#sorry i'm bad at math and magic math

[solitaire-sol]

02: Number

For: @prongsfoot-microfic

Month: August 2023

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By Third Year, James and Sirius had a certain... reputation. They had no problem scoring higher-than-average marks, of course, but holding the attention of either boy was another thing entirely, particularly with the distraction of each other's company. Only Professor McGonagall had any success in keeping Black and Potter's attention on the task at hand, and even then it was accompanied by a sinking feeling that their focus synced directly with its less-than-school-approved uses. No-one in their Transfiguration class would forget the day they covered the Draconifors spell: While most struggled to do more than give their matchbox or pincushion a scale-pattern, James and Sirius had Transfigured an entire flock from wooden spools and discarded Every Flavor Beans boxes and forks nicked from that morning's breakfast table, the palm-sized dragons gem-like and metallic and an eye-searing orange that had once been Peter's prized Chudley Cannons trading-cards. The classroom had been thrown into chaos, students gaping in awe and fending off the tiny reptiles when they began snatching quills and nesting in peoples' hair. McGonagall, in the midst of restoring order, had leveled a stern look at Sirius and James, who were too busy collapsing in laughter at their own cleverness to care.

Privately, Minerva would admit to being at impressed, though that didn't stop her from assigning the proper amount of detention.

When both James and Sirius signed up for Arithmancy, the decision was met by confusion from most and by satisfaction from a few, who anticipated their humbling by the notoriously difficult subject. Those who'd been hoping to see them fail were disappointed: James and Sirius spoke numbers as easily as they did spells, and Ravenclaws who had the misfortune to share a class with them snapped more than one quill over the course of the term, their pride wounded when they spent all night laboring over numerology tomes to produce what James could rattle off while doodling snitches, what Sirius could correlate and defend while devoting a greater amount of concentration to balancing his chair on two hind legs. The careless way they conducted themselves drove Professor Vector mad, but she was fair: Their homework was timely, their classwork faultless, and she spent enough time grilling them to prove that they weren't copying off each other.

Unlike most students, neither James nor Sirius had any interest in knowing their futures; determined, perhaps, to shape them themselves, or convinced that only bright times lay ahead. What piqued their interest was Arithmancy in spell creation, how it could change or alter a spell, which both boys gravitated towards as if the idea itself was a puzzle to be solved.

Such spellwork, of course, lay far beyond their current abilities, as Professor Vector didn't hesitate to say: Even students as talented as themselves could hardly hope to produce proper results with such limited experience.

“Yes, Professor,” they'd chorused, exchanging glances as soon as her back was turned. As always, what was meant as a proscription had been taken as a challenge.

[nanda-writes]

Paternity Test

“I think my dad is a demon.”

“Not unheard of.” Carlos, the exchange demonology student, replied.

Liz frowned.

“I'm serious. My mom never talks about him and now there's this weird… spirit thing, following me.”

“Do you feel hot?”

“What?”

“Hot, angry, headaches, skin reddening?”

“No?”

“No signs of a hellspawn then, you're clear.”

“Come on Carlinhos, help me here, you're the only one from that weird magic uni I know.”

Carlos sighed.

“Okay, tell me what happened.”

“It all started 3 months ago.”

I had just arrived home from school. Mother sent me a message saying she wouldn't be home but lunch was in the fridge. So you can imagine my surprise when I saw Mom in the kitchen, frying rice. (my favorite!)

When she noticed me walking in she turned to me with the brightest smile I ever saw on her face. She rushed me to the table saying I should eat my lunch before going to work. And that's when I started to notice some weird stuff.

First of all, her fried rice didn't taste the same. It wasn't bad, but it didn't taste like mom's fried rice.

Second, she would not eat with me, just… stare. It freaked me out. She kept smiling while looking at me, and when I asked if she was going to eat she said:

“Oh no, human food give me stomach aches.”

She said that with a straight face, I didn't know whether to believe she was joking or not.

Once I finished my food she stood up and gently held me by my shoulders. With tears in her eyes she said:

“My daughter, my beautiful daughter.”

Do I need to say that's not something my mother does regularly? She continued:

“I missed you so much.”

And kissed me on the forehead.

It was at that moment I heard the entrance door being unlocked and the distinct voice of my mother saying:

“I'm back early sweety, did you eat already?”

My “mom” froze.

When my real mom finally reached the kitchen, they stared at each other for a moment.

“You again?!” My real mom yelled, throwing the shopping bags on the floor “I told you to leave us alone! Get away! Go! Go!”

She was slapping my “other mom” in the back and rushing her out of the house. I remember the pitiful look on my other mom’s face, she was silent as she left the house.

When I, rightfully, asked my actual mother what the hell just happened, she said we should talk after my shift, so I went to work. When I got home that day, she simply acted like nothing ever happened! She's gaslighting me to this day!

***

“Oh!” Carlos interrupted “Was it that day? The one you were so tired you thought your hand was turning gray while working the coffee machine?”

“Yeah”

“Hm…” he squinted his eyes at her “Crazy, sorry, go on”

***

And then I started to notice weird stuff happening.

First, suddenly I noticed a strange aura on the snake that always follows me around…

***

“Wait, wait, sorry again, the hell you mean the snake that follows you around? Are there even snakes in this region?! Isn't Ireland a snake free country?”

“Yeah, I didn't notice at first, there were plenty of snakes in my hometown, I hadn't realized they weren't common here.”

“And you were not worried that a specific snake followed you around?”

“It wasn't a venomous one, it's a milk snake, cute, like a pet.”

“Holy Shit.”

“Can I?”

“Yeah sure, go ahead.”

“Okay so…”

***

There was this weird aura around it.

Out of nowhere the snake tried to curl around my leg so I grabbed it gently, I looked at its face and I shit you not — I recognized it! The way its mouth stood… it looked like it was smiling, the same smile my “other mother” had at that time!

No need to say I dropped the snake and ran away.

Three days later my math teacher started acting weird as well. You know, don't you? Mr. Walker hates my guts! But suddenly he was being very nice to me. He wouldn't complain about my lateness anymore nor scold me for sleeping in his class. A sudden change of heart was weird but I wasn't complaining. Until I noticed.

His smile. He would always smile at me, with the same smile.

The same as the other mother. The same as the snake.

I wasn't having it.

After school, I cornered him in the parking lot.

“Who are you and what did you do with Mr. Walker?!”

He looked surprised for a moment.

“What do you mean, Miss Ferreira? I'm Mr. Walker.”

“No, you're not.” I rebuked “Mr. Walker can't pronounce my last name for shit. You're not him. What did you do?”

He smiled. The same sly snake-like grin.

“I believe we should discuss this in a place a bit more… private.”

“I'm not going to your fucking second location, you weirdo.” God knows what he had done to Mr. Walker. I wasn't risking it. I watch true crime documentaries, I'm not dumb.

He looked genuinely hurt. Maybe I was being rude. But fuck politeness.

“Maybe you could… choose a place and time? So we can discuss it properly. I swear your teacher is fine.”

He looked pathetic at this point. I was starting to feel bad.

“Okay…” I said and gave him a place and time.

***

We met at a diner. It wasn't late, I had just gotten off work. The sky was gleaming orange on the horizon, streets busy with workers heading home. It was fine. I was fine. I was not nervous. Not a bit.

I wiped the sweat out off my hands as I waited for him.

He showed up. At the exact time we planned. He had the same big smile on his face, it felt… silly.

“I'm glad you chose a more isolated seat,” he said to me and winked, “Let me show you a trick.”

And then the man wearing Mr. Walker's skin suddenly wasn't anymore.

I'll spare you the details of the transformation, but you know how snakes shed their skin? Yeah. That's what happened.

The new… person in front of me was very pale, although their skin had red and black spots all over, very androgynous also, and very lanky. Their hair and eyes were black as the night sky, I could not see their pupils, but I was sure they were slits and I just knew that if I touched their skin it would be cold and damp. The smile was the same though. It felt… comforting, for some reason.

I was shocked of course. And disgusted. Not by their appearance but the “trick” was nauseating to watch.

They grabbed my hands. As I expected, cold and damp.

“Lizzzzz…” they said “I know this is weird, but it's been 17 years and you need to know the truth.”

My mouth dropped to the floor as he said:

“I am your father.”

***

18 years ago, Maria, my mother was living in the Bahian Caatinga. She lived a simple life. Not so good, not so bad. Her parents wanted her to have a good education, so she went to the capital to study biology in college.

