#* time to cast a spell / starter call.

[bookished]

( a collection of starters. adjust phrasing as necessary.) feel free to make edits to better suit your muse, but please don’t edit or add on to the original post ♡ if you like, please consider supporting me through tips

"Every time you laugh, butterflies appear. It's beautiful, but… are you aware that you're standing in a swarm right now?"

"I know this sounds crazy, but ever since we kissed, I can see everyone's auras. Yours is the brightest I've ever seen."

"Wait, you're telling me that every time I blush, a flower blooms somewhere in the city? No wonder the parks have been so colorful lately…"

"I didn't mean to read your mind, I swear! It just happens when I touch someone's hand. So… you really feel that way about me?"

"Ever since we met, time slows down when we're together. I thought it was just a saying, but my watch literally runs slower around you."

"You know how I said I collect memories in bottles? Well, I accidentally opened our first date, and now the entire apartment smells like that coffee shop."

"I can't explain it, but whenever you're sad, it rains. Only around you. We need to figure this out because I can't keep carrying an umbrella everywhere."

"So, let me get this straight. Every time we argue, we switch bodies until we make up? That explains a lot about this morning…"

"I know it's odd, but trust me. When we hold hands, we can walk through walls. Want to try sneaking into the movie theater?"

"Remember when I said my grandmother was a witch? Well, she cast a spell, and now every text I send you appears as a constellation in the sky. Look up."

"I swear, every time you laugh, the streetlights flicker. It's like they're in love with you too."

"Every time you walk into a room, the air smells like rain, just before it falls."

"Did you notice the stars rearrange themselves when we first met?"

"The ocean called your name again last night. It sounded worried this time."

[goodnightmemes]

THE CRAFT (1996) SENTENCE STARTERS

❛ I can't stay home and watch daytime TV for the rest of my life. ❜

❛ The almanac says today will bring an arrival of something. ❜

❛ We need someone to call out the corners-- north, south, east and west. ❜

❛ I am sorry. My defenses are up. People here have been really rude to me. ❜

❛ He comes on to anything with tits. ❜

❛ Everything in nature steals, you know. Big animals steal from little ones. ❜

❛ Maybe you're a natural witch. Your power comes from within. ❜

❛ I had a dream about you. In my dream, you were dead. ❜

❛ Man invented God. This is older than that. ❜

❛ Do you guys worship the devil? ❜

❛ Sometimes I will want it to rain, and a pipe will burst in my room and it will just get flooded. Or I will want it just to be quiet, and I will wish for it, and I will go deaf for three days straight. ❜

❛ Nothing makes everything all better again. ❜

❛ Maybe he was just trying to save face then... because... he's going around the whole school saying that... you're the lousiest lay he's ever had. ❜

❛ Why'd you lie about me? ❜

❛ Look, I don't want to go out with you again. Okay? Please stop begging. It's pathetic. ❜

❛ She's gonna cry, and then I am gonna cry. We're all gonna cry. ❜

❛ You girls watch out for those weirdos. ❜

❛ We are the weirdos. ❜

❛ Did you tell your friends? That you're a lying sack of shit. ❜

❛ Did you ever play that game, light as a feather, stiff as a board? ❜

❛ I think she doesn't want to be white trash any more. And I told her, "You're white, honey. Just deal with it." ❜

❛ Ever since I was a little girl I said, “All I want in life is a juke box that plays nothing but Connie Francis records.' ❜

❛ It's just that I can't stop thinking about you. I don't know why, but I think I love you. ❜

❛ I don't know what's happening to me. I can't eat. I can't sleep. ❜

❛ When you open a floodgate, how do you undo it? You unleash something with a spell. There is no undoing. It must run its course. ❜

❛ You should let him suffer. ❜

❛ It's not for you to judge suffering. ❜

❛ True magic is neither black nor white. It's both because nature is both. Loving and cruel, all at the same time. The only good or bad is in the heart of the witch. ❜

❛ Whatever you send out you get back times three. ❜

❛ You want to invoke the spirit? You must be experienced to do this. It's very dangerous. ❜

❛ You know, the serpent is a very powerful being. You should respect it. ❜

❛ Listen, all I am saying is I think it's enough already. ❜

❛ I know you think we're getting what we want now, but it's going to come back to us threefold. ❜

❛ Are we actually having a theological conversation here? ❜

❛ I mean, it's fun, it's scary. I mean, who gives a shit? ❜

❛ Stop trying to win them over, because it won't work. ❜

❛ How do you know what I look like? We're talking on the phone. ❜

❛ I disagreed with them once, and they turned their backs on me. That's not friendship. ❜

