doomstarmagician

[doomstarmagician]

He smiled warmly at his friend, while he was still getting used to the newer celebrations, it was hard to miss what today was. So he presented a gift of juice boxes and a staff that was made from an old, gnarled and ancient tree, the wood twisted and unearthly looking. It had been a trusted walking stick for himself, and now perhaps it might be a good companion to his friend, should he ever need it.

Oh, and there was a box for Noctua that contained a new perch and a small little cape to match Doom.

@nexusinpacem

He was going to have juice boxes for weeks at this rate, and that filled him with more happiness than he cared to admit. Stashing those aside for now, he turned his attention on the staff presented to him. Old and worn, yet still sturdy and strong; Doomstar had to catch himself from making a joke about his own age.

Did you think he might need assistance with walking soon, Maha?

The truth was… anything could happen so rather than eating his words in the future, he settled with words of genuine appreciation instead. “You made this, didn’t you? It might actually come in handy sooner than later these days, haha! Thank you Maha.”

Picking up the other box, careful hands opened it to revel a new perch and small cape for Noctua, lord owl of the house. And something about that made Doomstar more excited than anything else. He and his bird would match.

Lord Noctua may have been blind, but he was the perfect picture of contentment all the same. Why, he wouldn’t mind the cape at all while he sat on his comfy new perch.

[doomstarmagician]

Giggling like a dummy

[doomstarmagician]

Oh goodness it's a Yugi! And he's here with a gift basket of various snacks: cookies, brownies, muffins, and of course juice boxes. As well as a nicely wrapped box that held a crystal ball that was dark as a void and flecked with inclusions that looked like stars, a small round piece of space. "Merry Christmas!" He smiled at his friend.

@game-weaver

Well goodness gracious, have we been blessed by the fae’s presence today? What good fortune this surely is. You see, Yugi, you had him with the snacks to begin with, if the way his eyes widened as he honed in on the juice boxes and brownies specifically was anything to go by. But color him surprised all the same; seeing the neatly wrapped box filled him with the anticipation of what could possibly be inside.

He carefully tore the wrapping paper away from the box, careful not to shred it entirely, and lifted the lid to reveal the gorgeous crystal ball. It was like staring into the abyss with how dark it was, but the starry-like inclusions were dazzling against the void’s surface. Lifting the crystal ball out of the box he cradled it close, hands careful against the smooth surface.

“Haha! It’s like you rounded out a perfect sphere straight out of space. I love it, Yugi. Thank you so much, and happy holidays.”

A quick sip from the first juice box, and then he asked, “Do you have any plans today?”

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[doomstarmagician]

Doom, during smoochies: smooth as heck, receptive, a little charmer.

Canon Doom in his main verse:

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🌿 if you're still doing them >:]

Meme | @airxn

The Gear Shift had been buzzing with its patrons in fine form today, and while this was the magician’s first time visiting for a short while, he couldn’t help but pause to take in the sights and sounds around him. Food and drink galore, a little drunken merriment, music he barely recognized somewhere in the background, it wasn’t a bad little gig at all. Shame he wouldn’t be able to stay longer; but such was his agenda for the day. Here one moment, gone the very next.

In his hands he cradled a gift bag. Its contents couldn’t be more different from one another. Suspended within a jar and sealed with magics not of this lifetime was a moon rock suspended in stardust. Were there antigravity parameters in place to enable such an oddity? Who knew…? Good stars never revealed their secrets. In a small satchel next to the jar were small chocolates, something called Hershey’s Kisses, evidently a hot commodity in the candy world. The tag on the ribbon handle read:

To: Airin

From: Your Intergalactic Pal ✩

What he had not expected, though in hindsight did not mind, was what happened next. For a brief moment, Doomstar wholly forgot about mistletoe shenanigans, so when he approached the table and was met with that nervousness and a rush of explanation, he couldn’t help the lighthearted chuckle to hopefully ease the mood.

‘ This... is just tradition. It's whatever, okay? ’

Cheeks cradled in Airin’s hands, there was the warmth of a peck, finished as quickly as it had come. And that was fine, the magician was about as unbothered as one could get. It was exactly as Airin declared, just tradition.