Mother had a special interest. Growing up in the caatinga she was used to seeing and handling a fair share of regional snakes. But what most people thought as just a regular inconvenience was her deepest passion.

She loved snakes and would never let her father kill the ones that sometimes sought shelter in her house. She would always hold them carefully and release them back to the wild, leaving the old man to pout and rant “They'll just keep coming back!”.

And that's cute, right? I'm all for helping the local species but… it caused her to receive some… unusual attention.

Suddenly, — no matter where she went — there would always be a snake around. She didn't notice at first, after all, what are the chances? But it was the same snake every time. A male milk snake, very common in the area but, That's weird… she thought, yet, what could she do? Even if she was superstitious, wouldn't that be a good sign anyways?

She got used to it eventually. And everything was normal. At least until St. John's day.

It was during the June holidays. Her village was going all out for the festivities that year: colorful banderoles from pole to pole, stands of all types in the street, the laughter of the children in their costumes filling the air together with the winter smells of corn, peanut, stews and alcohol brought by the cold breeze, the music never stopped, from the sanfoneiros at the plaza to the home speakers blasting all genres of music.

It was night, but the village shone as if the sun had never set.

It was during the festivities that a strange man, who later claimed to be called Conrado, approached her.

Extending his hand he said:

“Care for a danssssssce?”

Oh, he must be nervous, Mom thought, how adorable. And took his hand.

The dancing leads to flirting, and that leads to kissing, and kissing leads to… well, you know.

He promised to go see her the next day, at the cathedral by morning. She accepted, of course, after all, she had to explain that she had a boyfriend in the city… oopsies. But when she went there… there was no man, only that same snake that always followed her around.

And that was when he realized, and oh boy was she pissed.

Seriously? A snake demon?! A STALKER SNAKE DEMON?!

The snake did its best to be understood, to explain itself. But it could not talk, so I guess it didn't work.

What made Mom angrier was the fact that she didn't get her period the month later… neither the next month, nor the nine months that came after. And then I was born.

Years later, when I was… uh… five? she moved to Ireland — the only place with no snakes she could think of — to further her education, claiming I would also be safer here.

It took a while for “Conrado” to find us, most specifically, me. But he is very happy he did. He's been watching over me ever since.

***

“Wait, you said she had a boyfriend back in the city?” I asked.

“Hm? Yessssssss… I didn't mind though…”

“That means I could also be his daughter.”

He gave me a sad look.

“Yessssss but, I feel you aren't…” He looked even sadder. “But you musssst have notisssssssed, right…? That you are different.”

“No. I didn't.”

Was my skin a little weird? Yes, but I'm a teenager. Do I have some speech impediments related to s and z sounds? Yeah, but lots of people have it too! Was my sense of smell stronger? Yeah, but that's not out of this world. Was I a bit stronger than normal for my build? Yeah, well actually no, y’all are just a bunch of wimps.

He looked at me with the saddest expression I ever saw on a man, he looked… pathetic. Exactly my mom's type, that I can't deny.

“Okay, then…” he sighed, “but if you notice something… anything, you can call me, alright? I'm staying in the woods next to your house, just scream into a tree and I'll find you.”

He was about to leave, but then realized something and turned back to me.

“Also, take this,” he handed me a rock with a hole in the middle “You might not be my daughter, but I still want Maria's kid to be safe.” aw

And he left.

***

“And that’s it.” Liz finished her story with a sigh. “He can’t be my real dad, right? I would have noticed it…”

“Liz,” Carlos said in a deep voice “Did you notice that you didn’t blink a single time in this conversation?”

“What?”

“And that your hands and arms have camouflaged themselves on the table?”

“What?!” Liz looked down and sure thing, the color of her hands was completely changed, blending in with the table. Liz's mouth was on the floor.

“Also, everyone thinks I am enrolled at a regular university, no “weird magic uni”, for the institution is spell protected.”

Liz was flabbergasted “Then how? I…?”

“Only special humans or magical beings are able to know the truth about the university.”

“...”

“You should call your dad.” Carlos said “Also, you're almost finishing high school, right? I think you'll be getting an email soon…’’

“I… don't I need to apply first?’’

“The mystic arts university works differently, it's more like they come for you, no application needed.”

“I… I'll get going.” Liz stumbled.

Needless to say, a certain snake was very happy that evening. And feelings aside, Liz could not help to feel relieved to have a uni waiting for her already, admission exams were such a pain in the—.

[darkcrowprincess]

Goldenlight week 2023: 💜💛 Day four Human Realm/School

"Trrrrrrrrrrring." Went the school bell, signaling the last class of the day was over. That the school day was finally over. It's Friday and all the students of Gravesfield high school had a whole weekend to look forward to. Anticipation and teenage excitement was relentless in all of the student body. In Luz's class everyone else jumped out of their seats. Some talking to friends while walking out, others grabbing their stuff and bolting out of class. Quickly to leave school behind. Luz wasn't. She was lost in her head and being purposely slow. Stuck in a day dream about this or that. She would have stayed in her daydream, vaguely staring out the window if something hadn't hit her head.

"What?" Says Luz confused, than she notices a paper airplane stuck to her curles. Written on it in neat handwriting was the words "Read me." Next to it a really cute drawing of bird in flight.

Luz turns around to see who threw it, but other than the math teacher packing up their stuff, eerily no one else was here. Luz quickly gathers her stuff, pulling the note out of her hair as she does it. Slipping her blue backpack with stars and little clip on figurines of the good witch Azura she heads outside. No one was waiting outside for her either. So walking mindlessly down the locker strewn hall with out paying attention, she opens and reads the note.

If your not ready to go home yet, come meet me at my secret spot. Go to the school auditorium, and meet me on the stage.

-Hunter.

Luz blinks at this, reads the note again to be sure. "Hunter," hums Luz. Hunter is one of her friends. Though honestly he's her best friend. Though even more honestly the feelings she's has for him are confusing and strange. But not in a bad way. The problem is, well it's hard to explain. No one would probably believe her.

It doesn't take her long to walk to the school auditorium. Opening the big wooden doors, everything is quite. From the long rows of orkastra seats, to the balcony seats above. It's dead silent. 'A ghost town.' Luz laughs at that thought. Walking between the isle she looks up on the stage, where the big red curtains are closed. "Hunter? I'm here?"

Walking up the stairs to the stage, she moves to part the curtains. Something taps her on the back before she can.

"Ahhh!"Luz yells, surprised. She almost trips and falls off the stage if someone didn't grab her. Catching her in his long strong arms. As if doing a salsa dance dip. Luz blinks at not falling and looks up at her savior.

"Sorry, couldn't resist," Hunter says with a sheepish smile.

Luz pouts at him, grumpy but still happy to see him. "You need to stop doing that."

Hunter brings her up and out of the dip he has her in, but doesn't let her go. "Can't help it. It's in my nature."

Luz continues to pout at him for a moment or too. Than remembers why she's here.

"I got your note, what did you want to show me?"

Hunter smiles in mischief. He finally lets her go to disappear through the curtains into unknown darkness. Than he sticks a hand out back to her. One finger makes a come here motion. "Do you trust me?

Luz puts her hands on her hips, but can't help but smile, "Despite the present situation, yes." Than she takes his hand, no hesitation at all. Hunter pulls and gives her in darkness. She can't see at all, but him being him, he's use to it. His gold brown eyes glow in the dark. The only light, and leads her to a wall to flick several switches.

Out of the darkness comes soft blue light. Like moonlight. Luz also finally sees why the curtains were closed. To hide what the theater club was painting for this year's musical Aladdin. A dark blue starry night sky sparkles back at Luz. Full of glitter and sparkle, it looks magical in the soft blue stage light.

"Woooow!" Luz says amazed, stars and wonder in her eyes.

"That's not all."

Hunter hits another switch and soft music starts playing. And instrumental theme of "Whole new world," Soon fills the tiny room. Luz turns to him, but before she can say anything,he has her in her arms and in a moment they're floating. A few feet up. Luz holds tight to him. They start to rotate slowly, as if in a slow dance. But Luz still feels safe. Hunter always makes her feel safe. Hunter than brings her even closer. They are almost nose to nose. Hunter with his eyes half lidded and with a hopeful look on his face, "Can I keep you?" Even if Hunter wasn't a ghost, and hadn't been lonely for a long, long time. He still would have asked Luz the same question. Luz says nothing. Just closers her eyes and kisses him. His kiss a little cold, but still solid, firm and real just for a moment.