❛ Sometimes it's like we're one person. Know what I mean? ❜

❛ You should have seen the look in his eyes. It was so weird. They seemed empty, like it wasn't even him. ❜

❛ You're a witch! They were right. ❜

❛ The only reason you're in love with her is because she cast a spell on you. Sad, but true. ❜

❛ You don't even exist to me! You don't even exist. You are nothing. ❜

❛ The only way you know how to treat women is by treating them like whores! ❜

❛ He's sorry? Oh, he's sorry! He's sorry! He's sorry! Sorry, my ass! ❜

❛ Don't touch me! Everything I touch turns to shit. ❜

❛ You know, in the old days if a witch betrayed her coven... they would kill her. ❜

❛ I know I don't know you very well, but I just didn't know where else to go. ❜

❛ And now, it's like everywhere I turn, they're all around me. No matter what I do, ❛ they're still there. I don't know what to do. ❜

❛ She's inside my dreams. She knows what's going on inside my head. She can read my mind. ❜

❛ I can't control it. I always end up hurting somebody. ❜

❛ You must invoke the spirit. ❜

❛ If it isn’t real then why are you still bleeding? ❜

❛ Run! Run back up to your room like the little coward that you are. ❜

❛ What's going on? Why aren't you dead? ❜

❛ He came to me. Saved me. And he wanted me to give you a message. You're in deep shit. ❜

❛ By the way, what happened to [name]? They rushed out of here without even saying good-bye. That's bad manners. ❜

❛ Relax. It's only magic. ❜

❛ Look. I know I am a little crazy. I don't mean to be. ❜

❛ It all got out of hand, and I am sorry. No more games, okay? ❜

❛ We were just wondering, do you still have any powers? Because we don't. ❜

❛ Hold your breath until I call. ❜

❛ Be careful. You don't want to end up like [name]. ❜

[adara-sakamaki]

♤ - - INTRO POST- - ♤

Blood moon's out tonight. There are witches in the woods. The forgotten child has returned to this gilded cage called home. Abandoned children don't come back for their parents. They return for the younger siblings who weren't thrown out of that golden cage called a home.

Hey everyone! I hope your all having a lovely day!

I'm Adara Sakamaki.

I'm a Vampire, several hundred years old - and I'm a witch!! That's right! I cast spells and brew potions and fly on broomstick. The whole shebang! I even have a Cat! - Her name is Luna and she's the sweetest Kitty ever! - But I won't melt if you splash water on me so don't try that.

Now, you may be wondering - how am I a Sakamaki? - Karlheinz has no daughters. And you'd be wrong in that assumption. Karlheinz is my father, Lady Beatrix is my mother. I was born before Shu and Reiji. But good old Karl didn't want a girl to be his first born (~because stupid politics and sexism~). So instead of raising me in our dear fucked up little family I was thrown away. They didn't want me so I was tossed away and they tried again a few years later for sons - and got Shu and later Reiji.

So - some stuff about me.....

Who raised me? Uncle Richter - he did a good job in my opinion, not the best but not the worst either.

How did I become a Witch? I had a master - someone to teach me! :)

What's my sensuality? I'm Bisexual-!

Am I in a relationship? Nope! I'm comfortably single right now!

What kind of Witch are you? The jack of all trades kind! I can do at least a little bit of every type of magic - I've had many years to study and learn after all. I'm really good with most magics too - there are only a few that are difficult to do for me.

Do I drink blood from Humans? Only if they give me permission on all fronts. I don't like crossing boundaries with the Humans I know - so if they don't want &/or consent to being bitten I won't bite. I get most of my blood from hunting animals.

What are some things I like? Magic obviously. It's amazing. I also love to do art - sketching is my favorite. Skateboarding is something I like and do a lot. I also like reading books of all kinds.

What am I afraid of? Not telling you guys, I know my father is on here and I don't trust him with that information.

'Kay everybody!

Account rules time!

1. No incest/NSFW type asks. - incest is disgusting. Keep that off of my page. Any and all incest asks are going to be deleted. As for NSFW asks I'm not comfortable with those so don't send them. Semi-but-not-fully-NSFW asks should be okay. If I'm uncomfortable with any semi-NSFW asks I simply won't answer them. But bottom line NO NSFW and NO INCEST!!

2. SFW asks can and should be sent in - as well as RP starters. That is the content primarily permitted on this blog.

3. Be friendly / kind to me and Admin in your asks. Needless hate will not be tolerated here. No hating - be kind and show respect and me and admin will do the same in return.

