotic and will take ur money.

I think that dream's empire would be cut off to most people except for trade. Mostly weapons so purple would be really quiet and observant.

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26, 40, 48 & 80 for kendis my beloved please 👀

Thanks @jakubdumortain <3

100 OC Questions

26. How does your oc sleep? Do they move around a lot? What position does your oc normally sleep in? What are their typical bedding arrangements like?

Sleep? Does Kendis sleep?

I'm going to skew this answer a bit twc Kendis and say:

PRE-MURPHY: Kendis probably usually slept back or side (I'm picturing maybe facing the wall and back to the door), and center-left. Don't ask me why but I just picture center-left. I think they were slightly curled into themselves, maybe a hand or arm under a pillow with the other arm splayed over the bed (clearly someone who used to sleep with a stuffed animal).

I'm not sure what 'typical bedding arrangements' means. But they rarely brought people over, more likely to stay over at someone's .... and even then.

POST-MURPHY: Still center-left, but more likely to sleep with their back to the wall. They're going to be facing the door. If/when they're sleeping. Much less likely to bring people over and equally much less likely to sleep at someone's. Has their weapon nearby. Any weapon.

Doesn't sleep as much.

40. What languages does your oc know? Are there any they want to learn but haven’t had the chance to? How good are they at picking up new ones?

I see English and Haitian Creole. I feel their French and Spanish are much better than usual Kendis'. Maybe some Italian. (clown au!Kendis probably definitely knows more Latin, both from a nerd older brother and some medical terms)

Yes, it would be dependent on where Wayhaven is (haven't decided -- where did we say for our AU?), the prominent local languages there would be something she has some interest in to better associate with her people (especially if this detective Kendis). I think they're fairly good when they put their mind to it, they're far from a N or a F but -- lol. I think Kendis' strength is intonation and colloquialism.

Academic learning is gonna take some time -- eff grammar and double eff spellings, but the MEANINGS behind various words (that shift either due to accent or slang) would be something she excels. Or else I feel, because nosy people watcher over here lmao.

48. What are your oc’s nervous tics? Are they aware of them? Do they attempt to hide them?

Does stress baking count? When Kendis has long enough hair, Kendis fiddles with the ends or twirls a curl around her finger until circulation is a distant memory. When Kendis recently cuts their hair and they forget, they flail for a moment -- and either does (purposefuless) tuck behind the ear (a nice pointless double tuck) or just tussle their short hair. 

Kendis is a pen clicker as well. They also lick or bite down on their bottom lip.

The hair thing definitely and they try to hide it -- ESPECIALLY when they have short/shaved hair because it becomes all the more obvious, lmao. The other two, not so much -- everyone pin clicks and I don’t believe they realize the lip thing enough to try to hide it. As for the baking ... shut up and eat a muffin. 

80. What is your oc’s handwriting like? How easy to read is it? Can they write/read cursive?

Oh, man. I don’t know. I always pictured Kendis handwriting as slightly scrawly and slanted but also bubbly and bold. I think it’s FAIRLY easy to read, when they’re not rushing -- if they things can smush together. And yes they can read and write cursive, though they’ve fallen out of the habit of both (especially the reading). 

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Mana

So I've been wanting to make a post about this for some time now, and after seeing this post by @bringmechilifriez, I've decided to finally write it down.

I totally agree with the post above, and wanted to add my over 4 month old draft. .

So in " where the magic happens", Gwen explains to Charmcaster what Mana is.

On the wiki page it's stated as an error in the episode but,

I don't think Charmcaster actually knew what Mana really was. Like she knows the name, but to her it's magic.

If I remember correctly Gwen also had to explain to her what an anodite is ( could be wrong, it's been a while since I've properly seen the episode)

If you still don't believe me when I say charmcaster doesn't really know about mana, here me out.

In " in charms way", when Kevin says Gwen's made of Magic she questions it with an attitude, as though she couldn't believe it.

It's like she genuinely has no idea what anodites are, even though they both use the same energy source.

Which is pretty weird if you think about it.

Further going back to the classic series, yes I know the anodite theory didn't exist then buuuut if we headcanon some Canon, Gwen could utilise the staff at the age of 10 while hex said only a master magician could use it.

And if anything it was a shocking moment for him when she could.

I headcanon it was because she was an anodite so she already had the power to use the staff whereas someone like hex who isn't a true anodite needs years and years to master the weapon.

My point is, it's a little weird to me how hex and charmcaster don't know much about anodites but their whole lives revolve around mana.

Also if charmcaster knew about anodites, she would've guessed that draining Gwen's magic wouldn't really do anything to her. Maybe temporarily rid her of her mana, sure, but it would've eventually come back. Gwen's an anodite, like Kevin said she's made of Magic. If charmcaster really took away all the mana in Gwen, she'd be dead.

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Going off on @bringmechilifriez 's headcanon, i agree that anodites originated from ledgerdomain, but I headcanon not everyone inherited the spark.

Those who didn't use loopholes like spells and such to manipulate mana, create rock monsters and such whereas it just comes naturally to anodites.

I mean Verdona and Sunny just stood in place and snapped their fingers and things were happening. Charmcaster and hex cast spells, plus not once did they shed their skin for some sort of reveal.

Those who did inherit the spark , eventually left to live in a new place called anodyne. Why? Classism.

The " rich and powerful" chose to live away, the don't need to stay in ledgerdomain to be powerful, they already are.

Those who didn't remained back in ledgerdomain because their human bodies can't handle living in space.

Now why don't the people back in ledgerdomain not know about anodites? Could've been an erasure in history.

Maybe adwaiytta didn't want them to know about it, maybe they posed a threat to his rule so he decided to keep them away from anodites, less powerful beings for him to fight?

So over time , he either removed their memories about anodites or it had been so many centuries since they that people just naturally forgot or considered anodites a Myth.

Man hopefully this made sense, because I haven't proof read this post.

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Love spell

MINORS DNI (I know I can not stop you but if I find out, you will be blocked.) This is my first time writing a fan fiction on Tumblr, let's see how this goes !

Warnings: Degrading, face fucking, explicit description, oral male receiving, sexual acts using toys. (Let me know if I missed any)

As a young girl, you believed in finding your prince charming, he'd swoop in on his mighty steed and steal your heart. You'd be enamored by his wits and courage, and he your beauty and intelligence. "The one".

At the age of 17, a high school student obsessed with the idea of traditional love. You found him. Your one and only, but he was far from prince charming, he didn't ride a mighty steed nor own a castle, but he was yours and you love him. Your highschool sweetheart, you both have cried together, laughed together, experienced many emotions together. You, in many ways, were each other's firsts.

First break down, first date, first hand holding, first kiss, first lover, and after a year of dating, you were each others' first time.

You could still remember the night, you have both been planning this for months. On your one year anniversary, you would get a room for the night at a local love hotel, there would be soft music playing, dimmed lights, candles burning, and that's where and how he take your virginity and you his. Perfect.

It didn't go that way to say the least, being very inexperienced. The first time he tried to penetrate you, you pushed him off and hide under the blanket saying, "that's not going to fit", during foreplay you accidentally hit his head with your own, not to mention almost setting the room on fire with the lit candles. But after many laughs and giggles, you successfully lost your virginity to him and you couldn't be happier.

