#magici: echo

[olivyh]

I was rereading ttv the other day and I've been wondering about how the nrc students would react to finding out mc died(ending 2)🤔🤔

I feel like malleus would be hit the hardest after finding out his "best friend" just perished, MAYBE he'll look into necromancy..

THATS SUCH A GOOD THOUGHT OMG

Tw: Mentions od death, dismemberment, necromancy, general horror and gore

The necromancy was the first thing that called my attention when you reached out!!! Thats such a cool idea to play with- and it opens up a whole other story!! I think Malleus would definitely be the most heartbroken out of everyone in the cast. He's just lost his best friend (or "pet", more like it), so why would he stop at letting them die?

Of course, necromancy comes with some issues, for one, you can't revive a soul, so it's likely that mc would be a shell of their former self, just an echo of who was once living. It could also tie into the idea of using the magicial's soul to bring back the dead, which would link Malleus and mc forever (again, another cool path to explore).

I think the thingmost of the students would be most interested in would be the "otherworldly" characteristics that they could exploit (and not the fact that they were a very real person). Riddle would try to obtain some of their blood to paint the roses, seeing if it makes the flowers last longer or to give to Trey to see if there are any side effects. I think Octavinelle would use mc's body for a similar reason, selling it to unsuspecting students claiming that it would give them some mystifying ability,,,

I don't think Scarabia or Savanaclaw (well, just Leona, I guess) would particularly care about mc's death. Leona would have liked to see what they tasted like, but it's not like he DOESN'T have a dorm full of beastmen he's willing to strike down for a quick snack. Kalim would be disappointed at the loss of another familiar face at a party, but he kind of assumed they would die sooner or later so he would be indifferent (same with Jamil, who would be surprised that they lasted as long as they did).

Rook would likely try to also get ahold of the corpse (once again, to expierment on) and would spew poetry about how they've been reunited with Jack. Vil would also want some of them, just to preserve what little was left of them to place on the now empty pillar (due to his latest masterpiece being shattered and stolen).

Idia would be upset that he no longer had someone to take his frustration out on, seeing that he only used to berate mc for destroying ortho. Once he gets Ortho's ai up and running, the little robot would be so heartbroken about the loss of his new friend :( He would try to convince Idia to change his mind, but the elder would be so blind is his own anger at what heppened that whatever Ortho says goes right over his head.

The rest of Diasomnia would be indifferent (aside from Lilia, who would likely still be mourning the loss of his son), as well as the teachers.

[16reapergrell66]

Kisses Under the Holly

It's the Winter Ball. Lucio had some help in the designing, but not the venue. Welcome to Loch Durgess, a small town known for lively festivities. Wyverne is a giddy woman, excited to see his face when they get to Chapel Whitehaven. Lucio has something planned, his feelings finally giving way during the festivities.

This my first 🍋, please bear with me! I'm tagging @queenofeden, @firewolf3473, @kidlightnings, @missantichrist, @athousandstarstodreamon. Enjoy my lovelies!

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It was all so strange, how Lucio readily agreed to do this. How strange it was to accept her thoughts on the decorations and food, how easily he had said yes to her ideas of holiday themed drinks. He was normally the party planner, the decorator, interior designer. All parties were his ideas, but he had let some of that control slip when Wyverne asked if he had wanted help one night, when he was hunched over his desk scribbling out different ideas and rehashing others. He had readily agreed; after all, she was his Court Magician. 

A few weeks later, on a cool day in Vesuvia, they all left just before dawn. Somewhere along the way, as the sun started to kiss the sky, it had started to change into soft snow and cold temperatures. It had turned so chilly that fine winter morning, the sun glinting on white snow. Snow drifted along the cold breeze, making playful curlicues along the ground. The carriage glistened in the cold sun, leaving tracks behind in the soft snow. Lucio had muttered something about hating the cold, softly pouting out the window, watching it fog with his warm breath.

"Oh, My Lord, it's not that bad," Wyverne had told him, an amused smirk on the corners of her lips. She had perched her elbow on her knee, leg crossed under her skirts. Her chin rested on her hand, curled up underneath, to support it.

"Only with you, snack cake," Lucio told her with a small huff and an amused chuckle. He was dressed in his best, a long, fur-trimmed cape around his shoulders instead of the usual elongated, fur-trimmed capelet he wore.

"I think this was a grand idea, Wyverne," Nadia said, an amused smile on her lips. She, too, was in her best, her legs crossed under her fur-lined skirts.

"Well, that's Lil' Spitfire. Always having good ideas," Mephistopheles smiled, stretching long limbs every which way. He considered his outfit his 'okayest', even though everyone else insisted it was his best.

The scenery outside had started to gradually change, making Lucio shift in his seat and look with more interest. What was once a dense grove of pine trees gave way to sparse woodland, opening up to lush meadows of pillowy soft snow that stretched for miles. Houses littered the meadows every so often, smoke lazily drifting from chimneys. Wyverne shifted in her seat, eyes bright with joy, gripping her brother's left shoulder and practically bouncing in her seat. He just smirked, giving his sister a look they both knew well. She bit her full bottom lip, not wanting to spoil any wonderful surprises they had in store.