4. All things posted by this blog WILL BE IN CHARECTER FOR ME ADARA unless it is specifically stated otherwise. Adara's personality and hobbies and opinions don't fully match up to Admin's - so basicly we're not the same person and I want people to remember that.

5. Have a good time - this blog is a place to have fun so try to enjoy yourselves.

Okay guys! I think that's all the rules and reminders we need. No need to be restrictive or anything!

THE ASK BOX IS: OPEN

Admin here Huge!

Huge thank you to my friend @bubblespalace for helping me develope and create Adara. She also runs @nephilimcursed

[hosannan]

starter call! {

I suspect with her late coming, she will not be having many takers in this department, (and that's okay!) but just in case... ADDITIONALLY, I welcome any and all asks, and if you'd like Nanna to kick off first, she'd be happy to!! Social butterfly of my heart, really.

🌟IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO PICK UP AN OLD THREAD OR HAVE ME END A THREAD, I WOULD LOVE TO BY THE WAY............ I do not mind and I love closure.

BL Mission Task Board (needs BL)

🏰- New building materials are being shipped as donations from various noble houses to help with the reconstruction effort, but those materials need to actually be moved to the right areas! [Grants Heavy Armor +1] - a princess she is, delicate she is not. she's got two hands and a horse and is ready to move things with you

🐻- Forge-A-Bear - cute... TAKEN BY MAREETA. my childhood friend 🥺 look how we've grown...

🙏 - Listening to confessions and prayers. - miss nanna prays very often for a girl whose faith magic and healing can never seem to improve...

🪄 - Perhaps while you’re in Fhirdiad, it shall be YOU who makes the best new spell this world’s ever seen? [Grants Reason +1] - school of magic. as a tailor, i suspect Nanna's really clever at making designs for sigils and magic circles ala Witch Hat Atelier

🌱 - Get your hands dirty, reworking the soil and planting new seeds for the sake of the monastery’s future self sufficiency, and with it, plant a seed of hope that things shall return to what they once were too… [Grants Gauntlets +1]

💏 - Meet an aspiring thief, a daydreaming cleric, a girl fond of horses, a disheveled widow, or maybe even a clingy old flame of yours. (move in the displaced, meet npcs) - incredibly funny. I also think Nanna would prioritize moving displaced children and people who have lost their homes. but (tapping my head) that just means some of our NPCs are in need of a roof, huh? FE5 army recruitment music

🪵 - carpentry classes - I think she'd want to try. can't promise she'd be good at it, but she's trying so hard! if asked, she could probably tell you about how her fiance could probably chop wood with his eyes closed. or even inebriated. but you know. then there's Nanna, with no axe points.

☔- Clergy members and those working at the School of Sorcery the past month have developed a white magic spell that, when cast, waterproofs a surface and helps protect it from the elements. [Grants Faith +1] - get rained in with nanna! honestly, their conversations can go anywhere: Fall of Garreg, how she's used to being displaced and used to adapting to new homes, how reconstruction is commonplace. she'd even hold both your hands and pull you out in the rain to check if the spell works! TAKEN BY YUZU. w-what do you mean yuzu doesn't believe in magic...

Non-Mission Task Board

[Grants Riding +1] - TAKEN BY LACHESIS. momther! my love, my light, my everything...

🏠- and then they were roommates - since Leif and Nanna are not staying together at the moment (laughing) (laughing) (crying) TAKEN BY ALTENA. sister, sisterhood, my heart for these two ALWAYS

🪓- smithing/durability [Grants Axe +1] - this one is cool because it involves learning how to maintain weapons, and Nanna has experienced another lore where her personal weapon, the Earth Sword, was hit with 0 durability. she'd be very interested in weapon maintenance bc of this and tell you about her crusty old sword that absolutely looks like it should break at any time now. probably tell you about why a princess like her is carrying around this sword that looks like the old earth and gravel TAKEN BY FELIX. felix. felix. have you seen my sword? where did it go?

🐣- baby sitting children - as it says on the can! TAKEN BY SHEZ. what if we had so much love in our hearts...

👀- looking for missing people - as it says on the can!

👁️ - Floating eyeballs with long attachments resembling tendons multiply and guard the land as their new home, striking your party with some invisible psychic force the second you step foot into ‘their’ territory. Find a way to clear the field before the monsters rid it of you. - miss Nanna would like to dust off her sword skills. she actually vastly prefers fighting with the sword over healing... - TAKEN BY MITAMA. oh i love them.... Mitama, a fellow healer...