It was far from movie perfect but for both you and him it was everything and more.

Present day you are almost two years into your relationship and you both couldn't be happier. Draken treated you with the utmost respect and care, he always takes care of you, there's barely any arguments between the two of you. Everything is perfect. Kind of.

That's how you found yourself in the streets of Shibuya's red light district, near the brothel where your lover grew up in, so you think. You looked down at your phone.

"Shit!" You hit the side of your phone as it read "connection lost, rerouting", this had been the third time it has done this, you zoned out while trying to fix your phone so you can actually make it to your destination before it gets too late. You didn't hear the woman calling your name.

"Y/N!" You felt a hand gripping your shoulder, spinning you around to face them.

"Oh! Akai!" You exclaimed happily as you locked eyes with the person in front of you, a younger woman in a red silk dress, short blonde hair with long lashes.

"What are you doing out here? It's late. Shouldn't you be home by now?" She asked in a concerned tone looking you up and down. You wore an all black hoodie with baby yellow accents, along with black joggers.

"Oh, well, I'm was looking for you." You said bashfully with a slight giggle in your tone.

"Oh?" Akai questioned.

"Well, not you specifically but the hotel! You see, I got lost trying to find it and my stupid phone keeps rerouting me!" You complained, while pushing your phone in her face to show her your problem. She simply laughs, she locks arms with yours.

"Dont worry, big sister Akai will take you there, then you can explain why you're looking for us in the first place." Akai said with a wink.

A few minutes passed and you've arrived at the brothel, she brought you a drink and sat you down in her room with a couple of other girls, you all on the floor together, after short introductions and small talk Akai 'cut to the chase' as she likes to say. Chugging her bottle of beer, she looked at you with her slightly flushed face, along with the rest of the girls there.

"Spill the beans, whats going on? Trouble in paradise?" Akai smirked crawling her way towards you. You lifted your knees to your chest wondering if you should even be here, was this a stupid idea? You must've sat with your thoughts for a while, Akai looked at you with a bit of sadness in her eyes.

You could feel your face heating up with embarrassment, your heart was beating out of your chest. You figured this would be the best place to go to learn how to do it but what if they would make fun of you? What if they tell Draken? You really didn't think this through as well as you should have.

"Hey, whatever is going on.. You can tell us, we see you like our little sister ya' know?" She says with a smile, wrapping her arm around your shoulder to comfort you. Shes always been like this, ever since she walked in on you and Draken kissing, she's been the biggest help and supporter of your relationship. You couldn't ask for a better friend.

With a deep breath you decide tell them your issues, you were here anyways.

"Okay, so, I want to learn how to give oral." You said looking down at the ground fiddling your fingers, quite embarrassed about what you just said.

"Draken has, well, done it to me a couple of times and I wanted to return the favor. The thing is, everytime I try he rejects me. Telling me, 'i don't have to do things like that'. He's so considerate sometimes it pisses me off." You ranges to the girls as they listened with opening ears.

"I mean, what type of guy rejects a blow job? It's not like he has erectile dysfunction or his dick is small. I just don't get it." You were practically fuming at the memory of him pushing him off of you as you tried to suck him off.

"Maybe he's just shy?" One of the girl's offered her opinion.

"Oh no, this man is not shy! At all" You explained remembering some of the down right filthiest things he's muttered in your ears during your time together. "He's anything but that."

"Maybe he's scared you'll bite it." Akai said causing herself and others to snicker at her comment. You could only sigh.

"Would I be that bad my first time?" You muttered to yourself.

"Everybody is, it's a practice thing." Akai explained, she got up to grab herself another bottle of beer. "What you need, is practice." She smirked handing you the bottle.

"Yeah, but how? He won't let me." You said tilting your head at her statement, taking the bottle out her hand.

"Alright girlies, get out." Akai said while looking at the other women in the room with the two of you.

"Ehhh? Whyy? We wanna help too!" One of the girl exclaimed, getting multiple replies of other girls who agree.

"We don't wanna make Y/n feel any more embarrassed than she already does." Also sighed at the childish responses of her coworkers.

You were hiding your face in your phone at this point, it was honestly one of your worst ideas, but if it helped you with Draken it was worth it.

Small "awh man", "I wanted to hear more", and other complaints came out their mouths as they left the room one by one. You waves goodbye to the girls muttering a small thank you to them for listening.

"Alright!" Akai exclaimed while squatting down to reach under her bed, pulling out a box full of,

"Toys! The best practice you can get in such a small amount of time." She smirked pushing the box towards you. You could feel the blood rush to your face as you stared at the box filled with sex toys, you're far from innocent but there's still things you've never used or seen before, toys being one of them. Akai dug in the box full of excitement.

"I'll be your first!" She smirked, she pulled out multiple many toys just throwing them out the box without a care as to where they'll land. Finally, she pulled out an unopened box, "private fun" read the lable, it was all black with dark purple letters on it, it was a sleek box, very fancy to say the least.

"I haven't used this one yet, considering I never feel the need to. This'll be my first gift to you." She said tossing the box to you while looking for something else in her closet.

"Just what exactly is this?" You asked picking up the box to further examine it.

"A dildo! Duh." She said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world,

"Oh! And this!" She threw a small bottle towards you, "Love spell" a small pink bottle that could be mistaken for a 5-hour energy drink.

"Draken won't be back home for a while, which means, we have around" She looked at the clock hanging on her wall, "an hour and thirty minutes. Which is just enough time!"

"Wait wait wait!" You looked at her with complete confusion, "I have no idea what's going on! Why do I need all of this?" You looked at your hand and the items that are now in your possession, "Love spell", a dildo, and beer.

"Welllllll," Akai said drawing out the word, "You need practice, not like you can fuck a rando before Draken gets back, you also need liquid courage and a secret weapon!" She explained. "Now we don't have much time, chug both the beer and our secret weapon." She winked at you.

You're really starting to reject your decision, but there's no backing out now. You opened the bottle of whatever was in the pink container and chugged it down, quickly opening the beer to help with the bitter taste of the first liquid. It could show on your face the level of disgust you had for drinking this, you could never understand how Draken drank beer all the time, and whatever the hell this 'love spell' is taste disgusting. It was bitter and tangy, it even overpowered the beer.

Akai worked on opening the package to the dildo, while you were dealing with the taste of the liquids you just drank. She looked at you with menacing eyes and a devious smile that sent shivers down your spine.

She stood up and squatted in front of you holding that item in her hand as if it was nothing. Your eyes widened at the sight of it, it was big, yet flimsy. It was a pretty light blue color for such a naughty item.

"Take it." She handed you the dildo, "grip it with both hands." And so you did it. Following her every command.

"N-Now what?" You questioned feeling slight tipsy from the bottle of beer you just chugged, your face flushed from either holding a dildo or the beer, you couldn't tell, but it made this whole situation a lot worse for your lower region.

"Open." Akai tapped the bottom of your chin telling you to open your mouth, and so you did with the most innocent look in your eyes.

"Slowly bring it to your mouth, you want to tease him, lick the tip." You stuck your tongue out making small swirls onto the tip of the fake cock, "Alright, now slowly take it in, don't force anything." You opened your mouth wider to take in the inches of the cock, bringing it to the back of your throat causing you to choke and gag as it hit it. You quickly pulled the fake dick out and began to cough.