The carriage came to a slow stop in the deep snow, the horses pawing eagerly at the ground, warm steam escaping their noses. Mephisto went out first, the slightly slimmer Lucio doppelganger climbing over limbs to open the door, stepping out into the brisk chill. He took a deep breath, exhaling softly, forming his own little cloud. He stepped aside, extending his hand to help the rest out of the carriage. Azlingua, meanwhile, had started to take the luggage from the back of the carriage. 

Azlingua Lochland was in her sixties, though she did not look a day over forty. Her deep black hair was starting to show signs of her age, steel grey wires peeking through the dense inkiness. Her skin was fair, and covered with just as much freckles as Wyverne, in the exact same places--cheeks, nose, collarbones, and shoulders. Her eyes shone with a youth that seemed to belie her age, and as gray as a coming storm.

"Wy, come help me!" Her voice was coarse, and worn with age. She grunted, taking one of the suitcases out of the back. Wyverne immediately moved from Lucio's side, having come out just moments after him. She placed her hands next to Azlingua's, and the two of them lifted the heavy suitcase out of the back, setting it into deep snow. The next few came easily, as Julian and Portia finally left the carriage. Mephisto then walked over, expertly slinging Lucio and Nadia's things over his shoulders. Wyverne followed suit, grinning as she ran after her brother, skirts smoothing any tracks behind her. Lucio and Nadia followed close behind, with Asra and Muriel behind them, and the Devoraks bringing up the rear. Azlingua had easily fallen into Lucio's long strides, smirking softly at Wyverne and Mephisto.

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The village was warm, bright and inviting. People bustled this way and that, excited chatter amongst hushed voices and soft laughter. Carolers sung hymns, carried on soft voices that sounded like angels. Store bells jingled, hearty laughter and shanties rang from the bars. Mephistopheles walked along the street, following Azlingua. Wyverne had been pointing out must-sees and out-of-the-way stores, plucking them from memory. She eagerly answered Portia's equally eager questions, and playfully gave Lucio the runaround with his prying ones. Asra was up with Azlingua, asking some of the more important questions, while Julian kept stride with Mephisto and joked with him. Muriel stayed silent, slightly behind Nadia who kept trying to make conversation with him.

Then they saw it. A massive chapel that had been turned into a splendid dancing hall, when its former patrons abandoned it in fear of demons roaming the grounds. The stained glass was dark, the vibrant shades of color dulled and darkened. Gargoyles stood atop spires, sneering at anyone who dared look at them. The stone seemed to mourn its loss of holy patrons, dark and cold with barely a hint of religious joy. The bell in the belfry rang out, loud and strong, lighting the way to the time--eleven o'clock in a glorious chime.

"Sis, there it is!" Mephisto lit up, features glowing and eyes sparkling. He almost dropped one of the suitcases he had been carrying, lost in his own excitement. Flushed cheeks flushed even more, a smile on his thin lips.

"Tell me something I don't know you dense walnut!" There was a soft, breathless laughter at the end, the one thing she could do that stirred something within Lucio out in public. Her cheeks were just as flushed, full lips in a wide smile, haughty laughter bright as snow started to fall again.

They all set a brisker pace, each one with warmer thoughts on their minds. It didn't take long to reach the massive oak doors, and the Lochland siblings quickly set down the luggage. Mephistopheles placed his hand on the freezing metal knocker, and gave three loud, measured taps. As the last tap echoed into silence, something clicked and the doors swung open. Collective gasps of awe and shock came from everyone, and Lucio took a few steps inside.

Sure, Lucio had given her inputs a go-ahead, making sure everything was largely his idea. But the way he pictured this was blown apart the moment the doors opened. A large pine tree sat in the middle of the foyer, its tallest branches trying to stroke the ceiling. Ornaments of all shapes and sizes and colors sparkled in candlelight, garland wrapped around the tree with care. Candles were set every so often, lit by a magical flame so the tree, and any ornaments, wouldn't catch. Every archway had a garland, richly decorated with large ornaments and trinkets and toys.

Wyverne had set the luggage she was carrying aside, and grabbed his golden hand, eagerly taking him into what used to be the room for sermon. The carpet had been taken up, exposing a rich wood floor inlaid with a compass-like design in the center. Above their heads, the huge chandelier glistened, its candles lit and casting shimmering rainbows around the space. The balconies all had garland on them as well, and beneath them were boughs of hollyberry, resting above doorways. Chairs were along the east and west walls, set up for the weary dancer to take a rest should they need to.

Lucio had wandered into the middle of the space, golden boots softly clicking on the wood floor. His look of shock slowly melted into a signature smile, looking over his shoulder at Wyverne, who was trying her best to contain her excitement. There was more, and she was letting it all absorb before she moved onto other rooms.

"How in the world…?" It was Nadia, soft and in awe. Crimson eyes were wide, soft and pliant as she took in wonderful surroundings, her black flats making almost no noise. A hand was brought to her lips, the other laid against her bosom, the rich yet simple decorations taking her breath away.

"Ilya, look!" Portia had pointed to one of the hollyberry boughs, clutching his arm. Julian looked, and casually brought Portia under one of them. He reached up to touch the ripe red berries with his hand, barely brushing them with his fingertips.