⚔️ - Funds allocated to this endeavor are tight however, so some haggling with traveling merchants is in order. Some testing might be in order to make sure you’re not getting swindled either, though convincing the merchants could be another ordeal entirely… [Grants Sword +1] - it's no bargain ring, but Nanna, in all her socializing beauty, has gotten really good at haggling. you live in Fiana for long enough and your princess will just pull up her sleeves and try to get 2 silver swords for a small bag of coins. - TAKEN BY DOROTHEA. i think women deserve to know their way around a bargain

[pxsserine]

oh what am i waiting for? a spell to be cast or for it be be broken? at the very last some wild ghost from my past come to split me wide open?

01.DOSSIER — 02.SKELETON — 03.TASKS — 04.STARTERS

quote from "white out" by aurora engle-pratt + art from speculations by sarah meyohas

FACECLAIM — manny jacinto. CHARACTER NAME — dr. jomari aquino. not that he knows the dr part of things. NICKNAME(S) — please just call him jo. he'll also accept robin, but he might take a second to parse it. GENDER/PRONOUNS — cis man, he/him. SEXUALITY — gay. very much so. HEIGHT — 5' 10".

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES — sharp jawline, hair that always seems to be getting in his eyes despite his best efforts, long limbs, a general sense of poise no matter the situation, which is contrasted with the way he seems to need to fidget with something no matter what. also, the way that he genuinely seems to look put together all the time— if you see him ruffled, that's a sign of him trusting you. but even with that, he can't quite escape a vague air of melancholy.

(finally— he has a crescent moon tattoo on his left ribcage, but no one has probably seen that.)

APPEARS (THE AGE AT TIME OF DEATH) — thirty-five. BIRTHDAY — may 10th. PLACE OF BIRTH — jersey city, new jersey. NATIONALITY — american.

FAMILY INFORMATION — his mother was a nurse and his father was a baker. his mother's side of the family was slightly affluent in the philippines, but it didn't factor much into his day to day life. he also had an older sister, mayumi, who half raised him and half was his closest friend for most of his life.

CAUSE OF DEATH — tripped and hit his head while confronting his partner/being told uncomfortable truths about himself.

TRAITS — + cautious, gentle, intelligent. - codependent, obstinate, withdrawn.

LIKES — mid-century modern furniture, 80s ballads, the smell of bread baking, a gentle quiet, wandering through near vane, freshly ironed clothing, artful clutter, sweater vests, dark chocolate, not having people pry into his business.

DISLIKES — the way that memory hangs like a knife over him, stains, when people bluster their way through things, emotional intimacy, the general existence of his bardo, again REALLY hates it when people are wrong but act like they aren't, dishonesty, when something is done wrong when it could have easily been done right, also... genuine mess.

HOBBIES — baking anything and everything, interior decorating (he tends to pretend to go antiquing in near vane), catching up on all of the media that he's forgotten (film, theater, books, music, you name it— the one thing he hasn't quite gotten a handle on his video games), does doing his job count as a hobby? because it genuinely is one for him.

HABITS — drumming his fingers in pattern he can't quite place, idly fixing wrinkles in his clothes and other people's, twisting at his watch (does it work? no. does he still wear one? yes! it feels comfortable for some reason), and he has a tendency to bring his hands or fiddle at the back of his neck when he's nervous.

EXTRAS —

playlist.

pinterest.

CHARACTER TROPES + INSPIRATIONS — ianto jones (torchwood) // a long standing question of the line between kindness and goodness // clear eyed logic // myfanwy thomas (the rook) — "dear you, this body that you're wearing used to be mine" // helen's eidolon // alphonse elric (fma) // the typhoon album "offerings"

MEMES —

MORAL ALIGNMENT — lawful neutral. ZODIAC/NATAL CHART — taurus sun, gemini moon, libra rising. MBTI — INFJ-T. ENNEAGRAM — 5w6.

[roserysttrpggarden]

Hi there~! It's been a long time coming, but here it is, my attempt at reworking the 5e warlock, due to my dissatisfaction with the version presented in One DND (5.5??) feature a whole host of reworked and altered options so you may be the best devil worshiper you can be, the rest of this post shall go over some of the changes made along with my intention behind the changes.

The base class.

For starters, eldritch blast is now a class feature. Simply put, every warlock takes eldritch blast, doesn't matter if you're focused on support, damage, or you're a weapon wielding hexblade, eldritch blast is such a good option, so I might as well give it as a base class feature. Similarly the agonizing blasts ability to add your charisma modifier to its damage rolls was added for similar reasons, skipping over the spellcasting, pact boon and invocation changes, the contact patron feature from the One DND UA was added for thematic purposes, and eldritch master was reworked to instead allow your patron to concentrate on a spell, which yes, does allow you to concentrate on two spells at one (At disadvantage)

Spellcasting.