"I told you slowly. Let's try again." She squished your face with a hand pulling it up, the other held onto the dildo. "Open." She said again and you did. She guided the dildo into your mouth, slowly moving it in and out, barley reaching the back of your throat. "Breathe through your nose, don't panic." She said as she began to pick up the pace. Rapidly moving the dildo in and out. "Use your tongue at the bottom of it, stick it out." She commanded. Spit began to drip from the side of your mouth onto the floor, you felt as if you were losing yourself. Tears welled in your eyes as you swallowed down the dildo. It wasnt even real, it wasn't even Draken's but for some reason it made your head pound and your pussy twitch with excitement. If this feels as good as it does, you couldn't help but wonder how Draken's would feel, how it would feel against the back of your throat.

Akai picked up on the pace making the dildo hit the back of your throat causing you to convulse onto the dildo, you close an eye and winces as it attacked your throat.

"Try it yourself." She said letting go, letting you have full control. You started slow, pushing the dildo in and out your mouth as she did, trying to follow her lead. You tried to take more of it, you shoved the dildo deep into your throat, forcing all the inches into your mouth, you could feel it bulge through your throat as held it in place forcing you to choke on it. You felt your warm tears drip down your face, you weren't letting up. You wanted to feel it down your throat, the warm, the tightness, you wanted to feel Draken. You finally pulled it out, watching as the inches slipped out of your mouth.

"Guess what bottle really did wonders!" Akai giggled. "Deepthroating huh? You're basically a pro." You looked at her with a stained face, drool down the side of your mouth, and glassy eyes. You finally felt the embarrassment hit you, you covered your face dropping the dildo onto the ground making incoherent noises.

"I think you're ready." She smirked patting your head watching you in distress.

"I am?" You questioned, it was that easy?

"Yep! Actually, take this." She tossed you one last thing before telling you to go wait in his room. As you walked to his room you felt your head ring, the only thing you could hear was the needy throbbing of your inner walls. You couldn't wait for Draken to get back, just what did Akai give you? You had no time to be embarrassed about what you just did in the other room, you just wanted him. All of him.

You found yourself in his barley lit room, sitting on his bed. It was him, his scent, you could feel him around you even if he wasn't physically present. Your inner walls clenched at the thought of your boyfriend. You changed out of your clothes and into what Akai gave you, it was a sleek princess pink teddy with a deep V neck to perfectly show off your breasts. There were straps in the back that cupped your ass making it look juicier than before. There was a deep slit in the middle of the dress, a small move and not only would your stomach be revealed but your pussy would be as well. You made your way over to his bed to wait, you sat down and got engulfed in his smell. It was painful to just wait, the way your panties got wetter by the second, you decided to lay down but it only got worse. Minutes passed by but it felt like hours, you wanted to call him and tell him to hurry but you already showed up unannounced. You didn't want to pester him anymore, so you waited. You don't know when but you found your walls squeezing your fingers tightly as you moved them in and out. Moans and a wet sound filled the room as you toyed with yourself. Your face was in his pillow breathing him in as your other hand was toying with your breasts, pinching, squeezing, and pulling your nipples. It felt good but not good enough, it couldn't bring you to that high that Draken could. You found yourself calling him out, chanting his him like a mantra underneath your moans. You didn't even notice when he came in the room.

"Y/N?" Draken called out as he closed the door. The look on his face was priceless, his gaping mouth and widened eyes as he looked at the sight of you being so desperate for him calling out his name with fingers inside your cunt.

"D-Draken, m'sorry, couldnt wait. Need you." You whined. Pushing your fingers deeper making your back arch. At this point, he was stunned. The shy girl who never seeked anything sexual, the same girl who blushes when they held hands even after being together all the time. That girl was fingering herself on his bed begging for his cock. It was an instant turn on.

"S'all your fault!" You cried out with tears in your eyes, you got up and looked him in the eyes. "All cause you won't let me touch you..." You pouted.

"Ha? What are you talking about?" Draken questioned you. You weren't paying attention to him, you crawled from the bed stepping on the cold floor with your bare feet. You got on your hands and knees in front of Draken, looking at him with the utmost admiration, but behind those eyes was a look of neediness.

"W-What are you doing?" He watched as you played with his belt buckle, you locked eyes with him once more,

"Can't I?" You asked, kissing the bulge through his pants, "Want you, wanna feel you in my throat." You pulled his pants down revealing his boxers, you rubbed your hand feeling the hardness through the fabric, placing small kisses on it while you you waited for a go, a sign, anything.

"Shit Y/n, who knew you could be so slutty hm?" Draken smirked, "Go ahead." You beamed a smile at him as you pulled his boxers down revealing his harden cock. This is the first time you've seen it up close, it's pretty. It almost looks angry with how flushed it is on the top.

You began to kiss his freed cock, starting from the shaft up, remembering what Akai taught you. Tease him. Littering his cock with kisses, you reached the tip, you began to leave small kitten licks, swirling your tongue on around the tip, prodding the tip of your tongue into the small hole on his cock.

"Shit," Draken muttered under his breath, his voice sounds as if it's gotten deeper. You look up at him to see his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes completely focused on you. "Stop with the teasing." He demanded.

"Don't wanna." You continued to look at him, staring into his gorgeous orbs, "s'punishment for not letting me do this early" You smirked against his dick, bringing one of your hands up to slowly move your hand up and down his shaft. You watched as his breath started to break, his tough exterior was crumbling and it was all because of you, but it wasn't enough, you want to keep going. You have a show to put on.

You open your mouth sucking on just the tip of his cock, bobbing your head slowly with swirling his tip in your mouth.

"Y/N, fuck." He places his hand behind your head as his breath began to get more rapid and broken apart. "Come on, take some more." He was practically begging at this point. So slowly but surely, you widened your mouth, stuck your tongue out, and pushed your head further down to his cock. As much as you could take, the remainder you began to jerk with your hand. Bobbing your head on the inches you could take up and down with jerking him off. Listening to his soft grunts and groans. He was big, you knew this but it's different with it's in your throat, you can see it, your mouth felt full and you didn't even completely take it in. You kept going on this pace, proud of yourself for breaking Draken's tough exterior.

"Going to damn slow." He gripped the back of your head forcing his cock down your throat, you gag at this sudden action. He uses your mouth like a rag doll, forcing his cock in and out your mouth and a hellish pace without stopping, bobbing your head up and down. It hurts, taking all of him.

"Wanna be a dirty slut, gonna treat you like one." He said while gripping your hair harder as he pulled you off his cock, "spit on it." He said, and you did, you spat on the shaft of his cock and opened your mouth again for him to assault your throat.

"So eager to take this dick hm? Couldn't even wait for me to get home, had to play with yourself while I was gone? Who knew my pretty girl was such a dirty slut." He chuckled, under his breath as he continues to use you however he pleased. You placed your hands on either side of his thigh to try and control the pace but it was futile, he was much stronger than you, all you could do was hold yourself up and try not to vomit. Drool dripped down the side of your mouth as he thrusted his cock down your throat.

"Taking all this dick, good girl." He praised you as he held your head against his pelvis forcing his dick down your throat, he looked smug as he saw the outline of his cock through the flesh of your throat, you slapped his thigh to try and get him to let go of you, needing air. The feeling of you shaking on his cock trying to push away to get air was a sight to behold for him, he wanted to bury his cock in your throat forever, never taking it out. He watched as tears dripped down your face, your hair was mess, face stained with tears, drool dripping out the corners of your mouth. You gagging on his cock, digging your nails into his thigh.