Muriel and Asra were peeking into the side doors, trying to discover some secret before the others. Faust was draped across Asra's shoulders, her tongue blepping at Asra's ear. Azlingua chuckled at the two boys, and she disappeared into a dim stairwell, taking all the luggage with her.

"So….," Wyverne started, padding softly across to where Lucio stood. "Is everything to your standards so far, My Lord?" Wyverne was in front of him, bright eyes locking with his mischievous ones.

"Of course, snack cake. It's blown my expectations." He snuck an arm around her waist, drawing her closer. His golden gauntlet traced her jawline, lightly pulling at her lower lip. "But you know, I've asked you to call me Lucio ever since you took your position."

"And you'll have to tell me at least once more," Wyverne told him softly, breath catching in her throat. She should be used to this. He was always close to her, it was part of her position as Court Magician. She swallowed thickly, and gently moved away from him, his fingers lingering on her hip.

Wyverne softly cleared her throat, trying to shake whatever had stirred deep in her abdomen, and started to show off other rooms, all equally as grand and festive as the last. Mephistopheles had gone around, meeting up with them in the dining hall.

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"So, is everything up to expectations?" He had an amused smirk, casually leaning against a high-backed chair. His arms were crossed over his chest, the delicate suit fabric crinkling at the elbows.

"Oh, it's wonderful!!" Nadia was in delight. It was one of the few parties she had attended that Lucio had thrown that wasn't gaudy as hell. "How did you manage at such wonderful decorations?"

"Well, to be quite honest, Nadi," Wyverne started, hands clasped together behind her back to prevent fidgeting, gently rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet. "My Lo--ah, Lucio had a hand in this. He readily took my advice, and we created the decorations together." She stumbled, trying to use his name like he asked and not his title.

"How absolutely lovely, Spitfire," Mephisto said, a smug little tease to his voice. "I wonder what else you--" His teasing remark was cut off, Wyverne's fingers pointed at his throat. 

"Watch it, you insufferable sack of boiled maggots," Wyverne warned, her magic being used to stop him from talking. She had a look on her face, a look that made Mephisto grow a wicked little grin.

"Aww, what's wrong Spitfire? Afraid of being found out?" He mouthed this, his grin growing wider and wider. His hands were up in a gesture of surrender, palms turned in a touch, fingers spread.

Wyverne felt her cheeks heat, the color rivaling that of her lipstick. Portia burst out into a fit of giggles, finding the situation hilarious. Nadia tried to stop herself, Portia's giggles being contagious. Asra had a slight smirk, if only to laugh with Portia and for no other reason. Wyverne went to hit his chest, breaking the spell on his voice, when Lucio grabbed her slender wrist with his flesh hand, his touch warm and soothing.

"Not yet, darling," he murmured into her ear, breath warm and lips soft. "We wouldn't want that pretty outfit to go to waste." His golden hand touched her side, cool even through the layers Wyverne wore.

She nodded, gently pulling herself from his grasp. She rolled her bottom lip between her teeth in a fleeting moment of thought, and smacked her brother in the arm instead,  wandering off to go cool her head. Something had stirred deep in her abdomen again, warm and tingling. She couldn't shake the feeling again, no matter how much she tried. It was a craving, she knew it was. What the craving was for, she couldn't name at the time.

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The ballroom was absolutely lively with nobles and common folk alike. Some danced, others stood by the wayside, chatting and drinking. Soft music played in the background, the tinkling of glasses gently echoing throughout the space. Some patrons stood under the hollyberry, daring each other to kiss under it.

Lucio was with Wyverne, casually leaning against the wall, drinking a deep red wine and casually flirting with her. He had a smug smirk, gently chuckling at something he found amusing. Gone was the long cape, and the thin gold capelet shone as it matched beautifully with his outfit. 

Mephistopheles was out dancing with Nadia, lips resting in her hair as she laid her head on his chest, quietly chatting as they waltzed around the ballroom. Julian and Portia were also dancing around the room, having fun with traditional Nevivon dances for the holidays. Asra was with Muriel, chatting in a corner and generally keeping each other company.

"You know," Lucio began, his flesh hand caressing her cheek, thumb brushing her lips. "I've been wondering, would you love a dance?" He rolled his bottom lip between his teeth, an eyetooth catching it just the right way to set off sparks in Wyverne's chest.

"I can't refuse the Count of Vesuvia," Wyverne answered, soft and bashful, a hand resting on his chest. Her fingers found the blue ribbon used to secure a gold medal around his neck, gently toying with the smooth silk.

Lucio set his glass down, and took her hand in his golden one, leading her to the floor. She followed his lead, heart leaping out of her chest at the mere thought of being so close to him. He stopped in the middle of the dancefloor, his flesh hand on her waist and his golden hand still clasping hers. Her free hand found his shoulder, trying to quiet her racing heart.

Lucio lead, his feet easily falling into the rhythm of the song. Wyverne followed him, moving where he moved, spinning when he spun her. He held her against his chest, her back against him, her arms gently crossed in front of her. His lips brushed her hair, her temple, her cheek, her neck where her pulse was just racing away. Lucio smirked against her skin, his breath tickling her.

"Ah, snack cake. You have no idea how I've longed to have you to me alone like this," he whispered against her skin. His lips were so close, his breath so warm it set her heart aflutter. "You've been so tempting to me, I've had to hold back."