[stardew-obsessed-ora]

hi do you have any headcanons involving morris and the junimos (or maybe just magic in general) ?

Hiiii anon! Thank you so much for the ask! This was actually quite the interesting topic to think about, so thank you for that! I apologize for how long this took to pump out. I was so busy with college math that I wasn't really able to focus on writing. Regardless, I'm excited to finally be able to sit down and answer this!

(Some of this is going to be based on the before the farmer comic)

Word count: 1,621

tiny bit of angst but it gets better! ∼ ~~◡◡◡◡ ~~ ⥽ Ⅰ ⥼ ~~◡◡◡◡~~ ∽

For starters, the Junimos have made themselves somewhat known to Morris for quite some time. Not in a positive way, of course. They were there when Joja was first making its presence known within the valley. Maybe they were trying to ward the company off with what little mischief they could pull? Or maybe they just wanted to use what little remaining power they had to screw with the man before shriveling up due to the continued environmental damage from the corporation. 

From the first day he started working as a district manager onward, they would appear out of the corner of his eye. He thought it might’ve been flickers of light, or maybe he was just up too early? That was probably it. This went on for weeks, months even. It was maddening. It was hard enough setting up a new store in town, but with the added paranormal activity? That wasn’t what he signed up for. 

He would clock in at 5am sharp each day, do a routine check of everything and make a mental note of what needed to be done, the usual. And then- something would fall. Morris, being rather jumpy, would flinch every single time without fail. Whenever he checked the room where the source of the sound was, however, there was nothing on the ground. There wasn’t a single trace of what could’ve made the noise. Of course, there were boxes being perpetually scattered from their uniform positions, but they couldn’t have made such loud noises.  

There were numerous meetings with his employees regarding the incidents. If it wasn’t just him, it had to be some elaborate prank, right? These meetings would go from casual reminders of company policy regarding messing around on company time, threats that whoever was to be found wasting so much time on an elaborate scheme as opposed to getting the upper-hand working would be fired, to subtle pleas for whoever it was to turn themselves in and that their punishment wouldn’t actually be that bad. 

“What if it’s like- raccoons? Those little guys can go crazy all on their lonesome. I remember one time mom had accidentally messed up a recipe, so she threw the most burnt pieces out, and a few hours later we found like- all kinds of trash on our lawn!”

“Respectfully, I think I’d know if they were raccoons, Sam. I’d have come across the mess already. And- I’d probably have come across one of the raccoons on my daily searches. I’m very methodical with my process.” 

“Also… sorry to butt in- I’d probably hear them coming in. I’m always here early.” And then Claire yawns. “I hear a bit of rustling, but it’s not really… that obstructive.” 

“Seriously? So you’re inattentive. There’s no way you’re not hearing- well- what I’m referring to.”

“They say regions like this tend to be a bit haunted.” “Haunted? Seriously?!” “Yeah, next thing we know Morris’ll start seeing the lights flicker when nobody else does. Then, he’ll see his reflection laugh at him. And then-”

“Shane, enough. Seriously. Spirits aren’t real. They’re mere fairy-tales at best.” “Fine, alright. If it’s such an issue, why don’t you install cameras?” 

“For your information, we actually do have- wait.” And then he checked the cameras. It became somewhat routine for him to skim through the footage daily in an attempt to find anything incriminating. Maybe he’d catch the person putting him through this annoying, relentless hell if he remained vigilant?  

As much as he wanted to act like he wasn’t unnerved by the thought of the Jojamart being haunted or something, he was. Horror terrified him, he was the kid who dove behind the couch whenever something even slightly unnerving came on the television. He didn’t want to be living through a real life horror movie! Maybe he should’ve just accepted the raccoon suggestion… Thumbing through the camera footage, he became distraught. He, in fact, did not catch anything. The most paranormal thing he did catch, in his mind, were both Shane and Sam doing their jobs exactly as he had asked. Great, so that was a fruitless- wait. Checking the camera in the storage room, he saw something. He saw several of the boxes rustling, moving on their own then stopping. If all of his employees were at their stations, then what was..? 

He decided to investigate himself. 

“Hey, Mors. Don’t die back there, kay? It’s always the people going on investigations themselves that get caught in horror movies!” 

“Shane, I’ll dock your pay if you don’t get back to your station.”

“Goooot it.” 

The first time he stepped into the storage room and heard squeaking he assumed it was rats. Great, they had an infestation on their hands. Another lengthy email to corporate. And then- he saw a flicker of green, a dash of blue, and- an apple stem? There they were. The Junimos. It was ridiculous, but he wanted to run away. Even if they looked cutesy, they were spirits- ghosts- supernatural beings, for crying out loud! In his moment of panic he stood, pale and wide eyed as he observed the creatures. 

And then his panic quickly subsided, replaced with soft laughter.

“Is this a prank? Some kind of toy? Seriously…” When he tried to pick the creature up, it quickly hopped away, then reappeared behind him. Of course, Morris, being stubborn, doubled down on his internal viewpoint that they were toys. The squeaking didn’t help. Neither did their bouncy movements or overly cartoonish faces. He thought they were toys for the remainder of his encounters with them. 

Regardless of how much they tried to keep him on his toes, annoy him, make him resign and bring peace back to the valley. They couldn’t get under his skin as they had his first few months of working. 

I like imagining the Junimo are very determined little creatures, however. They both don’t understand human emotion very well, and also don’t understand the concept of knowing when to quit. They continued to make messes, hit against things to make unruly sounds, appear out of the corner of his eye, but it only made him crack down further on policies regarding workplace ethics and appropriate behavior. 

Of course, this wasn’t to say Morris didn’t humor the “toy” he had found. At times he’d act scared, or frantically pick the mess it had made up, or try again to pick it up, somewhat impressed at the fact it had such sharp reflexes. If only the person controlling it put those skills to something productive. 

When he’d spot one of a color other than green he wondered if the person who owned the toy had invested in multiple just to freak him out. 

He found them kind of cute, and almost endearing. A part of him thought about pitching an idea to corporate regarding Joja potentially making their own line of the little things. 

Before he knew it, however, the ruckus stopped. 

The little creatures stopped squeaking, they stopped rummaging through the back room of the store, they stopped appearing out of the corners of his eye. The Junimos were losing their magic within the valley, and the spread of Joja was at fault. They couldn’t even ward off one store chain from the valley with the best of their abilities. 

When he finds the last Junimo he almost jumps out of his skin at the sight of it. Anything unexpected caused him to jump, let alone one of the very things that had tried to annoy him for months on end. But now, there it was, its little leaf hung low and its eyes half shut in defeat. 

Of course he was confused. A toy shouldn’t have been that expressive. Maybe it was another one? Maybe it-

And then, it disappeared. Right in front of his eyes, to his own dismay. Its little leaf had withered away, followed by the rest of it. 

Panic, worry, and a strange sense of guilt filled his chest as he would bolt from the storage room. The realization they weren’t toys and that he had spent months pinning their appearances on employees embarrassed him, yet also, terrified him. Up until that moment he had assumed fairy tales, magic, and things of the like were fake.

Afterwards, he spent months making sure the Jojamart wasn’t haunted or anything like that. It was ridiculous, but nobody bothered stopping him. It took time he spent chewing them out for meticulous things away, and kept him preoccupied. 

For a while, he tried asking other townsfolk about what he saw, being met only with confused glances and a few remarks here and there regarding him possibly losing it. 

It made him feel crazy. 

When the farmer actually reaffirmed the existence of the little fellas he had seen, it lifted a weight off of his shoulders. He didn’t have to feel even remotely worried that his unhealthy work hours were actually taking a toll on him. Nope! 

And yet, it still made him feel bad. 

Bad, as in wondering if something had happened to them that might’ve been caused by him. Or- by the collective efforts of the corporation he had been working so tirelessly for, anyways. It ultimately helped feed into his doubt regarding whether or not what he was doing was truly right. 

It wasn’t until after the community center had been rebuilt that he saw the little fellas again. He was tending to his garden when he spotted something from the corner of his eye. He thought it was an animal, or perhaps just something blowing in the wind.

That's when he saw it, a Jumino making its way onto his property with a flower in tow. A white tulip.