Draken finally let go, you gasps for air you so desperately needed.

"Open up." He says pushing your head back, "Stick that slutty tongue of yours out. Gonna cum in your mouth."

You put your hands on your knees, sitting up higher to put the tip of his cock in your mouth as he jerked it. His eyes glared at you, you listened to his grunts like a melody. You never seen him like this, during sex he was very calm and collected, gentle. Never used harsh words, this was different though. For some reason, being used like his cocksleeve had you dripping.

"Gonna cum, Y/n, take it all, don't spill a single drop." His warm cum spurted onto your tongue, he wiped his tip clean on your tongue "that's it, good girl, now swallow it." You closed your mouth and with a single gulp you downed his cum without a second thought.

"Tastes weird..." Wiping the drool from your mouth with the back of your hand. Draken lifts you up by your arm and tosses you on the bed.

"Had to go and get me riled up..." He said while taking his shirt off, "gonna fill you up real nice." He pushed his lips against yours hungrily devouring your mouth, tasting a mixture of both liquor and his own cum, his mouth explored your own in a heated make out session, his hand traveled down past your panties and onto your bare cunt, a finger pushed pass your slit making it's way in. You moaned into the kiss, giving Draken more access to your mouth, swirling his tongue with your own.

You pulled away from the kiss to let out a soft moan as his finger toys with you, he puts another one in causing you to arch your back. His other hand rubs soft circles on your clit, he claims your mouth with another hungry kiss as if this will be the last time he felt your lips against his own.

"So needy, barely did anything to you." You moaned against his lips as he brought you to a high.

"D-Draken!" You moaned out.

"Fuck, trying to amputate my fingers? Loosen up. " He grumbles, his lips go down to your neck, sucking and biting against your fleshing leaving bruises everywhere his mouth touches. You wrap your arms around his neck pulling him in closer, as you begin to grind your hips against his fingers as they work their way in and out of you and the others against your clit.

"Gonna cum on my fingers?" He questions in your ear while biting your ear lobe.

"Gonna cum on em!" You reply, moving your hips faster, you begin to convulse as he brings you to your well deserved orgasm.

"You're gonna do that all on my cock." He muttered against your neck as he works his way down to your tits. He puts his fingers in your mouth muffling your moans as he begins to suck on your now perky nipples. He pushes his fingers in and out your mouth forcing you to taste your own juices, the same fingers that were just in you, that brought you to your orgasm.

After assaulting your mouth with his fingers he reaches over to the side his of bed to grab a condom.

"Put it on for me." Still high on your orgasm you slowly reach your hand up to take the condom out of his own, that's when he pushes your head own to his cock. He rips the packaging placing just the tip of his cock into the condom.

"Use that pretty mouth of yours." He smirks as he watches you take all of his dick into your mouth, pushing the condom down in the process. "Make sure to get it all the way on, wouldn't want any cum to spill out hm?" He says as he caresses your head.

"Such a good girl." He praises you as you bring your head up, "Gonna make you feel real good okay?" He kisses your forehead as he leans you down into the mattress. He slaps your pussy a couple of times with his cock, prodding the tip at the entrance, pushing his tip every so softly in and out, barley giving you anything to work with.

"Stop with the teasing Draken." You whined, locking your legs around his waist, trying to push his cock further into you. He clicks his tongue at your actions, pulling himself completely out before lifting one of your legs and putting it on his shoulder.

"I don't remember you being in control here." He guffed out. He rammed his cock into you without warning causing you to gasp, your eyes wide and mouth agape. "That's more like it." He smirks at your appearance.

He begins to thrust in and out of your tight pussy, watching you unravel on his cock. One hand holding your leg on his shoulder and the other turning your head to face him.

"This what you wanted right?" He honeyed out, this voice being quite sweet unlike his thrusts, the way his cock pulled out of you only to slam right back in. Sounds of skin against skin filled the room, along with your sweet mouths chanting his name like once before.

He pried your mouth open with his fingers bringing his face closer only to spit in your mouth, "Good little whore" he mutters against your ear. His thrusts never stopped, not once, he keeps going until he brings you to an orgasm.

He could feel your body going limp, but he wasn't done yet. He flipped lifted your body, he was now on his knees and you on his lap, your hands tangled in his hair while being wrapped around his neck, his mouth devouring your nipple, he slams his cock into you while being in this new position. His hands on either side of your waist slamming your body onto his own matching the rythm of his thrusts. He bites down on your nipple, you pull his hair as payback, you finally meet eyes. His hair all disheveled and out of his normal braid, his eyes slanted, full of hunger, he looked like a animal eyeing his prey, and you looked extremely delicious right now. He captures your lips in a heated kiss as his grip tightens on your waist, you grind against his cock as you moan into the kiss. You suck on his tongue and he does yours, you bite his lower lip slightly tugging on it.

"God Y/n, who knew you were so cock hungry. Wouldn't have been going so easy on you of I knew you could take it." He chuckles as he lays your body back down onto the mattress and begins pounding your body against his locking his lips with yours again.

"You're sucking me in like crazy." His voice is rough and out of breath. Your walls only tightening around him while hearing his voice, his hand goes back down to your clit rubbing it aggressively.

"Fuck, I'm close, fuck fuck fuck." He announces, muttering an array of curse words as he feels himself getting closer to his climax. "Cum with me, cum on my cock one last time." He picks up the pace with his thrust and the attack on your poor nub, you were nothing more than a moaning drooling mess at this point subject to Draken's aggressiveness, your body shakes and your back arches for the last time as you release your juices onto Draken's cock coming to your final high, he thrusts one last time before he releases in the condom.

He pulls out taking off the condom and throwing it in the nearby bin, he watches as you slowly drift to sleep but not before saying, "I love you."

"Mhm, I love you too, my little vixen." He kisses your forehead before he lays next to you and drifts to sleep.

Sorry if this wasn't the best, it was my first time writing for Draken. He's kind of a difficult character, I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless!

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Written In The Stars CCI (Harry Potter xF!Oc)

A/N: This is the last week i'm posting Mel i'm not ready 😭 also been waiting to use the main title for a chapter and now that I did it I feel complete uwu -Danny

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Chapter Thirty-Five: Written in the Stars.

Mel wondered if she'd died at some point without noticing.

Harry was right in front of her, alive. Around her people gasped, cheered, and roared with joy.

"Harry!"

"HE'S ALIVE!"

"I don't want anyone else to try to help," Harry spoke, his eyes settled on hers. "It's got to be like this. It's got to be me."

She didn't speak against it, her heart was pounding and her only coherent thought was Harry's name. Mel lowered her wand, she slowly stepped away.

"Potter doesn't mean that," Voldemort hissed, it seemed that Mel's silent obedience had worried him. "That isn't how he works, is it? Who are you going to use as a shield today, Potter?"

"Nobody. There are no more Horcruxes. It's just you and me. Neither can live while the other survives, and one of us is about to leave for good..."

"One of us? You think it will be you, do you, the boy who has survived by accident, and because Dumbledore was pulling the strings?"