Wyverne was righted, facing him again. She was held close to him, her cheeks flushed pink. She swallowed thickly, a lump forming in her throat that wasn't there before. She rested her head against his chest, listening to his heart as soft waves of warmth spread through her that wasn't the alcohol. His lips rested in her hair, his flesh hand having found her other hip and resting there. 

It wasn't long before she found herself at the edge of the dancefloor again, still wrapped up in Lucio. Wyverne looked up at him, a soft blush on her cheeks, warmed through by dancing with him. Lucio was so close to her already, his lips almost touching hers, that it wasn't a stretch when he decided. He leaned in a little further, his golden hand cupping her chin, soft lips brushing hers. Wyverne didn't quite register it at first, not until Lucio deepened the kiss, his hand finding its way to the back of her head. She touched his chest, allowing him to deepen the kiss, letting him part her lips to slip inside and taste her. She quietly moaned into the kiss, trying to keep up with him. Her hand touched his cheek, practically standing on tiptoe trying the deepen the kiss herself.

Lucio pulled away slowly, his breath tickling her lips. He chuckled gently, his eyes finding hers after a moment or two. He stroked her cheek, savoring the touch, letting his flesh hand smooth the hair away, and brush her soft lips. Wyverne, meanwhile, had forgotten how to breathe, her breath caught in her throat. Her lips were still slightly parted, his thumb just catching her tongue. She could feel every inch of him, even the outline of his hardening cock against her thigh.

"Meet me in the hall in ten minutes," he murmured, his hand brushing her hip now. She nodded, finally finding her breath. He kissed her one last time, finally parting from her warmth, the outline of his cock visible in his white dress pants.

Ten minutes passed, and Wyverne had enough time to slip out into a back hallway, safe save for an occasional prying eye. She leaned against the nearest wall, a warmth between her legs that wasn't there before Lucio had kissed her. She rubbed her thighs together, trying to get some friction. She slipped her hand up under her skirts, starting to play with her folds, already slick from barely anything happening.

The door opened, then closed, but she paid whoever came in no heed. Her fingers found her clit, and she began to tease, gently kneading the small bud between her fingers, trying to mimic what she thought he would do. She let out a soft keen, his name a desperate beg for something, anything, when she heard his chuckle right next to her ear.

"Well isn't this a pretty present?" Lucio reached between her legs, inserting his long, slender finger inside her warm, wet hole. "All for me….and so wet too. I wonder how you'd feel around my cock, desperate and begging for me to fuck you?" He made small come hither motions, crooking the end of his finger against her walls. She moaned, a soft whine that escaped her throat as he inserted another finger.

Lucio kissed her ear, nipping at the lobe as he slowly scissored his fingers inside of her, stretching and preparing her walls for his cock. He placed his knee between her legs, making her spread them wider. His lips followed her jawline, and moved down the side of her neck, leaving hot, openmouthed kisses in their wake. His canines scraped lightly against the thin skin of her throat, more kisses soothing what he had done.

Wyverne had slowly started to shed her layers, her need for him growing the longer he played with her. Off came the pale blue plaid, the one she had chosen to match Lucio, with running lines of silver and gold. As she started to take off the crushed velvet hoopskirt, Lucio pulled his fingers away, leaving her feeling empty. Lucio chuckled at her soft whine, making quite a show of suckling his fingers, giving himself a taste of her. She had tasted slightly like cranberry, the salt of her skin deepening what he had tasted and her natural musky scent only adding to her flavor.

"Mmm, so delicious. And I haven't even started, snack cake," he murmured into her ear, licking the outer shell as he unbuttoned himself. "Though, I think you'll find you love me on my knees."

Slowly, deliberately, he sank to his knees. Wyverne couldn't tear her eyes away, her emerald green almost lost among the black of her pupil. He lifted her skirts a little higher, placing one of her legs on his shoulder. He trailed his finger down over her slit, teasing her entrance with the barest touch.

Lucio leaned in closer, the tip of his nose against her folds, taking in her musky scent. He started with little kitten licks, barely there little laps of her. He explored her folds this way, smirking against her as she groaned for him. She wanted him to go faster, to take full laps of her, and she grabbed a handful of gorgeous blond. He skirted around her sensitive bud, his tongue lapping at her entrance. She tried to contain her little whimpers and moans, her hand tightening a little in his hair. He growled against her, making her gasp at the sound. He let his long tongue explore her wet hole, tasting every inch of her, grinning when she tried a fruitless attempt at bucking her hips. His golden hand travelled up her body, finding her breast and gently massaging the flesh there, teasing her pert nipple through the dress fabric.

Wyverne had moaned his name, full of wanton need as she placed her hand on top of his, her hips trying uselessly to grind against his lips. The warmth she felt had been growing, a knot was forming at the base of her spine. She felt his lips wrap around her clit, could feel how he suckled, how he gently scraped his teeth against it as he shook his head slowly from side to side. It was almost too much, and she was afraid of coming undone so soon after his ministrations. He pulled away with a soft pop, making her groan in frustration. She heard his chuckle, felt him hum, felt his hungry silver gaze on her.

"Not yet, my dove. I still have so much to do, and I want my name pulled from those pretty lips of yours." He took her leg off his shoulder, rising to his feet, taking out his hardened cock and giving himself a few strokes.