“Peace, my friend. No offense taken at all.” He assured, tone smooth and light to help alleviate the uncertainty or lingering nervousness. Yet in the spirit of tradition, it would not do for the sentient star to fall short, what with the mistletoe being right there. Leaning in for a moment, and with a gentle swiftness to match Airin’s, Doomstar returned the cheek kiss with one of his own. Simple, light, and for the upkeep of festivities. Still, he beamed a bright smile when he pulled away.

“See? No harm, no foul. But I’m actually here because I got you something! We’ve looked up at the stars together a couple of times already and it got me thinking. I figured I should do something before I travel into the next realm for who knows how long. Happy holidays, Airin.”

[doomstarmagician]

Evidently I don’t know how to write short kissing scenes. But I’m COOKING.

[doomstarmagician]

🌿

Meme | @mahoushojoumonster

To no one’s surprise, the holiday festivities had swept through the Spirit World; comical as it was considering these were adopted human traditions. But they were fun, and brought a whole lot of joy to anyone who involved themselves. So why not? Neither Mana or Doomstar were spared from the cheery atmosphere, and perhaps they didn’t want to be. A chance to spoil his beloved… why, he’d be ashamed to do anything less for her.

And that was how they’d ended up here, in the middle of a bustling town center alight with a kaleidoscope of colorful lights, wreaths and ribbons adorning buildings and sidewalk lamps alike, carolers singing just within the nearby park’s outskirts, and the large pine tree in the center of it all, beautifully decorated in garland and ornaments and lights with a bright star shining at the very top. The chill in the air was little consequence in the face of the wintery magic surrounding them.

Hand in hand they walked down the bustling sidewalks, pausing to see the different vendor booths and their wares, even picking up a few things along the way. Might as well, they justified, as a little treat of course. They took pictures together in front of the decorated tree, they stopped for snacks and warm drinks to stave off the growing cold, and it was only when the sun fully dipped below the horizon and night blanketed the land that they realized it might be time to head back home.

It would be so easy to simply warp, but what fun would that bring when they could instead cut through the park that was just as beautifully lit up as the town center? Steps unhurried, they approached an arched bridge in the center of the park that housed a small, frozen pond beneath it. Starry eyes happened to catch a glimpse of a small green plant hanging from the light post that cast a gentle glow over the bridge, and he couldn’t stop the smile that formed even if he wanted to. He knew the meaning behind it, and counted his blessings for finding it.

Could anyone expect him to resist the temptation to carry out such a fun, silly tradition?

When they reached the top of the arch, Doomstar paused and gently pulled on Mana’s hand, urging her to stop with him. He gestured to the mistletoe above him, and though he knew what her answer would be, he would still be a gentleman and ask his lady’s permission.

Of course you can, Darling Star. she told him, and that was all the permission he needed.

He gently took her hand in his, pressing his lips to her wrist, then down to her palm, and then to the back of her hand. But he didn’t stop there. With butterflies in his stomach and a rush of affection, he gently grabbed her sides and pulled her close. He lifted his head enough to press a gentle kiss to her neck, and moved higher still. Her forehead, then down to her cheeks, even the tip of her nose, and finally her lips. Soft and warm and lingering Doomstar poured everything he had into that kiss under the mistletoe, and it was only when they pulled away that he saw the blush on her cheeks that surely matched his own.

“My Best Girl, you deserve this. You deserve all of this and so much more. I hope you know that, always.”

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 🌿 @nexusinpacem ((because I'm at work and too lazy to switch accounts but you KNOW I had to))

Meme | @nexusinpacem

He was far giddier than he probably should have been, evident in the way Doomstar was practically bouncing on his feet in anticipation. Plans were carefully laid out in his mind, but the execution of such was going to be tricky. The holidays were here and while Christmas was a foreign holiday to both himself and Maha, that didn’t stop the ancient one from wanting to pick and choose what fun he wanted to have with it. He had ventured outside in the evening, scouring the evergreens for a small plant that was evidently rich in festive tradition.

“Now where… aha! There you are.” He murmured, excitement barely contained within his words.

Small wisps of stardust and shadow lapped at his ankles and skittered across his legs, carrying him high into the branches for that one, tiny plant that would surely bring a warm smile to Maha’s face. The mistletoe was carefully plucked and cradled in Doomstar’s hands. Yes, this one plant would be the delight of the night.