"Accident, was it, when my mother died to save me? Accident, when I decided to fight in that graveyard? Accident, that I didn't defend myself tonight, and still survived, and returned to fight again?"

"Accidents!" Voldemort and Harry started walking in a perfect circle that no one dared to break. "Accident and chance and the fact that you crouched and sniveled behind the skirts of greater men and women, and permitted me to kill them for you!"

"You won't be killing anyone else tonight. You won't be able to kill any of them ever again. Don't you get it? I was ready to die to stop you from hurting these people—"

"But you did not!"

"—I meant to, and that's what it did. I've done what my mother did. They're protected from you. Haven't you noticed how none of the spells you put on them are binding? You can't torture them. You can't touch them. You don't learn from your mistakes, Riddle, do you?"

"You dare—"

"Yes, I dare," Harry's voice was calm and collected. She didn't need a connection to his emotions to know that he'd gotten to the same conclusion as her: Voldemort was doomed. "I know things you don't know, Tom Riddle. I know lots of important things that you don't. Want to hear some, before you make another big mistake?"

"Is it love again?" Voldemort mocked. "Dumbledore's favorite solution, love, which he claimed conquered death, though love did not stop him falling from the tower and breaking like an old waxwork? Love, which did not prevent me stamping out your Mudblood mother like a cockroach, Potter—and nobody seems to love you enough to run forward this time and take my curse. So what will stop you from dying now when I strike?"

"Just one thing..."

"If it is not love that will save you this time, you must believe that you have magic that I do not, or else a weapon more powerful than mine?"

"I believe both."

Voldemort let out a laugh, it wasn't a pleasant sound, sharp and dry, and clearly unused.

"You think you know more magic than I do? Than I, than Lord Voldemort, who has performed magic that Dumbledore himself never dreamed of?"

"Oh, he dreamed of it, but he knew more than you, knew enough not to do what you've done."

"You mean he was weak! Too weak to dare, too weak to take what might have been his, what will be mine!"

"No, he was cleverer than you, a better wizard, a better man."

Someone moved behind her, she raised an arm and kept them in place.

"Don't," She whispered. "He can do it."

"He's distracted!" Aberforth urged her.

"It's meant to be Harry," Mel scowled.

"It's written in the stars, I assume?" Erick stood next to her, covered in sweat and dust, but with no scratches on him.

The girl smiled. "Exactly."

"...Dumbledore is dead! " Voldemort shouted. "His body decays in the marble tomb in the grounds of this castle. I have seen it, Potter, and he will not return!"

"Yes, Dumbledore's dead, but you didn't have him killed. He chose his own manner of dying, chose it months before he died, arranged the whole thing with the man you thought was your servant."

"What childish dream is this—?"

"Severus Snape wasn't yours, Snape was Dumbledore's. Dumbledore's from the moment you started hunting down my mother. And you never realized it, because of the thing you can't understand. You never saw Snape cast a Patronus, did you, Riddle?"

"He should try and be faster though," Mel admitted quietly.

Although she wasn't angry, Harry was alive, she had the feeling she wasn't going to be angry at anything ever again.

"Snape's Patronus was a doe," The boy continued, "the same as my mother's, because he loved her for nearly all of his life, from the time when they were children. You should have realized— he asked you to spare her life, didn't he?"

"He desired her, that was all," Voldemort spat. "But when she had gone, he agreed that there were other women, and of purer blood, worthier of him—"

"Of course he told you that, but he was Dumbledore's spy from the moment you threatened her, and he's been working against you ever since! Dumbledore was already dying when Snape finished him!"

"It matters not! It matters not whether Snape was mine or Dumbledore's, or what petty obstacles they tried to put in my path! I crushed them as I crushed your mother, Snape's supposed great love! Oh, but it all makes sense, Potter, and in ways that you do not understand! Dumbledore was trying to keep the Elder Wand from me! He intended that Snape should be the true master of the wand! But I got there ahead of you, little boy— I reached the wand before you could get your hands on it, I understood the truth before you caught up, I killed Severus Snape three hours ago, and the Elder Wand, the Deathstick, the Wand of Destiny is truly mine! Dumbledore's last plan went wrong, Harry Potter!"

"Yeah, it did... You're right. But before you try to kill me, I'd advise you to think about what you've done... Think, and try for some remorse, Riddle..."

"What is this?" Voldemort sneered in disgust.

"It's your one last chance, it's all you've got left... I've seen what you'll be otherwise... Be a man... try... Try for some remorse..."

"You dare—?" said Voldemort again.

"Yes, I dare," Harry repeated impatiently, "because Dumbledore's last plan hasn't backfired on me at all. It's backfired on you, Riddle."

Voldemort's hand started to shake, Erick shook his head and added in a whisper.

"There's no way he'll regret what he's done. He's a monster."

"Harry knows that," Mel muttered, "just give him time..."

"That wand still isn't working properly for you because you murdered the wrong person. Severus Snape was never the true master of the Elder Wand. He never defeated Dumbledore."

"He killed—"

"Aren't you listening? Snape never beat Dumbledore! Dumbledore's death was planned between them! Dumbledore intended to die undefeated, the wand's last true master! If all had gone as planned, the wand's power would have died with him, because it had never been won from him!"

"But then, Potter, Dumbledore as good as gave me the wand! I stole the wand from its last master's tomb! I removed it against its last master's wishes! It's power is mine!"

"You still don't get it, Riddle, do you? Possessing the wand isn't enough! Holding it, using it, doesn't make it really yours. Didn't you listen to Ollivander? The wand chooses the wizard... The Elder Wand recognized a new master before Dumbledore died, someone who never even laid a hand on it. The new master removed the wand from Dumbledore against his will, never realizing exactly what he had done, or that the world's most dangerous wand had given him its allegiance... The true master of the Elder Wand was Draco Malfoy."

"Where is he, by the way?" Mel tilted her head slightly. "Haven't seen him in a while... is he..?"

"Daphne locked him in a broom closet after Lucas died," Erick retorted. "He didn't fight against it, I think he was happy to be put away."

"...it makes no difference to you and me. You no longer have the phoenix wand: We duel on skill alone... and after I have killed you, I can attend to Draco Malfoy..."

"But you're too late. You've missed your chance. I got there first. I overpowered Draco weeks ago. I took this wand from him," Harry waved the object he was holding. "So it all comes down to this, doesn't it? Does the wand in your hand know its last master was Disarmed? Because if it does... I am the true master of the Elder Wand."

"Master of Death," Mel made a face. "Bloody Dumbledore was right."

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Expelliarmus! "

It happened faster than she would've expected, red and green mixed together and Voldemort's wand shot out of reach, it went out in the open, and all Harry had to do was lift his hand and catch it.

Voldemort's body fell unceremoniously, nothing but a broken shell. The boy stared down at the corpse, for a second the whole world held its breath.

The sun poured its light over the Great Hall, the night was over, and so was the war.

"He's done it," Aberforth breathed.

Screams of joy erupted all at once, Erick wrapped his arms around her and hugged her silently yet fiercely. Emily, Remus and Tonks found their way towards them, they all squeezed together, Aberforth joined and no one tried to push him away.

She saw movement at the entrance of the room, Death Eaters were running out. She would not have that.