Wyverne grabbed his lapels, her lips crashing against his in pure desire. She had never wanted a man as much as she wanted Lucio, and yet she could still taste herself on his lips and tongue. She had gasped a little, when he had picked her up by the thighs and wrapped her legs around his trim waist, feeling the hardness of his cock at her entrance. He watched her, hastily undoing the gold buttons holding his suit jacket together, watching as she spread it apart, soft hands touching his exposed chest.

"Are you sure you want this?" Ever the gentleman, he still asked, knowing he could bring her crashing down with just his mouth.

"Lucio, yes, I want nothing else." His name was a prayer, a soft little thing that held so much hidden lust and power in her voice. He nuzzled the side of her nose, looking deep into her eyes.

Lucio felt her gasp, more than he heard her. His cock was bigger than she anticipated, thick and warm and there, stretching every inch of her deliciously. He felt her grab the back of his dress shirt, how she shivered in utter delight as he fully sheathed himself inside her. Oh, she was so warm and wet and tight around him, and he could feel her flutter against him, could feel just how close she was to her own end.

"Don't you hold back, snack cake. I want every moan to reach my ears, I want to hear my name from your lips, how desperate you sound when I fuck you with my cock." He had her chin, tilting her to face him, those last few words whispered against lips smeared with lipstick.

He started to thrust into her, slow and careful at first, drawing out each stroke, letting her feel his cock against her walls. She moaned, not holding them back, her chest having been exposed at some point she couldn't remember when, because she could feel the cool air teasing her nipples to further hardness. Lucio took a breast in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sweet bud, eyeteeth catching. Wyverne whined, a high-pitched sound caught in the back of her throat. He picked up his pacing a little, caught between taking it slow and ripping the gorgeous moans from her throat.

"That's right, snack cake. Let me hear you," he told her, picking up his pace.

Wyverne could feel the flame ignite, deep with her abdomen. The knot tightened further, her moans and curses tripping off the tongue. She could feel him against her neck, how he softly cursed with each erratic thrust. She could feel him kiss her, suckling at the skin, rolling it between his teeth. 

That was it for her. The knot came undone, heat spreading to every limb as his name spilled in a shuddering cry, her body arched against his. Her walls pulled at him, milking his cock. He had a few more thrusts, the feeling of her orgasm too much. His cock twitched, spilling his seed inside her, his moan muffled against her skin.

He waited a few moments, catching his breath. He pulled out, cleaning himself the best he could while still supporting her. He tucked himself back in, and cradled her in his arms for a few moments, letting her collect herself. He helped her right herself, fixing himself as well before taking her in arm and joining the ball once more.

[theshadowanon666666]

*he talks through his teeth* O҉h́ ̕Í'̨m͡ ͟sơ ͜s̵c̸ared! Go͝ on l͢it̢ţl̴e p̧u͏ppet.̕. Śho̴w ̕m̧e w̨h̷at͘ ̸y͟our̴ ҉p̢a͡thetic ҉mag̨ic cań ̕đø! *he slowly starts to apply pressure on Sam's throat* --A

Alright, you asked for it. *Samuel raises his right hand, which is the one that is glowing blue, at Anti then his voice started to echo when he says the words.* Magicis propellentibus de inspiratione! *When he said that, the magic summoned a huge magic blast which hits Anti in the chest and causes him to be pushed by the magic.*

[dai-writing]

It looked, different?

I don’t exactly know how to explain it, but it was like us, but somehow different.

The power radiating off of it seemed magical, but weaker, somehow.

It glanced at us nervously, as if afraid we would bite.

It was bigger than us, but that didn’t scare us for we knew our power was much greater than its.

“What are you?” Carrish asked. She was always the first to speak up. When everyone else was scared she was excited, adrenaline always piping through her veins. After all, energy was her gift.

Each magici was given a gift at their prenewal (AN: like a birth, but they are formed, not born). This gift determines what kind of magic they would use, as well as how powerful they would be. I, for example, was given a gift of care, so I am a healer type and am in the top 25% of power. Lakei had a gift of foreshadow, so she is a psychic type and is in the top 60% of power.

The thing leaned back on it’s heels, as if trying to escape.

“I’m Nashure,” it said.

“What’s a Nashure?” Klaat asked.

“Nashure is what I am called, not what I am. And as for what I am I am a Clonid magici,” it replied, somewhat angrily.

“But you aren’t like us!” I objected.

“Well yeah. That’s cause I’m a boy magici.”

“Boy?”

“Boy?”

“Boy?”

Confused whispers echoed across the room, with faces twisted, some in confusion, some in fear.

“What’s a boy?” One brave voice managed to squeak out.

“Well, you all are girls, and I am a boy,” the boy called Nashure explained. “I’m part of the other half of the magici called boys. Your half are called girls.”

“Girls?”

“You didn’t even know what you are?” The boy said as he shook his head in disgust.

“Yes! We are Fortogr magici from Brafre!” I shouted angrily.

“No need to get defensive! I didn’t realize the Fortogr were completely clueless,” he paused, thinking. “Were you never taught these things?”

“We are not clueless,” a voice spoke from the doorway. Alinra must’ve heard the conversation from her room, for she had the gift of insight, which made her a mind type in the top 1% of power. Which made her our Klegshaerh (AN: their leader).