The One DND warlock features the rather unique ability to choose between intelligence, wisdom or charisma as its casting stat, while I enjoyed the concept I decided to take it a step further by tying your spellcasting ability to the otherworldly patrons themselves, essentially using their spellcasting stat in a way.

Additional changes include you getting your 3rd-level slot at 6th-level as opposed to 11th, cause the highest most dnd campaigns reach are around 10-11th level, and it feels bad having to wait all the way until then just to cast three spells a day, some other changes of note include the warlock being able to ritually cast, and the spells gained from their otherworldly patron are now automatically prepared, rather than added to the warlock spell list. Which i'm not sure why they did that? Unless they though it'd break warlock somehow.

The Pact boons.

Basically every pact boon got upped in power, such as pact of the blade and pact of the chain, alongside them growing in strength when you reach 5th-level, in addition, two new pact boons were added. The first being the Pact of The Gunpowder, based on the Pact of The Trigger by MonkeyDM, its an eldritch blast/cantrip focused pact for those who want to truly commit themselves to the eldritch blast lifestyle, alongside the Pact of The Idol, allowing you to sacrifice your hit dice to perform various features.

Eldritch Invocations.

A selection of (Mostly new) invocations were made for this document, my favorite would have to be the ones given to the pact of the blade. Admittedly in the rush to get this out by the deadline I chose to cut back on the invocations in particular, but who knows, maybe when I get to revising this someday I can add even more invocations to the list.

Subclasses

All of the subclasses were revised in one way or another, but for the sake of time i'll go other three in particular: The Hexblade, The Horror and The Undying. The hexblade is a rather infamous subclass within the DND community in no small part cause of how strong a 1st-level dip is for many characters (Cough, paladin) but the more I looked at it, the more I found myself bored of it. Don't get me wrong the 5e hexblade is rather powerful, but it just doesn't scratch the itch of the cursed item patron, and with hex warriors main drawing being ported over to pact of the blade, reworking was a must. The horror (Originally called the undead) I generally don't have to many issues mechanics wise, in fact it's one of my favorite warlock subclass, my only gripe is cause of how much if steps on the undying toes flavor-wise, speaking of which, the undying is possibly the subclass I had the most fun reworking, transforming it into a tanky summon focused as opposed to....Whatever the original was trying to accomplish.

Along with the revision of old subclasses, three new subclasses are included: The Arcanist, The Dragon and The Evergreen. The arcanist is a pact with a powerful being of magic (Such as an archmage) it allows you to learn wizard spells from your pact magic feature, manipulate your spellcasting and eventually imbue spells into trinkets, the dragon are for those that simply want blast their foes away, you can create bursts of draconic energy, absorb elemental energy and even assume the form of a dragon, lastly the evergreen is for those that couldn't decide if they wanted to be a druid or a warlock, allowing you to create a garden around yourself that damages enemies, alongside implanting magic seeds within your foes and protecting allies within your garden against spells, similar to an ancients paladin.

New spells

Because I like making more work for myself, a handful of new spells are available at the end of the document, so I apologize if they're a bit on the lower end quality wise, but I hope they'll be at least somewhat interesting.

That's about all I wanted to talk about in relation to this rework, keep in mind everything in here is untested, and I encourage anyone reading this to leave any thoughts or constructive criticism they may have. With that in mind, thank you for reading, go out and make something cool.

[exsanguinatc]

closed starter for: @oppulcnce plot: A witch casts a spell to try to get in touch with her ancestors, but it backfires and sends her back in time instead. muse: Poppy Lindholm, 27, witch

It had taken a long time for her to even come to terms with the knowledge that she was a witch. Poppy had always known that she was adopted. Her parents had never hid that from her, telling her that her birth mother had been a friend they'd loved dearly, but they'd kept the particular secret of what else she was all her life. Apparently it had been her mother's wish to keep the truth from her for her own safety until she turned twenty-one and could make the choice if she wanted to pursue her magic or not.

For years, she hadn't wanted to. It had seemed impossible. In the past few months though, she'd taken more of an interest in it. She'd started researching and trying her hand at tapping into her power. It was like when she added something new to her routine in the gym and worked out a muscle she'd never known was there. There was no denying that she was a natural, but she kept feeling like she was hitting a wall. Something was missing.