Mel pushed her way out and ran after them, Erick and Daphne joined her, they caught the Lestrange men, Gibbon and Yaxley. Others had followed her out and ran after the ones she could not catch, a hand closed around her wrist.

"You haven't slept in a full day," Erick told her. "Go back to the Great Hall."

"But—"

"You just survived a war," A smile adorned his face as he said it. "It's alright, Mel."

She blinked, letting him and Daphne walk her back to the castle.

"DRACO!" Narcissa Malfoy was shouting desperately. "I can't find my son!"

"I know where he is," Erick replied out loud, he looked at the girls next to him. "I'll take care of it, you two go back."

He moved away, and Mel let him. She couldn't believe he'd survived, that they'd all survived.

"There are loads of things to do," Daphne told her as she gently pushed her forward. "We need to start looking for the muggle-borns that we've hidden around the world, it'll take us a while, we'll have to look for the Death Eaters that escaped..."

"I can't thank you enough," Mel held her hand tightly. "You saved so many lives... you didn't have to."

"I had to," Daphne's eyes softened. "I have a younger sibling too, you know?"

"LADY!"

The twins ran into her at the entrance, they hugged her so tightly Mel couldn't breathe.

"You were amazing out there!"

"And Neville! Poor bloke's been so smothered with attention he doesn't know what to do!"

"You two," Mel grabbed their faces in turn and kissed them on each cheek. "Such a pair of skilled, clever wizards... Your products saved loads of people last night—"

"You saved loads of people last night!" Fred retorted.

"Mel! Mel!" Ginny crashed against her, she wrapped her arms around the girl. "We did it! We won!"

Mel was torn between joy and concern. Was the war over? Was she free to do and live as she pleased? She had to make sure, there was no room for mistakes—

The crowd moved and Emily Sultens was finally able to find her daughter. She let out a short sob as she threw her arms around Ginny and her.

"I'm so proud of you!" Emily cried. "So proud! We can go home, it's over!"

"It's over?" She asked in a soft, startled voice.

There were too many people around her, it was loud, so loud it was almost deafening, but all the faces were full of joy. Everyone was thankful, excited, relieved. Some of them were still mourning, all of them were tired.

"Home," She said, the words were suddenly gaining sense to her. What was she doing standing there, when there was someone she needed to see? "Harry."

She moved away, rushing through the groups of people huddling together.

"Harry!" Mel called. "HARRY!"

For a second there was no reply, then she caught it. She could barely hear him above the others, but it was there.

"Mel!"

The girl walked forward, elbowing people on accident, none of them cared.

"HARRY!"

"MEL!"

The crowd started to move out of her way, she ran faster. The last group of people broke apart and there he stood. The sight shocked her more than when he'd pushed her out of Voldemort's reach. They've been right all along. On every theory, every decision, they'd been right.

The people around them waited to see what they would do—Harry was the first to snap out of his shock, he took three large steps and suddenly she had her face buried on his shoulder.

"It's over," He said.

They held each other tightly, the hollow in her chest since they'd broken the connection was now gone, they were back together, all was well.

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Wiz:

- does your wizard travel alone or with a group?

- what kind of wand do they have? what does it say about their fighting styles?

- what is one song you associate with your wizard?

Pirate:

- have they trained into any other classes? why?

- how does the death of their parents tie into their personality?

- would they ever trade the life of a pirate for something else?

Both:

- have any of your pirates and wizards met each other?

(Returning the favor lol <3)

hii!! im going 2 answer for all my wizards :'D

- does your wizard travel alone or with a group?

kieran: yes, always! he's quite the support, in more than just school configuration. emotional support, blade support, etc. he prefers to be the rubber duckie to people's "exploding monsters" problem.

keller: alone, mostly. he can handle it himself. whenever he gets grouped up with people, something ends up going wrong. call it bad luck, or being stubborn as all hell. 🤷‍♂️. hes a solo king

sestiva: lone wolf foreva..... its not that she hates groups is that she thinks doing stuff alone is cooler... also she likes being able to think by herself!

delaney: shes tried both, and she's good at both! she prefers groups, just a bit, because they allow her to be lazy. (yeah, sure, ill hop on your mount and mindlessly kill whenever ever u say, hee hee). also, unlike keller, she's way better socially, so.

kestrel: she prefers group. its hard out here for a solo life wizard :(. also, she gets lonely. no matter how she gripes about being a field medic to dummies, she still gets sad whenever she has to go it alone.

carlos: prefers group, but the dice falls mostly towards him going solo. empryea was like crack the way he was almost always in a group. buddies keep him sane ❤

- what kind of wand do they have? what does it say about their fighting styles?

kieran: his go-to's are floating books or grimoires! in a pinch, though, he won't say no to a regular old staff. books are easiest, though -- reading a passage out that he's designated to summon the creature or item he wishes, letting the energy gather in his hands touching the page, in his head and throat, before casting through even recitation is SO og dnd wizard. he writes so much more down in his spell wand than spells, too -- the only way it still functions as a wand is because of how neat he is about it, LMAO

keller: he hasn't settled into a favorite type of wand yet. so far, if it's creepy, he'll use it.

kestrel: her go-to wand is a hand-me-down from carlos -- a shimmering bow. carlos never took to the precision and power needed to just cast, and seemed to fizzle much more often on it. but kestrel finds bow casting easy! and a great work-out. although, the biggest motivation for her, guiltily enough, is not in finding the best focus, but in the fact that the bow is so pretty....

carlos: he's been using basically the same wand for years! he gets attached easy to stuff like wands and gear. its a little ukelele/guitar thing! it essentially just makes spell casting really easy for him. for a couple of years, he didn't know chords or anything musical: he just knew that strumming the guitar, feeling it in his hands, and responding emotionally accordingly to what he heard created the spell he needed to cast. but nowadays, all grown up and a bit more buckled down, he puts more thought into how he casts, and he actually knows how to play! so he could technically wonderwall your ass back to hell if he so decided, heh

sestiva + delaney also haven't settled on types -- delaney loves sharp or martial weapons a lot, though, while sestiva likes much more artifact-like or less-weapon-y weapons.

the last question has already been answered for carlos! and i have no answers for everybody else yet.

for pirate:

- how does the death of their parents tie into their personality?

wehhhh, well, beau would never admit it, but the event affected basically everything. its the whole reason why their ideal career is now pit fighter -- why beau became a pirate in the first place. not necessarily in imitation of them, but as a consequence of their death. it made them materialistic and overly attached to things like their first, antique rifle (from their dad), and made them more happy go lucky, if only to avoid having to face the whole business internally ever again.

- would they ever trade the life of a pirate for something else?

maybe being a renowned dueler or pit fighter! anything that has to do with scrapping and being super famous for it....

- have they trained into any other classes? why?

nope! not yet.

and to the last question: nope! itd give beau a straight heart attack if yes, though. :( magic freaks.

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If You Please

Chapter eleven

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 3560

This is technically a reader insert but without the (y/n) and all that. She also has no name mentioned so feel free to imagine as you please.

Follow the reader through the events of the Captain America movies and experience her love for Bucky Barnes.

Warnings: none

Note: Honestly, this chapter reads a little weird to me but my friend who helps me edit said it was fine. IDK going from the 40s to 2012 is weird when trying to write.

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Seven months had gone by since Steve and I had been unfrozen. This new world I suddenly woke up in was exhausting. Everything had changed from the simplest thing like manners to complicated things like technology.