“We just were taught the truth,” she stated. “Unlike you.”

Write a story about magical girls meeting the world’s first magical boy… with no romance subplots.

[imlovedavestrider]

Rating: E Chapters: 23 Words: 76,177 Relationships: DaveKat, Rosemary, DirkJake, JohnRoxy Includes: sorta mind altering magicy music and stuff idk. Davepeta (GOD THEY ARE GOOD) Warnings: angst, NSFW, mind altering stuff, sick beats Summary: Dave Strider is feeling different. Really, everyone is. Steps seem to carry more weight, voices seem to echo more, bodies seem thicker and more full of life and comfort. Something is changing here, on this new planet, in this new universe. The cans of the town seem more real than the buildings of society ever did. And sometimes if you close your eyes and listen there is something like a chorus, or an echo, from a place where things are different--but not by much. All at once, the feeling becomes too much to ignore, and Dave needs to find out what's happening. But doing so means coming face to face with his old sprite, now become something totally unbearable and unfathomably graceful and self-assured. And now it seems Dave's curiosity may awaken in this new being a hunger... A hunger for the illest beats ever dropped in the history of paradox space. Beats that could change Dave, and all of his friends, in ways they could never have expected. Welcome to Davepeta and Jasprose's grand venue: Good drinks, dim halls, chill beats and comfy bean bags The Turnt Heck Godhead is open for business as long as you're open to the feelings it can cause. My review: all I have to say is it was my first mindblowingly incredible fic I have read. Plus, it has Davepeta??? My child?? Always good! I highly recommend it!!!! I'm rereading it right now actually, because it's been a while. It has REALLY SWEET moments for all the pairings. Hella sweet. And it's a wonderfully descriptive fic so you really get the feeling of being /there/ and I love. NSFW is easily skippable and obvious when it's coming up.

[magici-if]

Deep in the relationship, mc gently holding the ro's face and peppering kisses all over.

SORRY ANON I had this in my drafts but completely forgot to post it lmfao

Martin would try to play it cool but explode inside, and MC would realise immediately 'cause his poker face isn't even that good lmao

Demetra would shamelessly ask for more after MC stops doing it

Evander would pretend to hate it and try to escape MC's grasp to hide that he's blushing

Harley would beam and offer to do it back to MC after they're done

Echo would be like Martin, she'd try to hide it except she'd fail miserably and MC would immediately realise that echo.exe has stopped working

Dominic would be like "What are you doing?" but he'd not so secretly love it

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Okay, but like how the ro's react in a Scenario where they like reject Mc because they don't have feelings for them yet or haven't realized their feelings for Mc but later on realize their feelings or developed feelings but Mc already moved on?

Martin would hate himself for being so dumb and basically zone out several times a day thinking about the moment MC confessed their feelings to him.

Here we can see Martin in his customary attire (turtleneck) having one of those flashbacks:

Demetra would first pretend to be unbothered and to still not have any feelings for MC, but inside, she'd feel like a fucking idiot and try to make MC interested in her again (mainly by getting them gifts).

Here we have Dem listening to Adele and chainsmoking the pain away:

Evander would definitely realise like a year after MC's confession, and he'd """jokingly""" tell them something like "Hey...remember that time I rejected you? Yeah so hear me out-"

Evander after finding out MC has, you know, actually moved on after a whole year:

Harley would blame herself, both for realising so late and for hurting MC's feelings with her rejection. She would try to act like usual around MC, but people would be able to notice something is off.

Here's Harley that one night MC is sleeping over somewhere else (they're roomates at magici) so she can finally let it all out: :(

Seeing MC's face would remind Echo of their hopeful face when they told her about their feelings, so she'd try to avoid that as much as possible. She'd immediately slip up and tell MC of her feelings if they confronted her about her confusing behaviour.

Poor Echo during that convo:

Dominic would be parts relieved he didn't have feelings for MC when they did, and parts upset for having wasted the opportunity to be with them.

He would still do anything to keep up appearances, here's him after making eye contact with MC:

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Ik this is so specific & no one asked for it LMFAO but here's how I imagine everyone holding their headphones when they aren't using them: a visual guide

I have logical explanations for all of them I swear

Dominic doesn't like headphones...... 😕

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Everybody's vibe type beat

Martin is like a reef, taking the beating from the water but still standing there just like years before. He cooks really good food and snores like a freight train. He's like those splashing fights while swimming and those quiet and tired mornings after a night out. He's a great pillow and he cuts his own hair

Demetra is like the smell of the woods or the early morning in the summer. She's like those back massages you really needed, equally painful and enjoyable. Demetra is like those heavenly scratches that hit the right spot. She obsessively watches the same shows over and over again and is learning over 7 languages on Duolingo

Evander is like running on the burning hot sand with no shoes on until you reach the water. They're the thought that makes you randomly chuckle at yourself and then pout for missing them. He's like when your cat licks your tears away. He's like those lazy hangouts sitting on the ground and laughing. Evander can almost do an ollie, and he loves doja cat

Harley always puts others before herself. she is like the sunshine that shines in your room in the morning through your blinds. at the beach, she prefers making sand castles to swimming, and when it's time to leave she stomps all over them pretending to be godzilla