Which was why she'd performed the spell in the first place. She'd felt confident going into it. Clearly though, something had gone wrong. Halfway through her incantation, the entire world had turned upside down. When it had righted itself, she was in a forest that she certainly didn't know. Of course, her there was no cell service. Her only option had been to start walking, to hopefully break through and find someone to talk to and somewhere she could get a text or call through. She certainly wasn't going to risk trying her magic again.

[avdaciter]

closed starter ; divya irmady

with    lulu macready    @   near station 13   (  @mad3wells  )

  Suffice to say, they’d been getting enough calls at the station to get Divya into a permanent state of stress. Werewolves being angrier than usual, witches casting spells without meaning to… Portum was becoming a mess, and it was making Divya seriously consider–for the first time in her life–moving to another part of the world. Maybe somewhere secluded, where she could still be herself without needing to disclose on why she didn’t age like others.

On her way back home from her stressful and tiring shift, she bumped into Miss Congeniality, herself. Lulu was nice–sometimes, too nice, but that wasn’t for Divya to judge. She was also extremely hot and way more into fashion than the gorgon would ever be.

“Sup Ariel! Looking as hot as ev–er…” Her gaze landed on the mermaid’s legs for a moment there, catching a glimpse of some scales under her skirt, near her knees. “You’re feeling alright?” Divya asked, not wanting to mention the ‘fishy’ activity happening there and end up scaring the other.

[harpershigh]

Plotted starter for Sable @ourwrittenstories

The camp was quiet, bathed in the pale light of a waning moon. Jaheira staggered past the perimeter, her legs heavy as iron, each step showing the day’s toil. Cuts and bruises littered her body, her arms trembling from exhaustion. The Zhents had not made it easy, but she had prevailed — barely. Her spells were spent, her energy depleted, and all she craved was the comfort of rest.

But something felt... wrong.

The emptiness of Sable's bedroll caught her eye immediately. Jaheira froze, her instincts sharpening despite her fatigue. The girl was… gone?

Her heart sank further as she noticed a set of ropes missing from the supplies. A sick feeling coiled in her gut. She remembered the tension that had clung to the camp earlier, the unease about Sable’s state. Had it come to this? Had they been forced to bind her again?

Jaheira began searching. She moved as quietly as her weary limbs allowed, scanning every corner, her breaths shallow with growing dread. It didn’t take long to find the trail — small disturbances in the dirt, leading toward the stable.

She hesitated outside the wooden doors, her hand brushing the frame. Faint noises came from within: a low shuffle, the scrape of something dragging. Jaheira leaned closer, peering through a crack in the door.

Her breath caught.

Sable was there, tied to a wooden pillar. Or rather, she had been tied. The ropes hung loose around her limbs, many chewed through or snapped. The girl’s posture was tense, her body folded over itself as she thrashed against the ropes, her head low, and her breathing ragged. The dim light casted her face in shadow, but the faint sheen of sweat on her skin was visible even from Jaheira’s position.

Jaheira’s grip on the doorframe tightened. This wasn’t good. The binding hadn’t held, and Sable looked far too close to breaking free completely. Whatever struggle had taken place, it wasn’t over.

“Damn it,” Jaheira muttered under her breath, her voice barely above a whisper. She didn’t want to hurt the girl, but she couldn’t risk letting her loose in this state.

Quietly, she pushed the door open, slipping inside, her gaze fixed on Sable. “Sable,” she called softly, her voice calm but firm. “It’s me. Jaheira. I need you to stop. Whatever you’re feeling, whatever’s pulling at you — I need you to fight it, lass. I can’t do this alone tonight.”

She stepped closer, ignoring the way her knees protested. Then, the full picture of Sable’s struggle became horribly clear.

It wasn’t just the ropes.

Sable’s wings — those dark, leathery things that marked her cambion heritage — were practically in tatters. One of them hung limp, a jagged tear running down its length where muscle and sinew had been savagely clawed apart. Blood dripped sluggishly to the ground, pooling beneath her. The other wing was no better; the edges were frayed, and fresh gashes marred its surface where her own fingers had dug in. She was thrashing against the ropes, but not to escape.

She was trying to tear her wings off.

Jaheira’s stomach lurched, and a sharp, involuntary gasp escaped her lips. Sable’s eyes were bloodshot, wild and unseeing, her lips drawn back in a snarl that barely seemed human.

There was no time to think.

Jaheira surged forward, her body moving on instinct, lunging at Sable’s back, throwing one arm around the girl’s torso, throwing them both crashing to the ground. Sable thrashed wildly, her strength frightening even in her weakened state, but Jaheira locked her legs around the girl's waist, anchoring herself.