Come evening, the kitchen was alight with the sizzle of food, the scent of bread in the oven, and even the sweetness of dessert. Between the two magicians, they knew how to throw down on a meal. The way his stomach growled, it brooked no argument. Every so often he stole glances up at one of the wooden beams along the ceiling, smiling to himself as the mistletoe, adorned with a bow and tiny bells, hung above them. Once they caught a break in their culinary adventure, Doomstar handed a mug of warm apple cider to Maha and sipped at his own. With one final glance directly up above them, he couldn’t hold back any longer.

“You see that up there?” His voice was soft, inviting the monk to look directly above their heads. “I remember you told me a while back you weren’t sure of the meaning behind it and why people fretted over it. There’s a tradition behind it. I think you might like it.”

Before his cherished one could inquire its meaning, Doomstar leaned in and brought his lips to Maha’s. A tender kiss, warm and soft and lingering just a touch longer than usual. And after a moment, he took Maha’s hand in his and kissed the back of it. A reverent gesture, but one filled with all the sincerity Doomstar could pull from the bottom of his heart. Why explain the meaning when he could just show Maha?

And when he finally pulled away, just to see his reaction, the magician of stars beamed excitedly.

“You see? Isn’t that worth celebrating?”

[doomstarmagician]

I took myself a nap, somehow it’s already mid afternoon wtf, my store’s alarm service woke me up because someone tried to break in so I had to deal with that, but I am HERE to look at my inbox and do mistletoe thingies and gift stuff 👀

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Whew papi I’m home and tucked into bed, I have three more mistletoe things to get through but I wanna do them tomorrow on Christmas as a lil gift to you guys. (I’m also tired as a motherf- so I eep soon).

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🌿 greetings n Salutations

Meme | @volcania

Things like this, silly festivities and traditions, weren’t supposed to surprise him. The magician of stars was old, ancient by modern standards, and he had told himself he had seen it all before. Today was proving him wrong though, in every right way possible; and strangely enough, there was a sense of contentment that settled deep in his chest.

Perhaps it was the star’s alignment that set them down this path, the magician and the dragon knight side by side. Settled under a mistletoe at the same time, was it coincidence or… were the stars having their fun?

Doomstar didn’t know, nor did he have the time to dig deeper just yet. No, he couldn’t have tried to. He was living in the moment, and Volga’s subtle clearing of his throat was enough to ensnare the star’s attention wholly and without interruption. And there was a gentleness in the warrior’s tone that brought a sense of peace and understanding. A subtle reassurance that, no matter what Doomstar chose to do, it was going to be okay.

‘ if this is as close as i may get to ever kissing someone akin to a constellation, then i can be grateful that we walked right under it at the same time. ’

Silly rules of the mistletoe aside, it was what Volga concluded that made Doomstar make up his mind. Confidently, readily, he knew his answer. There may have been no curse if he chose not to partake, but that didn’t matter. The real disservice would be to let the opportunity to slip through his fingertips like so many sands of time already had.

The magician smiled then, and with stars in his eyes he made his move. It would be easier to float so that Volga need not lean down as much, and would ensure both of their comfort. Wisps of stardust and shadow lap at his ankles, carrying him up enough so that he was eye level with the dragon himself. And with careful, yet decisive movement, Doomstar captured Volga’s lips in a gentle kiss. It was warm, but it was meaningful. At least, he felt it was. A kiss from a constellation, Volga had mentioned. Cosmos kissed he shall be.

“I’ve no desire to tell you no. One may even wager the stars aligned for it,” he murmured as he pulled away only a little, still smiling as he did. “And if that is the case, then I hope it is a wish granted. Night’s blessings, Volga.”

[doomstarmagician]

Send 🌿 to accidentally get caught under the mistletoe with my muse.

[doomstarmagician]

🌿 what if, as the cool kids say hehe B)

🌿 give volga a kissu , god dammit .

traditions such as this one were meant to last across time and space . surviving logic and history . it's such a small detail to notice , the mistletoe that comfortably hangs right above the pair .

it appeared that volga noticed it first . would it be sacrilege not to honor such tradition ? or perhaps just rude ? either way , it didn't seem right to act before asking .

a subtle clear to his throat to get doomstar's attention , volga gestured upwards for the plant to be noticed .

" i don't think there's a curse for ignoring what we're supposed to do now . . . but i won't take offense should there be a lack of interest . " simple as that . if he wanted to engage in it , volga could live with that . if not , it was just the same .

" though , i have to say . . . if this is as close as i may get to ever kissing someone akin to a constellation , then i can be grateful that we walked right under it at the same time . "