It takes the Junimos a while to grasp the concept, but they realize Morris wasn't intentionally trying to fuck up the valley. He was just a victim of circumstance. So, after coming to this profound realization, I like imagining they occasionally drop off little flowers of varying positive meanings at his door to both reassure him that he didn't help permanently ward them off and to show that there's no hard feelings.

(also this takes away from the more serious nature of these hcs but if he could grab one of the little guys i do think he'd squish it in his hand. he finds them really cute outside of the initial five nights at junimos encounter he had)

[kanataka-san]

TS- Tony Stark

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

Ned: you got it?

Peter:*looks around* got what..?

Ned: the pendrive with the project?

Peter:

MJ: he forgot homework again?

(Y/N): *barges through the door late to class* Parker

Teacher: mr (L/N) what was that supposed to mean? Also your late.

(Y/N): don't give a fuck. It's not my fault that dipshit lost something.*tosses Peter pendrive*

Peter:*catches it*

Teacher: Mr.Parker you can return the project after class ends and you Mr.(L/N) detention after school for being late and that language.

(Y/N): yea no shit *sits down on a chair at the end of the classroom*

Ned:*quietly to Peter* so you did it but lost it?

Peter: *looks at the pendrive on his desk* I didn't have the time to do it..

*Both looks at (Y/N) aka Peter bully*

(Y/N): *side eyes them but soon his eyes return to the board*

MJ: he's been off this past few weeks, if I was you I wouldnt give that pendrive to the teacher- how do you know he didn't put something else in it?

Peter: you got a point but how am I gonna explain this to the teacher when (Y/N) screamed my surname after walking in and trowing me this?

MJ/Ned:*slience*

*After school*

MJ: you're either are very stupid or very brave after giving it to teacher not knowing whats on the pendrive.

Ned: (Y/N) could get you in so much truble then what about spi-

Teacher: *walks out of the classroom holding the door* Mr. Parker! I need to speak with you.

MJ/Ned:*looks worriedly at the teen*

Peter:*grips the straps of the bag tighter and walks in the class while teacher closes the door after they walk in*

Teacher: I don't know how long did you spend on that presentation but-

Peter: I'm sorry

Teacher: what are you sorry for? That was one of the best presentations I have seen in my career. That photos, that transitions between them, the information on the slides. They were just perfect! I wish you will make more presentations like that

Peter: y-yea of course

*the two friends that waits for Peter watch him leave the class room*

MJ: and? Are you in big truble?

Peter: no actually- I- (Y/N)!

(Y/N): *walks out of his detention hearing Peters voice and turns around* what do you want Parker?

Peter: that presentation. why did you helped me? Also the P.E last weak, chemistry, math-

(Y/N): don't know what you are talking about. You sure you didnt hit your head somewhere after school or maybe while running in the halls when everyone sit in class and you magically dissapear soon after?

Peter:wha-

(Y/N): *grabs Peter by the backpack succesfully talking it of the teens shoulder* don't play dumb *unzips it* and hide it better *zips the bag up and gives Peter back* I wont be protecting your ass all the time. TS give it to you to help you but will take it back if you slack off in school more than you already have. Ask for help if you got to much in that head of yours. I'm really tired of doing things I don't want to and getting out of my comfortzone.

*The three teens watch as the taller boy walks away and out of the bulding*

MJ: ok so he knows. Great.

Peter: but how? I mean I'm not that bad-

MJ:yea- no

[janahanooo]

Meet my son OC

Aspen - He/Him

Age - (before Twst) - 33 (in game timeline) - 40

Job - (before Twst) - office worker

- (in game timeline) - math teacher

(How he looks is still a mystery for you dudes. I won't let you simp for him that easly)

Backstory

Aspen Hawkey is an office worker, who was very into gacha games in his early childhood. He also loved every Disney film, even in his adulthood. He tragicaly died by a car accident, but when he opened his eyes, the person in front of him was Crewel Divus. He offered him help and tried to explain where he was. It failed, making him belive this is the afterlife and he is indeed in heaven (almost baby, almost). So he got an offer to teach at Nrc math even if he does not, or only posess very little magic.

In the game timeline, every 2nd and 3rd years know him, since it has been 7 years since he got here. The first years thinks he's stricht and in a constant bad mood, but in reality, he's just very much tired of students asking him on out dates. Yes, it happens every few days in school.

His favourite student is..... Leona. Yep. Since Leona doesn't bother him at all, and is actually pretty smart in math. And come on, he was an office worker. He too loves to sleep. But don't worry, he loves everyone equally. Really, just don't anger him.

He's besties with Crewel, but also likes Trein and Vargas. Sam is cool, he ocasionally gives him discounts (It's not like, someone has a crush or smt...). Crowley in his eyes is a bit trouble some, but thinks of him as a great buddy to talk to... sorry Yuu, this prof won't join in the anti-crowley club.

Aspen: what do I think about RSA? It's quite nice. No, don't get me wrong, I love NRC, but the people in RSA seem a bit nicer, that's all.

Aspen: about myself? Huh. Well, I teach at Nrc and- oh. Not that kind? Then, I would say, I'm very great in fixing things. I like DIY. I can show you a few, if you want me to.

Aspen: Crowley? That birdhead can be nice when he wants to, but he would rather lay around all day and cause chaos.... well, other than that, I like him. He's nice to me.

Aspen: I'm from 《%#&!¡》, it's a small town near 《&!@%#》. Heh, I figured you wouldn't know where it is. However, since I came here, I've been living with Divus. Yes, Crewel Divus. Why, is there a problem?

[grapesodatozier]

"hey boss sorry I’m late I was zoned out in the shower thinking about what dnd 5e class each of the losers would be" -me this morning

lol anyway here’s what I came up with!! would love to hear others’ thoughts on this!! my personal character interpretations are very book heavy with cherry-picked movie influences and a respectable scoop of fanon interpretations I like lol so I think there’s a lot of options here and I think it would be so fun to hear other people’s interpretations of this!!

bill: oath of vengeance paladin whose god is maturin. his favorite spell is compelled duel. no further elaboration needed.

mike: farm boy mike made me consider druid or ranger, but I think his motivations are very strong around maintaining derry’s history, and he’s incredibly dedicated to that, so I think knowledge domain cleric makes most sense to me (his god is also maturin, bike maturin acolyte boyfriends so real <3 )

ben: book ben is soooo fighter. that man threw back an insane amount of alcohol, went back to derry no question, stomped on some alien eggs, and took decades to confess to a cute, corny little 3 line love poem, then respectfully swept his childhood love off her feet. that’s just so fighter to me. like there is nothing more Fighter than starting your story alone in a tavern venting vaguely about your past heroic exploits to the bartender. fighter for sure with some significant levels in artificer for his architecture career

stan: wizardddddd he literally escapes pennywise with the powers of his bird watching guidebook!!!! literally got magic powers from a book in canon!!!!! also he's very happy being an accountant and i feel like math and desk jobs feel very wizard to me lol. also it would be so interesting to explore his feelings about being able to shape reality when he's so attached to maintaining reality. but. he literally changed reality with his book like!!!! so much to think about here.

bev: i kinda want bev to be a rogue, but i think that's just what she initially tries to be. she wants to fly under the radar so bad but she never can. honestly i think she's a barbarian!! it's what she deserves!!! 2017 babygirl kills her dad by bashing him over the head with a toilet cover!!! that's some barbarian shit she has so much anger and rage that she deserves to let out!!!!! also her premonitions about It coming back? danger sense. decades in advance danger sense lmao

eddie: listen. i considered rogue. killing your childhood bully with a broken perrier bottle is some rogue shit. i also considered monk, bc our boy loves to go fast!! but i think the most fitting class for him is ranger. his "super power" is always knowing where to go and where he is. he uses it in the sewers, he uses it to drive around new york city better than anyone else. knowing your terrain that effortlessly is some ranger shit. also he's happiest just chilling on a grassy hill or hanging out in the barrens!! nature baby boy!! also rangers can be a dex class so it still works for him wanting to run and run and run

richie: okay i spent way too much time thinking about richie's bc he's my favorite <3 lol so this is gonna be long. listen we all have biases okay. anyways he's obviously a bard like hello he can change his voice and convince people he's someone else. basically literally casts silvery barbs in book canon. constantly performing. described as having "exhausting charm." support class 100%, while everyone leans on bill he's the one bill leans on. favorite spell is disguise self bc he wants so badly to be someone else. but i don't think he's just a bard. i think he pretends to be just a bard, but such a big part of richie's character is being afraid of things inside himself that he'd like to ignore but can't control. It shows him a werewolf with his name on it which yeah I'm very pro bisexual interpretation of that but more generally is just about feeling like he's got smth uncontrollable and scary that he doesn't understand within him. all of which screams wild magic sorcerer!! so i think he's a wild magic sorcerer who learns bard stuff so he can pretend he's only a bard bc he's scared of his natural magic

okay ty for reading please feel free to share your thoughts if you have them <3

[star-girl69]

AHHHH YOURE SO ADORABLE.