“Enough!” Jaheira growled, her voice strained as she fought to keep hold of Sable. She brought her arm up and around the girl’s throat, locking it beneath her own bicep, pulling her into a chokehold. It was meant to immobilize, not harm, but even as Jaheira tightened her grip, she felt Sable’s body jerk violently in protest.

The cambion’s wings flailed, one of them brushing Jaheira’s shoulder, slick with blood. Sable let out a guttural scream, twisting and bucking with desperate strength, her nails merciless raking at Jaheira’s arms, her face, her neck, and whatever else she could reach.

“You will stop this madness!” Jaheira barked, her voice breaking with both fury and anguish. She knew she promised herself time and time again that, if it comes to it, she would muster the strength to put the Bhaalspawn down. But now that it actually came to it, she realised that she couldn't. The weight of Sable against her chest and the metallic tang of blood in the air pulled Jaheira into memories she had long buried.

Abdel.

Her arms trembled as she clung to Sable, but for a moment, the one she saw there was him. The once bright, determined eyes turned dark with the Slayer's rage. The way his body had twisted and fought against the ropes she had tied him with so many times before. Each episode more violent than the last. His snarls, guttural and inhuman, haunted her as if they were echoing in the stables now. She could still feel his nails clawing at her arms, his voice roaring in her ears:

"Let me go! — I’ll kill you! I’ll kill all of you!"

She had fought him then, just as she fought now, her heart breaking each time as the man she loved turned into a creature of chaos and death. She had tied him down, held him until exhaustion overcame them both, only to wake later and wonder if it was ever enough. If she had done enough.

And in the end, she hadn’t.

The memory of Abdel collapsing into her arms, lifeless after his final transformation, nearly shattered her resolve. She had failed him, despite all her strength and all her love.

As the present blurred with the past, for one heart-stopping moment, she thought she was holding Abdel again, fighting to save him from himself. Her breath quickened, her grip faltered, and her vision swam as her mind betrayed her.

No.

Not now.

Not again.

Jaheira clenched her teeth and forced herself to focus on the girl in her arms, not in Abdel's ghost. Sable’s bloodied wings, her wild desperation — it was Sable who needed her now.

With a shuddering breath, Jaheira willed the memories back, locking them behind the mental walls she had spent years fortifying.

She couldn’t fall apart now.

She wouldn’t.

“Do you hear me?” She muttered, her voice low and firm as she pressed her forehead against the back of Sable’s head. “You are not dying tonight. Not while I still draw breath!”

Her grip on Sable tightened, and she drew strength from the present. From the girl’s fading struggles. From the knowledge that maybe this time, she could still make a difference.

Maybe.

“Sable,” Jaheira whispered, her voice rough but steady now. “I’m here. You are not alone. Do you hear me? You are not alone.”

Her own wounds screamed in protest, and every muscle in her body felt like it would snap, but Jaheira held on, using every gram of her strength to keep Sable pinned. She kept her forehead pressed against the back of Sable’s head, murmuring between clenched teeth.

“Fight it, girl,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Whatever Bhaal is plaguing you with now... Fight it. You don’t have to do it alone.”

Jaheira prayed to every god she could think of that it would be enough. That she would be enough, just this once, to prevent a disaster.

[corvuschriisti]

welcome 2 my twisted mind (aka housekeeping & updates)

hi everyone i finally made a mun page for this blog. it includes shipping / ask memes / post formatting / etc.

i'm going to be focusing on closing up ball threads this month, but i will respond to other threads as well!

these are the threads i have in my drafts:

can you pretend you never saw my family guy death pose? ; @indevouement

Hey Man, Can You Grab That Thing on the Top Shelf? ; @swordsmanoftranquility

beorcs and their interesting fashion choices. ; @goldoanheart

owed starters for @pryings & @viridescent-lance

voted fódlan's 'hottest and messiest dream team' 6 months and counting ; @nagaficat

𝘮𝘦, 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘪'𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧. ; @sayhwaet

until the darkness does recede. ; @fluxrspar

Look at this photograph every time I do it makes me laugh every time I do it makes me ; @nagaficat

i'm gonna cast this spell so we don't light on fire. what are we doing to our beautiful queens ; @losojos-decupido

𝙞'𝙢 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙜 𝙢𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙡𝙡. ; @ulircursed

p · e · e · r · s ; @pirrhyc

𝗶'𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗮 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂. ; @laslow

𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘰𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘷𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘤 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵. ; @goldoanheart