Days after waking up, we had been sent to a place called “The Retreat” so we could catch up on the seventy years we had missed out on. There was so much that we took to writing everything down in small notebooks, so we could remember.

I caught onto using the new technology quicker than Steve since I had worked with Howard Stark for several years. Being able to adapt to strange and new tech on the fly was a requirement when working with him.

After those few weeks there, we were both moved into two separate government apartments located in New York. I wish I could say that it got easier with time, but it didn’t. Instead of going to hang out with Steve or actually trying to make acquaintances with anyone, I just stayed in my room, locked away from everything. Coping with being in the future was the easy part, learning to live without everyone I ever knew was hard.

I hadn't known peaceful sleep in a long time. Every time I closed my eyes I am met with nightmares. The softness of the mattress had made it feel like I would fall through at any moment, back into the ice. To try and combat this I pushed my bed into the far corner of the room and made a cot directly under the frame. It felt safer to lay on the hard floor in the dark. The nightmares still came through, sometimes they were battles, sometimes they were of the plane crashing, but most of the time they were about losing Bucky. Every time I woke up in a cold sweat and never went back to bed. I just stared unblinking at the metal that made the bed frame.

One night after a particularly taxing dream I decided to take a walk. It was three in the morning, so I wouldn't have to deal with a lot of people. I changed out of my pajamas into some of the clothes I had been provided. The clothes of the future were tighter than in the forties. It had taken me a while to get used to the feeling of fabric clinging to my legs and upper body. The outside world was quiet except for the occasional car passing by. I kept my eyes to the ground, not really caring where I ended up. I only looked up when I was almost run over by another late-night walker. Peering from left to right, my eyes fixed on an old faded sign hanging above me. The letters were just barely readable and said in large letters ‘Boxing gym’. With another survey of the area, I realized where I was. This was the gym that Bucky used to take Steve when teaching him self-defense. I had tagged along a couple of times before I had joined the SSR, I was surprised it was still here. I smiled weakly and turned to the door. The light inside was on, it couldn’t hurt to see if they were open. The door creaked open and I slipped in quietly. The sound of someone working out came down the long brick hallway. Hesitantly I made my way to the open doors that led to the sparring room.

Stopping just past the threshold, to my surprise, I spotted Steve, who was busy punching the life out of a punching bag. I walked through the small office and around the boxing rings before I stopped again and leaned against one of the columns a few feet away from where Steve stood. I watched him for a while before he landed a hard punch on the bag and it flew off into the distance. I started clapping slowly and he turned around in shock.

“Good job, you broke the bag, but you do know you’re gonna have to pay for that right?”

“Hey kid, I haven’t seen you in a while. I came by your apartment but you didn’t answer.”

“I know Stevie, I just haven't felt up to company since we got back to New York. I hope you can forgive me.” He looked at me with sad eyes and took three long steps in my direction. His arms came out to engulf me in a hug.

“It’s okay, I understand. Promise you’ll tell me if something's wrong, okay?” I nodded into his chest and he squeezed me tighter.

“I couldn't sleep, I guess you couldn't either.”

“No, too many thoughts.” He let go of me and went to get two more punching bags. He hung them up a few feet away from one another before turning to me and asking if I wanted to join. Pretty soon we were both laughing together if it felt almost like we were back home before everything happened. That was until the same dark-skinned man from that day seven months ago showed up. I later learned he was Nick Fury, director of SHIELD.

“I’m glad to find you both here.” He stated.

“Are you here with a mission, Sir?” Steve asked.

“I am.”

“Is this to try and get us back out in the world?” I asked.

“No, I'm trying to save it.” he thrust out an open manila folder. I grabbed it slowly and brought it to where Steve and I could both look at it. The blue cube that had evaporated Johann Schmidt was in the photograph pinned to the first page. In large bold letters beside the pictures spelled out TESSERACT. We slowly walked to a nearby bench and sat down.

“That's HYDRA’s secret weapon. I thought it fell into the ocean that day,” I whispered.

“Howard fished it out of the water when they went looking for you both. He thought what we think, that this cube could be an unlimited sustainable energy source.” Fury informed us.

“Who took it from you?” Steve questioned.

“He’s called Loki, he’s not from around here. We have a lot we're gonna need to catch you both up on if you agree to help. This world has gotten stranger than you already know.”

“I doubt anything could surprise us anymore, right Stevie?”

“Yeah,” he agreed.

“Ten bucks says you’re both wrong.” Fury bet. We both got up from our seats and handed the file back. Steve went and grabbed another bag from the floor and I just headed straight for the door.

“There are debriefing packets at your apartments, read through them and get back to me by tomorrow afternoon. And before you leave, is there anything we should know about the tesseract?”

“You should have left it in the ocean.” Steve and I said at once before walking out of the gym. Once we were outside on the sidewalk we hugged and said our goodbyes for the moment and then went our separate ways.

The walk home felt longer than the walk to the gym, but this gave me time to think about what I wanted to do. Whether I wanted to go on this mission, or if I just wanted to lay low and live my life. By the time I walked through my front door I had almost made my decision, but I was waiting to read the file before I decided for good. With a quick look through the minimal information provided I sighed and threw the papers down onto my kitchen counter. Shaking my head I murmured to myself.

“No, I am not doing this. This cube is not worth it.” Rubbing my eyes I went back to my room and crawled under the bed, not caring that I was still in jeans and a t-shirt. I was not going to walk blindly into anything dealing with that cube again. I lost my fiance and everyone I have ever known because of that stupid blue thing, I'm not going to go anywhere near it again. I laid there quietly for a while before I eventually drifted off into a restless sleep.

The next morning I woke up with a start, almost hitting my head on the bed above me. Furious honking made its way from the street into my room. One thing I definitely missed from the past was how quiet it once was at seven a.m.

Along with the decision to not join the mission, I had also made up my mind about leaving New York. This had been a long decision in the making and the talk with Fury last night was enough to make the choice for me. I couldn't live in this city anymore. The places I used to hang out at were still here, but they had been renovated so many times that they were unrecognizable. Everywhere I turned It was like I was walking through a strange alternate reality. I saw glimpses of the past, like ghosts around every corner, it was worse when it was a place Bucky and I frequented.

When I had gotten back from the Retreat I made the mistake of going to mine and Steve’s old apartment. It had been torn down to construct a bookstore, along with several other retail shops. I broke down in the street when I saw it, waves upon waves of emotions crashed into me. All the memories I had there with Steve, mom, and Bucky had no place to live now other than in my mind. The next mistake I made was to go down the next few blocks to Bucky’s apartment he shared with his mom and sister, Rebecca. It was no longer there either, a bakery stood in its place. I turned and left before the onslaught of tears came. After that day I thought it would be best to go somewhere else, somewhere I had no memories.

I crawled out from under the bed and slowly moved to the bathroom to start getting ready for the long day to come. Once I had showered and gotten dressed I sat myself down on the living room sofa, looking wearily at the telephone on the end table. Hesitantly I picked up the receiver and dialed the number that had been in the tesseract briefing file. It rang twice before Nick Fury answered.

“Mr. Fury, I’m calling to tell you that I won’t be joining your team for whatever mission you have going on. I just want to lay low and rebuild my life and live it quietly without interruption.” I let out a long breath.