Damnnn fake gagging??? 😭😭I didn't know I was that baddddd. What can a girl do when she's soooo down bad.

How is your maths working out sooooo neat. I have the worst handwriting ever and then my thought process is wack so like everything always ends up in different areas yk.

Chemistry calculations are the worst and it doesn't help that I also despise chem with a passion but bio calculations make me actually wanna drop school and pursue other career options(🤭).

Mrs.B sounds like a B fr fr like why sooo mean. Don't stress about your writing too much. As always I believe in youuuu❤️

- ❤️

(Nooooo don't beee sadddd I'm sorry honey. I think our time difference is hugee. I am also training and working a lot so I sleep a lot and my schedule is haywire but trust, you always on my mind❤️❤️)

🤭🤭🤭🤭

(also sorry AGAIN i read this in the middle of my 2 hour class and then spent a lot of time smiling at the floor instead of paying attention but now i’m home and can sit down and properly reply it’s like we’re exchanging letters LMAO)

NO LIKE i mean i’m having fun! i like it if you couldn’t tell LMAOO i’m giggling and kicking my feet! i think you are doing exactly what a girl should do when she is down bad 🤭🤭 she just hates to see a real bitch (me) win (be happy) (im mostly kidding we love each other fr)

omg i thank god everyday that i have at least somewhat decent handwriting but real on the thought process being wack… especially w math like i go all over the place that’s probs why it’s my worst subject

boooooooo you just don’t understand the magic of chemistry it’s amazing!!!!! like omg nomenclature??? i loved that unit sm!!!! the first test of the year i literally got a 100/100 likkkeeee also i LOVE nuclear chem but anyways.

wait hold on i already took bio but i don’t remember CALCULATIONS??? but i think it might be diff considering my bio course is called living environment where i live

OK NO. NO NO NO NO NO!!!!!! MRS B IS THE SWEETEST MOST NICEST PROFOUND AMAZING PERSON IN THE WORLD LIKE I LOVE HER SO MUCH SHE CHANGES MY LIFE ON THE DAILY BUT SOMETIMES SHES A LITTLE BLUNT

today she gave me and my bff honey chocolate hearts and once she gave us bread (there’s a picture somewhere of me and my friend walking through the hall with slices of bread in our mouths) and also she brought in a crockpot of spaghetti and force fed me I DONT LIKE MARINARA SAUCE i was like “no thank you!” and she said “ADDIE WHAT!! NO NO YOU EAT THE PASTA”

haha… i’ll try not to stress but i think we all know how that will work out…

(i headcanon england for you btw or like some sort of european country around there bc like…. “mathS” and “apologiSe” and also the whole cm thing. wait what are you training for like a marathon or is that just supposed to mean like you just go to the gym? anyways i hope you don’t overwork yourself ☹️ ☹️also i think YOU should tell ME about YOUR day 😍)

(well ig i feel a little bit better if i’m always on your mind 🤭🤭🤭) (you’re always on mine tho 💋)

[ndostairlyrium]

Unusual OC Association

Was tagged (ages ago sorry lol) by @demandthedoodles 💛 thanks ;;

I'm tagging: whoever wants to do this, like the post (or don't) and you're automatically tagged u-u

Going with the main critter, since I'm bad at parenting and I do favoritisms lol

Ankh

Seasoning : amaranth, or rosemary

Weather : sun trapped above a thin layer of cinereous clouds, its light scattering delicately through a web of leaves and branches in the Fall. Wind blows delicately, raising the pungent smell of a multitude of tired leaves that cover the muddy path of an ancient pine forest

Colour : muted dark green

Sky : cloudy

Magic power : the aim of your aunt when she wants to know if you're still single

House plant : kenzia

Weapon : words first, but then it's bow, arrows and the thickest hunting knife you can find

Subject : Physics, math, possibly chemistry

Social media : Instagram. 20% cemetery pics, 20% the worst selfies she can take with/of her friends, 40% trolling her bf, 20% politically involved posts (+ stories)

Make-up product : she's massively into makeup, but her faves are lip tints and kajal

Candy : morositas (berry flavor)

Fear : dying before accomplishing her goals

Ice cube shape : plasticky leaves

Method of long distance travel : walking, or riding Cornelia (her red hart). She's not a wagon kind of person

Art style : German expressionism

Mythological creature : a mix between something terrifying like a cockatrice and something eerie but majestic like one of those deers that protect the Yggdrasill

Piece of stationery : goniometer

Three emojis : 👀💀🧨

Celestial body : Earth, or probably Mars

[not-amethyst-anymore]

I wrote something about Reckless again, sorry for the "I" and "me" but again I had to write something for school😅

The Spider came on a bad night.

That meant: I didn't sleep. I laid awake, staring at the walls and watching the shadows do what they do. They danced and played their games, finally free from the light that bound them to place, almost like the shadows of witches and witchers. And then they told me stories, where they spoke of their lost realm and of the Nowhere realm that they could see if they looked up. Of all the other worlds that they would never go to, and of those they had met that would. My pet spider (yes, I have a pet spider, and no, they have never even tried mutiny and I have never been poisoned or attacked me (I hope)) listened for a while, but then turned, I guess annoyed by the stories, as they weren't about flies, or other things they wanted to eat.

Some time later, even the shadows left, and I was alone. I tried to sleep, but I just couldn't, feeling like I SHOULDN'T. Like something was here.

No, how dare you! Like someONE was here, who wasn't supposed to be here in the least.

I think I'm just really tired. I'm seeing things I shouldn't see, and I'm thinking things I'm not supposed to think because I am supposed to sleep...

Because I was so busy with being stupid and tired, I didn’t notice The Spider. Or maybe I did, but didn’t care. Either way, I realized that they were there, only seconds before they finished their web. I lay on my back, and stared at The Spider weaving their web above my head. But I think I didn’t see it for a long time, because to me, it seemed to just appear.

‘Hello Tisseuse.’ I said.

The Spider didn’t have eyes I could see, but I knew that their eyes widened. ‘How do you know.’ They said. It was a question, but they said it like they didn’t need an answer.

‘Beautiful web,’ I answered, lifting my hand to the threads, but retrieving it quickly. I woke up a bit. Spider webs were dangerous if they were magical. And tonight, it was.

I knew it was magical, I could feel it. It was spun so carefully, thin threats that formed a door to another realm, just like the mirrors. How the light that fell through my window reflected on them, and how the magic seemed to flow through my veins and my blood. You can't see magic, but it was almost like I could. It was just magical. I just knew it…

Also, the strings were golden and light was shining from them. But, I would have known that it was magic, even if they weren't shiny and golden. Most likely. Hopefully… Anyways, they were, so one will never know.

The Spider placed themselves in the middle of their web, and looked at me.

Why again had I called them Tisseuse? That was one of the names of the Weaver, and in this case - or this world - that just didn't make sense…

'My world and your world are not so different. The mirrors are not the only way to travel between the realms. Sometimes, there is magic around, and then my webs would be a way to travel around as well, wouldn't it be for the fact that you mortals will die as soon as you touch it. And then there are things that happen. Just happen. What most people see as a twist of their faith, as something that just had to be, is most of the time a tiny combining of our realms. It could be that someone in your world cuts a tree down, and in mine, suddenly, someone breaks a bone. Or one is sleeping, and their dream-them becomes an embodiment in the other world, and when they wake up, they have dreamt a dream.'

The Spider was staring at me. I think it hoped that I would understand or something, but just like math, it just didn't make sense, and it couldn't be asked of a little kid to give an answer.

Then I realized something. This wasn't my spider, the spider that would sit above my head every night, when I would go to sleep. The spider that would sit where they were sitting now!

I panicked. What had they done to my spider?! But then I saw mine, sitting in a corner of the roof, deeply asleep, as anyone right here, right now.

