🐑 Alternate Universe- Magic, Mutual Pining, Demonic possession, Furbies
Oh dear...
Alex is attending one of the most prestigious magic academies in the country, on the orders of his parents of course. Even though Laiz Fier Academy reviles even the name of the only type of magic he's ever been good at. His parents swore he'd find another specialty here, and he'd let himself believe them, like the idiot he is. He's scraping by in classes. Barely. At least he's managed to make a couple of friends and figure out how to sneak into the library stacks to find books that will actually help him hone his skills.
However, Alex realizes now there's a reason why it's not recommended to do your first summoning alone. Because, while he does manage to summon a demon, it doesn't exactly end up in the silvery urn he'd laid in the center of the pentagram.
So now he has a talking, demonic Furby to hide. One that, despite its too-wide eyes and disconcertingly smooth voice, Alex thinks he might be developing feelings for.
(Fake fic ask game!)
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i have so many questions about how the blackops work. i wonder how sentient they are? are they truly individuals, or are they totally controlled?
doppelgilly seemed to be able to make his own decisions, since he willingly got into the portable hole after they asked him to- and he drew a card when gillion begged him to, for the sake of their friends.
if he can go against his programming like that, can the others? could he turn against the navy if he really wanted to, or would he still be forced and controlled into doing what they want?
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it was really wild to figure out at age 22 that i am not actually an introvert at all i fucking LOVE having people around i thrive on someone sitting in the same room as me i love talking and listening. its just that i autistic so i am also constantly at all times doing the equivalent of playing minecraft with 358384 mods installed in order to try and figure out what the fuck anyone means and if they are mad at me and that is absolutely exhausting and it totally wipes me out for like 3 hours afterwards. when i hang out w people who dont have those expectations i actually experience a net gain in energy
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when 15 year old lwj said "I'm used to being alone" he meant that his solitary and cold and duty-driven existence, cut off from his peers because of his reputation and his reserve, had become so familiar to him that he was resigned to this was how it would be for the rest of his life until wwx crashed in and saw him and talked to him and learned about him and drew something his loved and and made a oath with him about something they both cared about and despite appearances lwj is a deeply sensitive and emotional and passionate person who responded immediately - of course nothing was the same after that day! do you get it? do you get it?
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