Echo is like foggy parks at night and overgrown plants on the side of the road. She's like those airplanes you make with bubblegum wrap. she's like scorching hot summer early afternoons, quickly slipping out while everyone is sleeping and going down to your friend's house. Echo can make cool stuff with paper, like frogs and birds

Dominic is the harsh truth you needed to hear, he's like unexpectedly walking on wet moss, or like a smile you never expected from a stranger walking by you. Dominic is like those dark, cold, snowy mornings, when as you reach school it's as dark as a soul, and when you get out of there in the afternoon it's even darker. Dominic unconditionally loves his daughter, and he's an amazing baker

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Hi Iri <3

ROs reactions to MC becoming a worm? Would they still love them?

hii hi 💗 this was so fun to answer hehe

Martin would find a way to also become a worm

Demetra would immediately travel to another dimension and find the antidote 'cause she is NOT going to date a worm

Evander would find it hilarious, he'd carry them around in their pocket and then prolly forget it's MC and panic

Harley would make a lil terrarium for MC and love them forever

Echo would def put MC in her garden so they can live a happy life

Dominic would probably just throw MC away ngl OR keep them as a specimen

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Hey Iri! <3 who of the ro's would want to have kids?

hiiiiii ♥︎

^ here:

Martin absolutely does, he wants to have a big & loving family, and mentally-wise he's ready for that right now. Realistically, though, he wants to wait until he feels he has reached his 'prime'. His focus right now is to deal with his own family & development before creating a family of his own; and most of all, he doesn't want his children to go through what he went through.

He loves discussing baby names with his partner though, he's done that with every ex, or at least tried to.

Demetra wants one kid, so that she and her partner can take care of them properly and give them their full attention. She has three brothers, so she definitely wants a quieter experience for her own family. Could be convinced to have two if her first wanted a sibling though.

Demetra's aware that a family of her own is something that's pretty far in the future though, just like Martin she wants to wait until she's satisfied with her own life before taking care of another one.

Evander has mixed feelings about this and his parents pressure him a lot about it. A stupid way to put it is, he wouldn't go out of his way to adopt or try for children, but if his partner got pregnant and wanted to keep it, he would make sure to be the best parent possible.

He and a past hookup actually had a pregnancy scare, and he was completely ready to figure things out and become a parent.

Overall, he dislikes being around children for longer amounts of time: he can play, draw, and joke with kids, but actually raising them? Yeah.

Harley has a baby fever, she loves kids and her feed on social media is basically just cute babies or puppies and kittens. She has a younger brother who is her absolute favourite person in the world so you know she's good with kids.

She even usually uses those photo editing apps to see how she & her partner's child would look like.

Echo doesn't want any kids, and that's pretty much non-negotiable. She'll adopt a cat with her lover, but that's the absolute furthest she's going.

It's not that she hates kids, she just doesn't see herself having some of her own.

Dominic actually already has a daughter from his ex-wife; he is unsure of whether he wants more children or not, and even if he wanted to, he's realised children can bind you really tightly to another person.

Because of his experiences with his ex-wife, he'd need to really trust the relationship he has with his partner before even thinking about kids.

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i need those logical explanations for the headphones post. i’m intrigued now lmao!

nonny I feel llike you're just being nice but idc I'll prendre la balle au bond

Martin is Swedish and that's just a kinda common way to wear them there. Demetra does it like Martin except the other way around 'cause it makes her feel like she has a laurel on.

Evander just puts them around his neck...there's actually no specific reason for that. Harley holds them in her hands so can swing them around and stuff.

Echo keeps wearing them normally even if she's not using them so that people think she's listening to music and don't bother her.

Dominic hates headphones, he wears glasses when he's working at the computer and stuff, so his ears hurt if he's wearing headphones 'cause they squish his glasses.

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NSFW ask, who of the ro's would let mc leave marks? ty!

kinda NSFW stuff below

Again, Martin is mostly up for anything if it makes his partner feel good. There are some hard passes on a few things, but marks aren’t one of those things. As long as they aren’t too visible (as in, his whole neck is full of hickeys) he’d be fine with it. As long as the amount of marks is low enough for other people to pretend to not see it, go right ahead.

Demetra looooves marks, both on herself & her partner. I think her favourites are ones that are hidden though. Her back is full of scratches, her breasts covered in marks but no one except her partner would know. It’s like that meme

Evander is like "Hell yeah, wanna give me a hickey on my forehead?" just for giggles. They do NOT care about people seeing it so that's a yes for sure from them.

Harley would be mostly fine with it, as long as it's somewhere hidden and the process of getting said marks isn't painful. She's may be really into getting them it in the moment, but otherwise she doesn't love the idea of broadcasting her sexual relationships to the world. Being loud while having sex is one thing, being full of marks that everyone that meets her can see is another.

Echo isn't honestly super into it. She'd be okay with it if her partner wanted to, but she mostly prefers being the one doing the marking. She lowkey thinks hickeys are trashy. Nail scratches though? Now we are talking.

Hell nahhh. Dominic doesn't like marks at all. He's a public figure, imagine the scandal if the known judge walked around with visible marks. He'd get jumped by paparazzis and gossipmongers. He doesn't like being the centre of that type of attention so that's a no for him.