But if The Spider above my head wasn't my spider, which I of course knew immediately and hadn't just figured out, and you know what? I am too tired to lie right now, so yeah, I didn't notice right away, bad me. Anyways, back to the spider above my head that was coming down by a golden threat and was probably going to try and eat me.

Uhm, how do I say this politely? They were no spider. They were strings and threads and yarn and all that stuff that can get tangled up, formed into a spider. Still, I will continue to call them The Spider, simply because I can't think of anything better AND am very tired, remember? Their eyes were made out of white yarn, the color of death. At least, in their world, white yarn was the yarn of death, fear of death was white, so I think these were eyes of death. I saw myself in these eyes…

To be clear, The Spider didn’t eat me. Not even a little bit. They just came closer to talk.

‘You led Her here.’ I didn’t know who Her was, but The Spider didn’t sound so happy with it. They weren’t mad or something, they sounded… worried. But I had no idea about who.

‘Where is here?’ I asked. I don’t think they meant my room.

‘My lake. You know… behind the webs of the spiders.’

‘Who is her?’

‘I don’t mean her, I mean Her. You should know that Her name is never said, though that might just be in Her world. In yours, there are no fairies. She is the Dark one.’

‘Niomee.’ Yes. I just said Her name. If not spoken in the boundaries of the lake She was born out of, it would turn Her into a willow tree if She would hear it. But She wasn’t here, so I hope nothing happened.

‘How do you know Her name? They keep that a secret, you know?’

‘As Alderelves keep their real face a secret.’ I honestly have no idea how I know these things, because I actually have never heard of Alderelves, or something like that.

‘Y-yes, you are weirdly correct. Though the fairies hoped that nobody would ever say such things again. The humans should have already forgotten about them. But, as it seems, not all of you have,’ The Spider reached my pillow. Their yarn-paws stuck to it. ‘But they are not important yet. The Dark Fairy, you led her to me. Why did you help her? You should have kept her away. Or no, you should have not intervened.’

‘When did I?’ I have never seen a fairy, and I for sure have never helped a fairy find the correct magical spider web, that was a portal to the lake of Tisseuse, that only immortals could go through, and would have most likely gotten me killed.

'Have I told you about the fairies that would be seen by you as a moth sometimes ? They aren't in this world, then. They are in their own lives and own worlds, but they sleep. And the Dark Fairy was sleeping in spider webs last nights. As a moth, she wandered in your world searching for the way to me. And the reason that she was searching me led her to you…' They said that last sentence as if it should have made me realize something. And it should have. So it did.

You see, today, or yesterday, I was outside, and saw a moth tangled up in a cobweb. So, ofcourse, I saved them. As I should have. I had carefully tried to untangle it, which was hard with big human fingers and a small, fragile moth body to untangle. It was a big moth with six spots on their wings and a skull-like patch in the middle. I didn't think anything about it, back then. I didn't think anything about the fact that the threads of the spider's web were almost golden, and not see-through as normal. But now I think anything about it. I think everything about it!

I saved the Dark Fairy from getting eaten in my world…

'But she is immortal, what would have happened if the moth was eaten?' I am really curious. And how would that have to do with Tisseuse? Only if the spider that I saved her from was Tisseuse. But they weren't.

'She would have woken up. But you untangled her, and she didn’t wake up. Instead, she found the way to my lake. And I think she saw it in you.’

That's kinda a weird thing to say. She saw the way in me. I now declare myself a map.

‘Maybe you will understand me better if you know why she was seeking me. Everyone has multiple threads in different colors, and I weave the threads in patterns that only I know. I don’t decide how I weave them, I see what happens, and I weave. Her web was given the golden yarn, the yarn of love. And she wants to cut it. That’s not a normal thing to do for a mortal, but my Dark sister can cut it. However, her web will weaken, and I think it won't hold. That’s why I didn’t want her to find me.’

I could have seen the golden thread they spread across my room, like a great spider web. Could have known that I’d be the fly, or no. The moth. But I didn’t. I was still tired, though I am so much awake by now that that isn’t an excuse anymore, I think. Still, I didn’t see, or notice it. I not-notice a lot tonight.

‘You don’t have golden yarn.’ It took some time for me to realize.

‘What, but I do feel love! I love my siblings and my parents, my pets, my friends, I love a lot of things!’ I always hear of the one type of love that I don’t have, it is sad to hear that a life-string-spider-web-weaving person thinks that’s the only kind of love. Like, very disappointing sad.

‘Ofcourse, you do have golden yarn like that, but not the golden yarn that the Dark one is trying to cut. And therefore, you could help her find me.’

Oh.

‘Oh.’

Oh, so that was it. I saved a moth. And without doing anything, I helped a fairy with that. And now an Almighty-God-Spider-Thing was worried about the safety of that fairy. And they were most likely mad at me. Guess that’s how I’ll die.

Saved a moth from a spider. Spider took revenge. That would be on my tombstone.

‘Calm down. I am not mad. I want you to help her.’

Well. I… Didn’t expect that?

‘How? She is at your lake, and in your world. And I know very well that a mortal cannot go through your webs. Do you want me dead?’ Looking back on this question, I could have said this much more offendedly, assuming that they were trying to get me dead.

‘I don’t think so. You got the fairy out of the cobweb today, didn’t you? That was the same yarn. You practically already freed her from her golden yarn.’

It sounded all but assuring, but you don’t get the chance to help an immortal, powerful fairy in another world so often, and since I am a curious, adventurous person (sometimes) I could not not let that chance pass me by.

‘How could I help her, then, I am in my own world, in my bed, and there are no fairies here.’

The spider smiled. Yes, I know you cannot see a spider’s mouth, and they often don’t smile, but I swear they were smiling.

‘Touch the yarn.’

If a spider, no, The Spider, made of threads and strings, tells you to touch their cobweb, which is golden and known to either teleport you to another world to help a dark fairy, or will immediately kill you, would you do it? Please do note that I was wearing my pajamas and was not ready to do either of these things.

Well? Would you do it?

Yes. Yes of course you would.

At least I did it. Lucky for me, the first thing happened. So there I stood. In my pajamas. In the grass. Next to a great, great lake. Next to La Tisseuse, who wasn’t The Spider anymore.

And next to the Dark fairy…

[ryker-writes]

Hello Ryker! Congratulations on 1.2k! This is the first time anon request in anything ever. So I'm sorry if I did this incorrectly and if I added too much information 🙏 But I would like you to matchmake my oc!

Physical appearance : 168 cm (as tall as Kalim), they have tan skin, shot black messy hair, black almond eyes, tooth gap, wears oversized teal jacket over their uniform, a scar near the corner of their right eye, wears oversized grey jacket, also they have eyebags and hooked nose

Likes :

They love getting up early so they could go on a morning run in the open field for fresh air while also foraging through the woods nearby Ramshackle, making new recipes out of the ingredients they find and surprisingly it's good ( their specialty is frying up chicken of the woods mushroom ). Adding on they love gathering trinkets and any unused materials to make new pieces of art!

And they also love musicals. They are a huge musical nerd and memorized almost every line and act. Sometimes unconsciously singing and dancing around the room acting like they are one of the musical cast. But other than musicals, they are a big nerd for history and math equally and actually enjoys solving math problems for fun (of course when there is no time limit and they could actually take their time to solve it). They like teaching/helping younger kids or classmates with subjects they are still confused about!

Dislikes :

They hate seeing others being mistreated despite not knowing them personally. They won't hesitate to confront the mistreatment and doesn't care if it would potentially cause a physical fight. Hates dark cramped places ( they have claustrophobia ). Despite loving all creatures (even insects, they wouldn't even hurt a fly or even a cockroach) they despise leeches.

Hobbies :

They have a lot of hobbies, tend picking up new stuff to indulge to when they got bored with the usuals. But their main is still drawing (whether it'd be digital or painting on the canvas), singing, playing the piano (or sometimes guitar or flute too), and running.

More info :

They are a yuu. They are a model student back in their world despite not being in the top 10 ranks. Bad at forming the right words to say so they tend to show it through their actions. Honest to fault. Still looks calm and collected when faced with a crisis. They will find new ways to save or earn money. Street smart and very independent. Despite their weak physique, they can endure any harsh environment or training. Addicted to caffeine and sleep deprived please someone tell them to sleep

Love language :

Physical affection and acts of service

They don't have any preferences so just go wild >:D

Thank you so much anon! I know you meant actual leeches for the dislikes but my brain automatically read it as the tweels lmao

"Welcome in dear anon! I'm happy to deliver your match for you. I need you to hear me out, but I got a strong feeling for this one.