“Well, that’s unfortunate. Was really hoping to have you fight with us. If you change your mind, you know where to contact me. Goodbye Agent Rogers.” He hung up quickly after that, not giving me a chance to tell him goodbye as well. The next call was going to be the hard one, I had to tell Steve my plans. I dialed his number slowly as I raised the receiver to my ear. It didn’t even have time to get through the first ring before Steve picked up.

“Hello?” He asked on the other end.

“Hey, it’s me.”

“What’s up kid. Have you called Fury about joining the mission? I called about an hour ago letting them know I’d help.” He sounded a little enthusiastic.

“That’s actually what I’m calling about. I’m not sure how you’ll feel about this but I’m not going to help with the mission.”

“Oh,” he sounded surprised. “Why not? I thought you’d want to help get rid of that thing once and for all.”

“It’s not that, I want nothing more than for the tesseract to be gone for good. I just don’t think I can be a part of it, I don’t want this thing to take over my life if we can’t get rid of it. This brings me to another important thing I need to tell you. I can’t stay here in New York, so I’m moving to DC.” He was quiet for a while after I had said that, the only thing I could hear coming from his side was his breath. I grew more anxious by the minute waiting for him to say something.

“What do you mean you’re moving? Why can’t you stay here with me?”

“Don’t be selfish.” I snapped.

“I’m not being selfish, you are.” he raised his voice. I huffed through my nose, getting annoyed.

“I can’t stay here any longer. I have no idea what it is like for you, but for me, being in this city is torture. I see ghosts from the past every time I leave my house. I can’t go anywhere without seeing him, and every time I see him, I break down. I never got to say goodbye and that day plays over and over in my head. Steve, I’m being tormented with nightmares to the point where I have barely gotten five hours of sleep in the past week. I need to get out of here whether you like it or not.” Tears had started to stream down my face as I yelled into the phone.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner? I could have helped you, I still can help you if you let me. If you leave I can’t keep you safe, I can’t protect you like I’m supposed to.” He was using his soft “grown-up” voice he always used with me when I was younger to try and calm me down but the tears kept streaming down my cheeks at a rapid pace.

“I can protect myself, we did take the same serum,” I choked out. “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to bother you with my problems, I can deal with them myself. Plus you have your own things to deal with, you don’t need to help me with mine.” My head was starting to hurt now and my cheeks and neck itched with quickly drying tears.

“Fine. The only way I will be okay with you leaving is if you promise to call me at least twice a week and you let me help you move.” I gave a strained laugh and nodded, even if he couldn't see it.

“Okay, it’s a deal. I actually already have an apartment lined up, so you can come over and help me pack everything up whenever you want to. I’m going to try and be out of New York by the end of next week.”

“I’ll be right over.” I laughed as I told him that I’d be waiting. I laid the receiver back down in its spot and stood up to go to the bathroom. I stared at myself in the mirror, thinking. I was glad my relationship with Steve could handle an argument, understand one another, then go right back to normal, I don’t think we would be this close if it couldn't. I blinked back a few stubborn tears and bent down to grab a rag from the sink cabinet, I dampened it in warm water then wiped the dried tears from my face. The warm water felt wonderful on my skin.

Over the next week and a half, Steve and I boxed up what few belongings I had and packed them and the furniture into a moving truck. I didn’t own a car so the moving truck would be my transportation to DC. One of the many things SHIELD had us do was take a modern driving test, which wasn’t hard, just a few more signs to remember and more gadgets in the car than there used to be, I ended up passing with flying colors.

By Friday morning we had everything ready to go. Steve would follow me on his motorcycle and I would drive the truck the whole three and a half hours to my new apartment.

We stopped several times on the way down, mainly so Steve didn’t have to sit on the bike for the whole three hours straight. We also stopped for lunch. All in all the trip took us about five hours, with traffic added. We made it to my new home just after two and we started moving my belongings in immediately.

Admittedly the apartment was way too big for just me but I liked the extra space, it was different from the tiny two-bedroom apartment I had grown up in. The first thing I made sure to unpack and put up was the bed. I still hadn't told Steve I wasn’t actually sleeping in the bed, but he didn’t need to know that. After that clothes were sorted through and put in their respective places. With our enhanced strength and stamina, we had the whole place relatively furnished in just under two hours. We stopped for dinner when everything had been brought up from the moving truck.

The day went by fast with us talking and laughing like we used to, it was a good change of pace from my usual aimlessly roaming around my apartment alone. But, all good things have to come to an end and Steve had to leave. He pulled me into a tight hug, almost crushing me, and wouldn’t let go until I pinky promised to call him several times a week. I just laughed and promised him I would. I was sad watching him walk down the hallway to the stairs.

I turned back into my apartment and closed the door, locking it behind me. I stared at the box littering the floor and decided to get to work unpacking the rest of what we hadn’t gotten earlier.

Most of my belongings I found in thrift stores and antique shops around the city. It may have been the twenty-first century now, but that wasn’t stopping me from making my home a comfortable, familiar space. If you walked in from the outside world, you would have thought you had been transported to the past with how much authentic 1940s and before things I had littered about. Some things had been saved from the apartment we lived in in the forties. I learned a few weeks before we came back from the retreat that Peggy had been the one to put everything in storage after they had failed to find Steve and me in the ice. I had gone through all of it and took out what I wanted to take with me and Steve had done the same. I was thankful Peggy had done what she did, otherwise, everything would have been lost to time.

That night as I tried to sleep, I realized it was a little easier to relax. DC was a whole lot quieter than New York, there was no honking or yelling every two seconds to keep me awake. I was left alone in almost complete silence, which for others may be worse than being bombarded with noise, but I didn’t mind. I fell asleep almost an hour after laying down for the night and had a restless sleep. I woke up many times in the night covered in sweat, but I couldn't remember the dreams, anything I could remember dissipated as soon as I opened my eyes.

I woke up again very early the next morning, the clock on my wall said it was four forty-five. It was still dark out, but I could hear birds starting to chirp. I crawled out from under the bed frame and went to put on some exercise clothes. Running always helped to clear my mind after not being able to get any sort of rest. The run itself didn’t take long, even though it was seven miles, any normal person would be exhausted but I had barely broken a sweat. I did get to see some nice places, taking a route around the zoo, to the National Cathedral, and then back around to the Dupont Circle neighborhood, where my apartment was. The sun was just starting to come up as I made my way back into my building.

Although I had just moved in the day before, I was ready to start finding some sort of job. The money SHIELD was giving me to help assimilate back into the world comfortably was appreciated, but I wanted to make my own way in life without their help. Finding a job was going to be harder than it used to be, but I did have expertise in several areas. Upon being unfrozen, along with the driving tests, SHIELD created a new resume for me. I had degrees in history pertaining to the 1940s, World War II, and several of the New Deal programs, with a specialty in the SSR. I was also given a Veteran ID, although I don’t really know how that one works because I definitely was not a part of the apparent ongoing fighting in Afghanistan. I still looked twenty-four, I doubt anyone would believe it.

Anyway, I had interviews lined up for today at the Smithsonian, and hopefully, the resume that SHIELD created and my knowledge would be enough to land a job. I had already figured that I would be volunteering at the local VFW. I knew I could find people there to relate to and hopefully be able to make some friends.

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