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Martin zoning out is so sad 😭 he's fr a sad wet cat 😔, but would any of the Ro's fight back to gain Mc's affection again? (Beaides dem, of course, seeing as her way would be gift giving) what if they realize their attempts are actually working?

a sad wet cat is so accurate for Martin lmfao (referring to this post)

i wrote a whole papyrus for echo cus I was like “hear me out-” as legit NO ONE agreed w me that Echo would try to regain MCs affection. idc my friends don't know her like i do

(everyone is here, i just changed the order)

Would give up/respect MC's wishes:

Dominic, Harley, Martin

Dominic is very passive in general (there's a joke somewhere), it's not that he wouldn't make the first move, but if MC moves on and says they don't have feelings for him anymore, he'll respect that and find ways to cope. It's ingrained in him: the thought that he can somehow change MC's mind or affect the outcome is 100% foreign to him.

She'd be devastated by it, but Harley would respect MC until the end and long for the moment her feelings would also fade away. What she wants most of all is to be with MC, and if that can't happen in a relationship, she'll take all she can get and be a good friend to them.

Martin is a gentleman: it would hurt him a lot, but he'd definitely give up on the whole situation and acknowledge that MC has moved on & he should too. Unlike Dominic, it's also a matter of insecurity for him. He feels that he lost his chance forever: he somehow made MC like him once, but that 'mistake' won't happen twice, in his mind.

Would try to regain MC's affection:

Demetra, Echo, Evander

As I said, Demetra would immediately activate and retrace all the steps that led to MC liking her. She would be very methodical about it, such as by getting MC the book they said they really wanted to read, watching the movie MC is obsessed with at the moment so they can talk about it, etc.

If she realised her attempts were working, she'd straight-up admit her feelings.

She'd have a blast if MC specifically asked her what she was doing, squinting their eyes at her. "Just trying to get you to like me again.", she'd very shamelessly answer. wink wink

If one could ghost someone irl, that's what Echo would do, at least in the beginning. Again, she'd mostly avoid MC, the thought of trying to regain their affection not even crossing her mind.

However, she would probably either 'slip up' and tell MC about her feelings in the heat of the moment, or decide to tell them to gain closure or get it off her chest. She may avoid MC in the beginning, but at the end of the day, she misses them and longs for their presence.

Once the cat's out the bag, her friends will have definitely succeeded in hyping her up to do this and that to regain MC's affection. After realising her attempts might be actually working (after a lot of convincing on her friends' part) she'd ask them out and confess her feelings...again.

A joint or a few shots beforehand, MC and Echo sitting on the grass, Echo with a paper in hand. She'd either read it out loud or pass it to MC, so they could read it while she'd hide her face in her arms.

And if MC was unhinged enough to read it out loud-

Evander would treat it like a huge joke to save face; but under all the humour, he'd hide his real feelings. He would firstly bring it up under the disguise of a funny one-liner; then go radio silent about it, and never mention it again after realising MC has moved on.

He would still try to regain their affection, though in his own special little way. He'd try to use his trademark jokes and tease MC a lot about everything, even the dumbest things. He would act like a caricature of himself, thinking that's what made MC like them in the first place, so he'd pump the Evanderness up to 100.

If he noticed his attempts to be working, he'd go back to the 'normal' Evander; he'd joke about liking MC and stop annoying them on purpose so much. He still wouldn't do anything too direct though, at most he'd sent 'ironic' pics of him holding a rose with his teeth (he thinks he's hilarious) and ask MC to hang out a lot.

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Can we get a meme for each RO 😁

YESSSSS.

Martin:

Demetra:

Evander:

Harley:

Echo:

Dominic:

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How would the ROs deal with a partner who is touchstarved and/or struggles with trauma or ptsd?

I'm going to answer half and half 'cause I don't have time to answer for everyone, but if you want to know about a specific RO let me know idk

How would the RO's try to support a partner with PTSD or trauma?

Martin would be a little more hesitant and unsure of how to act, he hasn't had a partner with PTSD or trauma before, so he would try to learn as much as he can online. He would keep track of MC's triggers and ensure to avoid them.

Demetra is a very good listener, so if MC wanted to ever talk about it, or anything else, really; she would listen and be there for them. Like Martin, she'd make sure that wherever they go is a safe space for them, she'd be lowkey aggressive about it to other people.

Harley would want to communicate with MC about any specific thing she could do to make them feel comfortable (if MC wanted to talk about it, otherwise she'd give them space and privacy about it). She'd try to be a little more consistent and to have a more predictable/stable routine if MC would benefit from that.

How would the ROs react to having a touch-starved partner?

Evander is also touch-starved (at least, the affectionate kind of touch), so he'd have zero problems with that and definitely encourage cuddles & snuggles.

Echo would definitely take it as a green light to always have at least one (1) point of contact with MC. I can definitely see her getting sick of it after a while, she's the type of person to for example hold MC's hand for 30 minutes straight while reading a book, and then suddenly get a urge to get away and sit alone in a corner. (don't worry she'll come back)

Dominic would try to be a little more affectionate, he already is into physical touch so he'd be content about it. He would totally set a rule about it though, or he'd 'waste' the whole afternoon cuddling with their partner.