Ever since I started reading it just screamed Jack as a good match."

tall and smol

the two of them definitely go on runs together at real early hours of the morning

I see Jack wanting to go foraging with them and adding to the little trinket collection

Jack isn't much of a musical person himself, but he loves to watch and listen to them sing and dance

it's like something magical to him that he could just sit there and watch all day

whenever he sees them helping teach others and kids he falls more in love

Jack is great with kids and will help them any way he can

they dislike the same things when it comes to how people treat others!

he is also so careful about making sure they're never in a dark cramped space

and if they somehow end up in one, Jack will be there to help and support them any way he can

I said it already but Jack loves just watching them do their hobbies like drawing or singing

he really loves how different they guys are and how both of them go well together despite having different hobbies and everything

Jack loves their honesty and the two of them communicate very well

both of them place a higher value in actions over words and struggle to form words

light physical affection and acts of service all the way!

Jack is such an acts of service boy both giving and receiving

both of them are honestly so cute in the mental image I have and honestly couple goals

he only chooses one partner for life so I hope they go well together!

[blanketempress]

Anton multiples of 5, Enzo multiple of 3, Arzel everything else.

I'm just going to ignore your attempt at making me do math and answer with whichever character I think is more interesting <3

What memory would your OC rather just forget?

Arzel : killing his boyfriend in a frenzy

What's something about your OC that people wouldn't expect just from looking at them?

Lorenzo : He’s a pretty good physical fighter. Not the best, but he’s good. People expect him to give out orders and have goons and use magic but his first instinct is to run headfirst into the fray

What is your OC's fatal flaw? Are they aware of this flaw?

Arzel : bleeding heart. You look at him with sad eyes and he wants to help you out. It already brought him a lot of trouble, so he's aware of it, but there's nothing he can/wants to do about it

When scared, does your OC fight, flee, freeze or fawn?

Anton : freeze then flee (nobody is surprised)

How far is your OC willing to go to get what they want?

Lorenzo : as far as it takes. The list of what he's unwilling to do to himself and to others is shorter than the list of things he's willing to do to get what he wants

How easily could your OC be convinced to do something that goes against their moral compass?

Anton : almost impossible, he'd rather like you to kill him instead. Good thing his moral compass is pretty weak

What's one way your OC has changed since you first came up with them?

all my OCs pop fully formed into my head, I just have to get to know them but they don't change

Would your OC ostensibly be able to get away with murder?

Lorenzo : he worked as a ghoul for 5 years and he has a spell to turn corpses into dust, he's VERY good at it

Do you have a specific lyric or quote which you associate with your OC?

not really but I have a voice claim for Arzel : A Hull full of Oil and Bone by Listing Ship

What's an AU that would be interesting to explore with your OC?

Anton : SHOVELHEAD ANTON AU

What is your OC's weapon of choice? Have they ever actually used it?

Arzel : his fists. He's very good at hand to hand combat yeah

Is your OC self-destructive? In what ways?

Lorenzo : kind of but he’s not aware of it. He almost died a couple times pushing himself way over his limits due to being full of hubris

How does your OC want to be seen by other characters?

Arzel : oh he's VERY concerned about the image he gives out. He wants to be seen as a Blue Blood, as someone reliable and non threatening but powerful nontheless, he wants to make everything he does look effortless, he's a bit vain like that. He has a some insecurities due to his origins and his lack of education, he does his best to hide them

Does your OC have a faceclaim? If so, who?

nope

What is your OC's pain tolerance like?

Lorenzo : extremely high. He'll shrug off pain and fight until he can't get back up

What is the worst thing you have put your OC through story-wise?

Anton : his entire life sucks so fucking bad I can't even pick I'm sorry Anton. Getting killed wasn't even the most traumatizing thing on the list.

Is your OC more cold and detached or up close and personal?

Lorenzo : both. He’s very cold and keeps everyone at arm’s length (or even further away if he can), but he takes everything very personally

How does your OC behave when enraged?

Arzel : it's pretty hard to enrage him, but he is a pretty proud man, and very Ventrue. He does give warnings that he's getting pissed, you do get a chance or two to back down, but if you don't take it, he might decide to tear off your limbs about it, depending on the setting.

Does your OC have a tendency to get jealous? If so, how does this manifest?

Lorenzo : he doesn’t know it himself because he’s Lorenzo but he actually feels inadequate in his relationships. He feels as if he can't offer anything to his friend/partner. So if he sees someone getting along better he gets jealous but it only translates in him clamming up and distancing himself.

Does your OC have any illnesses or disorders? How do they handle it?

Anton : he's malkavian so. it's a cocktail of things. He handled things by getting high when he was human, now he copes by getting himself into toxic situations/relationships. Therapy never really did anything for him

What character alignment would you consider your OC to be?

this is vtm, everyone is a flavor of chaotic or evil if not both

What emotion is the hardest for your OC to process? How about express?

Arzel : not exactly an emotion, but knowing he has failed is the hardest thing for him to process. Failing expectations in general. On the other hand, he's pretty alright at expressing himself and his emotions

What is an alternative life path your OC might have gone down? How different would their life be if they'd made those decisions?

Lorenzo : he almost became a mage, he even had a few astral journey dreams, though he has absolutely no idea. His family prevented that from happening by ghouling then embracing him. Unsurprisingly he would've still been a necromancer

What is your favorite thing about your OC?

Anton : I think it's pretty fun to play a pathetic little man

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the ask meme thing but only prime numbers

asking me to know MATH? a pox on your house!!!!! (if i get these wrong shh no i didnt)

1. Museum date or aquarium date? Why?

aquarium! i just really want to stare at the fishies. also the new england aquarium's octopus is a buddy.

3. Name a subject/topic you know a lot about.

oh god um. i dont know much about anything tbh. but get me to go off about house plants and i can NOT shut up.

5. What’s something most people love that you hate?

this is specific but its on my mind rn. that book 'where the crawdads sing' suuuuuuucked. but they made a movie of it?! taylor swift loved it?! like??

7. If you could create ANY mix-up or mythical animal and have it be brought to life, what would it be?

those little animals in spy kids 2, specifically the pig with wings. but frankly there are so many magical animals currently in our world.

11. What is your favorite Studio Ghibli film and why?

i havent seen all of them but its obviously totoro. wait i want to change my previous answer. i want totoro to be real.

13. Have you ever self-harmed?

ugh, yeah, but in a fake way. its complicated.

17. Is there something you currently want, that you can’t have?

i want to go to the eras tour sooooo bad. i know thats not probably what this question is about but like. i want it so bad. i have so much fomo :( this feels like a historic concert i'm missing

19. Think of the last film you watched. Who was your favorite character in it?

honestly it was mission impossible fallout and my favorite character is henry cavill bc he's my superman

23. What is something you are most confident about?

hm. my legs are pretty good.

How about something you're really insecure about?

ugh i dont do insecurities anymore. i mean i obviously do but i dont give them a voice. so i'm dodging this question.

29. Do you find smoking unattractive?

sorry no but january jones with a cig and a gun is so hot. i dont make the rules.

31. What is the 10th picture in your phone gallery?

all the fabric swatches i was deciding between for my bridesmaids

37. What's the best advice anyone has ever given you?

"life begins at the end of your comfort zone" which is fine advice but i also make a little joke about it in all my interviews and it thus far has a pretty decent success rate. so.

39. What's your favorite lyric from your favorite song right now?

i dont know spanish but shakira's diss track is on repeat rn. that line thats like 'a she-wolf like me isn't for guys like you' (but in spanish) hits

41. Is it true that if you can't love yourself, you can't love another?

oooh meaty. no i dont think thats right. you can absolutely love another even if you hate yourself. but i think its hard to get what you deserve if you dont have some level of self respect. ideally you love someone who will respect and love you anyway and you can build your own self respect and self love on that. but its risky

43. What time of the day feels the most magical to you?

morning. i hate mornings and am not a morning person but when i AM awake early its sooo magical. the birds and stuff.

47. Do you think you'd make a good teacher? Why or why not?

hmmmmm. i have been a good teacher in the past. there was a long period of time that i think i would not have been a good teacher. i think its better now but i still dont think i could do it for real as a career. i need to be able to phone it in sometimes and that sounds hard if you're a teacher.

i think those are prime numbers. dont tell me if i'm wrong

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hi i’m not sure if you’ve answered this before but i’m shifting to winx club and i’m in the middle of scripting alfea cause i’m making it a college instead of a boarding school. i kinda wanna know a little more about the classes you took there and such.

like what was your schedule like? were the classes hard? what kind of exams did you guys have? is griselda as mean in real life? did you guys take a history of magic class and if so is there anything interesting that you learned about the magic dimension through that class? also in the show, Brandon, sky, riven, etc. all had dragons. do you have one of your own or were they only for specific people?

i’m so sorry if this is a lot and you don’t have to answer all of this if you don’t want to. it might be boring to answer but you’re the first winx club shifter i’ve ever seen and i’m so interested in the small details of peoples drs😭

AHHH I don't mind at all I love talking about my Winx DRs!! Okay, I'm just gonna go down the list and hopefully this helps! Standard disclaimer that I'm only describing the realities I experienced and that you'll likely shift somewhere else so if there's anything you don't like in my answer, don't worry too much.

For Alfea specifically, we started the day somewhat early! We woke up around 5-6 am and they served breakfast from 6 am to 9 am (sometimes they closed early). First class started anywhere from 6:30 to 10 am depending on your schedule. Most classes lasted about 45 minutes to an hour although there were some that were technically two hours (they typically split those up so we had breaks in between). Lunch/dinner is more of a free for all so they start serving it at like 10 am and keep going till everyone's in bed. Classes stop anywhere from noon to 2 pm! Sometimes they lasted longer if we were doing something special but our days were usually pretty short. We had to be in our dorms by 9 pm and lights out by 10 pm! Although since you aren't gonna be living there, that doesn't really matter hahah

The classes weren't particularly hard for me but there were definitely students who had more trouble. Alfea classes and lessons can typically be divided into "in-house classes/lessons" and "hands-on classes/lessons". In-house classes/lessons are classes/lessons where you're just sitting at a desk and taking notes. In these ones, you're usually not performing a spell or making a potion, but instead learning the basics and what-to-dos of it. Meanwhile, hands-on classes/lessons are literally what they sound like. These are classes/lessons where you're actually doing something and not just taking notes or reading a chapter. This can range anywhere from spells, potions, flying, practical exams, etc. Most classes have a mix of these lessons (except for classes like history or math where you can't actually do something).

Exams were separated in the same way! You had written exams and practical exams. Practical exams were always more fun since you weren't just sitting at a desk. And there were exams for literally every class, so def prepare for that.

Griselda being "mean" is kind of a yes and no. She's not mean in the sense that she would insult you or make you feel bad on purpose because she never did that. But she was "mean" in the sense that she was extremely strict, had really high standards for everyone, and was fairly blunt with students who messed up. She gave out a lot of punishments (detention, cleaning, early bed, etc) and she wasn't afraid to scold you in front of other students. So yeah,,, yes and no. All the other teachers are fairly nice so I feel like it's not too bad?

And yes we did take a History of Magix class! We actually had that for multiple years since there's a lot to cover. Not to sound like one of those people, but I really enjoyed learning about the different wars. I also really liked learning how magic came to be, how different cultures approached it and used it, how magic mixed with culture, etc. It was also really interesting learning about how all the different planets learned about each other's existence and how they established a connection! Honestly, there's just so much to learn about Magix and it's all really fun if you like history!

So in canon and in my DRs, the dragons were specific to Red Fountain! Not every specialist has a dragon but most people in the "knight" specialty do. The dragons typically only bond to one person, although them bonding to more than one person can happen if those people are very close (lovers, best friends, family, etc). Red basically has a history in dragon wrangling and protection. The dragons you see in the show that are bonded to them were actually endangered! Red was tasked with the protection of the species and it worked since they aren't endangered anymore but also slightly backfired because they got so used to people that they now prefer to be around people. They're classified as "working animals" now :) Similar to horses I guess? But don't worry! I scripted out all kinds of abuse, including animal abuse, so they're treated very well in my DR. If you want a dragon yourself, I would just script that Alfea has the dragons too (and that you can bond with one).

And don't worry about sending a lot of questions! My Winx DRs are very dear to me so I love sharing them 🥰

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Anyone else ever think about what a new sonic story book game would be like? Cause I do. Arthurian legend and the Arabian Nights are amazing subjects to base a game on in general but nothing really compares to them.

There's only so many story collections you can compile to try to compare to those two, first one that comes to mind for me is robin hood, but it feels a bit to similar to the story of King Arthur, at least in time period.

For context, if you don't know the story book games there all about Sonic being magiced into different story books in order to help people and stuff. He's always summoned by a human girl with pink hair, though her role changes depending on the book; in sonic and the black night she was Merlin's granddaughter whilst in sonic and the secret rings she was a genie.

Anyway, I think putting him in robbing hood could be really cool! The pink haired girl who would be maid Marian, just cause they're always either the villan or linked to the villan and maid Marian is related to the bad King. Instead of being about "what makes a knight/hero" and the chivalry stuff, its more about mortality. With the whole "Stealing from the rich, giving to the poor" stuff it make sense. Sonic could take the good kings place but that's a bit to close to SatBK so making him robbing hood works better, not sure what super evil the the villan would have or how he'd be summoned there tho.

Another idea I had is the nutcracker, we take it a different direction where sonic is slowly turning into a tree and he has to defeat the rat king to remove the curse and leave the story. The pink girl would either be the sugar plum fairy, a sugar plum fairy or claira. I think making her a sugar plum fairy who needed protection from a rat horde works well and we could have this twist with them stopping the rat king only to learn the sugar plum fairy queen was behind the curse and now she has to be stopped. Fun little parallels we love.

Last idea is a lot roughter; just slap him into a mythos. Greek, Norce, Egyptian, Asian, etc. All of them would be really fun! Plus I could make sonic in god of war jokes! The pink girl would probably be a profet, minor goddess or magical thing. The greek one would 100% have some thing to do with the Trojan war, or the after math of it. Norce would be Ragnorock, so the good end is destroying the story which is so fun! Egyiption and Asian I know a lot lest about, but I'm thinking something to do with the death God after he first died for Egypt and riffing off of journey to the west for Asia (I know I'm lumping mythoses by saying Asia but I don't know a lot about them and there all the same content so sorry).

But yeah, heres my late night musings. I doubt well ever get a storybook game again, not overly sad about it tbh, but I just think exploring these sorts of things are fun!

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Okay @moonzie-is-a-dollophead, I asked you if you had read anything by Brandon Sanderson, like, months ago, and then forgot to respond when you wrote back (I'm so sorry). Here is my reply:

This is so exciting! Moonzie, Brandon Sanderson (I’ll refer to the ninja cabal as a single entity to make this easier) is a fantasy author who has written many types of masterfully built magic systems and plots. HIs books are all as eye-opening as Alcatraz vs., but perhaps not as amusing. And he’s written a LOT of books. If you take my advice, you have three jumping off points into his various universes. 

The Cosmere - his main collection of works. Each series is set on a different planet with its own cultures, geography, and magic systems. They are mind-blowingly rich and complex, with different plots and struggles. The magic systems are like nothing you’ve ever seen before. They use math, limitations, and overarching themes to stand out. The books are all loosely connected and there's this one insufferable guy who makes a cameo in all of them. He’s a lot like older Alcatraz, now that I think about it. If you want to start here, Mistborn or Elantris would be a good place to start.

The Cytoverse - A universe that consists of three books and a few novellas, currently. The fourth and final book is going to come out in a few months. It’s a sci-fi fantasy series set in the far future, with spaceships and intergalactic politics. There is some sciencey magic involved in later books. The main character is this fierce 4’6” girl who wants to fly more than anything, and it’s narrated in first person. This is a good series. 

The Reckoners - It’s set on Earth, but society has fallen. Ten years ago, superheroes appeared practically overnight. But they were no heroes. Using their powers, they dismantled the world order and rule over city-states. The Epics (supers) are cold and cruel, and almost impossible to kill. But it can be done. The book follows a young man named David Charleston, who has made killing Epics his obsession. He’s smart and a good shot, and very, very bad at metaphors.

Hope this helps! Sorry it’s taken me so long.