The Two Worst Men You've Ever Met Teach You How to Hold a Sword (They Don't Know How to Hold a Sword) @yukyunotabibito

It's the Gallagher Principle ; @sayhwaet

threads that i am waiting on:

if you give a raven a single coin that asshole is gonna demand 50 more ; @laslow

𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘴. ; @kingstalons

well, well! look what ashera dragged in. ; @thelightofcreation

remember that time you beheaded me? i sure don't ; @charmblooded

i hope quan signed your permission slip to go into the very normal and not at all dangerous mine ; @luminousrider

Ghouls Just Wanna Have Fun ; @swiftlance

taking my best friend out to a rat concert (concert performed by rats) ; @serenegaldr

wake up to bird calls… and the bird is naesala and the call is You're Getting Flung ; @pridelessdaydreamer

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 ; @pryings

No Remorse and No Redemption ; @peerlessscowl

ermmmm if i forgot anyone let me know but i have one million threads so i will not be upset if you wanna drop it ! i will be focusing on closing up quite a few of these, so if anyone wants to pingpong / me to prioritize a thread also let me know!

[abbzworld]

Guidance

AN – Here’s the fourth story! Just two notes going in.

First, you could say that this is inspired by Harry Potter, but I’m not actually a fan of that franchise. I was just never able to get into it. However, if you’re a Potterhead and you see that reading this story, that’s fine. :)

Second, the word “vinculum” means “a unifying bond”. I thought it was apt and was unique enough. lol

Anyways, on with the story!

@zelinkcommunity

“Alright, now repeat after me; Rain of Gain!”

Link watched as droplets from the faucet floated over to a small plant and gently “rain” down on it.

“Okay, you’ve seen how to works so try it yourself now.”

Link nodded before saying, “Alright. Rain of… gain.”

Unfortunately, nothing happened.

Zelda narrowed her eyes at him. “You’re not saying it right. You can’t pause in the middle of the spell and you need to say it with conviction.”

“I’m sorry.” Link chuckled. “It’s not your fault. I just can’t take a spell called ‘rain of gain’ seriously.” He rubbed his forehead as he continued to laugh.

Zelda rolled her eyes in exasperation before asking him, “Do you want to move onto something else?”

“Yes, that might work.” He snickered before sighing. “Is there any spell that I’ll be able to say without laughing?”

Zelda paused, thinking back on what she’d learned, before saying, “Well, there’s Sunlight Spike.”

“Oh cool. What’s that?”

Well, that’s a good sign at least. She thought to herself before explaining, “It’s along the lines of rain of gain in which it can help plants grow, which is what we’re learning.”

He nodded, smiling. “Alright. How do I go about casting it then?”

“It’s in much the same way, except you have to use actual sunlight instead of a source of water.”

“That makes sense. Well then, let’s get started!”

One hour later

Link had made some progress on casting sunlight spike, at the very least. Unfortunately, his plant had yet to sprout which wasn’t a good sign.

“Ugh, this is taking too long…” Zelda grumbled to herself, sitting on the floor.

“I agree.” Link sighed, sitting down beside her. “I wish this were easier… then I could move onto the cooler spells!”

“Unfortunately, things like that never come easy. I mean, I still struggle with some of the more advanced spells and I’m a grade ahead of you!”

“Hmm. That’s not promising for my chances…”

They both fell silent and they each could feel the frustration rolling off the other. Eventually, Zelda couldn’t take it anymore and said, “I’m sorry if this isn’t working.”

Surprised, Link looked at her as she continued with, “I’m top of my class yet I can’t even tutor someone…”

“Oh no! No, no, it’s not your fault!” Link quickly interjected. “You’re an incredibly intelligent and motivated witch, which is why you were chosen to teach me!”

He then sighed. “The problem is me. I’m just not smart enough, I guess…”

“That’s crap and you know it.” Zelda immediately said. “The fact that you’ve made it this far in the curriculum and are even at this school in the first place clearly shows that you’re intelligent! No, the problem we’re having is something else…”

“Like what?”

Zelda stopped for a minute, deep in thought, before she lit up and said, “I think it has to do with your motivation!”

“Hm?”

“Think about it! Something either distracts you or leaves you feeling discouraged and it saps your energy, leaving you unmotivated. I’m sure if we figure out a system that would help you move your butt, it would do wonders! You would do wonders!”

Link couldn’t help but smile at her excitement. “You think that’ll work?”

“Yes I do! For starters, we’ll use a reward system.”

“Reward system?”

“Yep! Every time you succeed in doing something, whether that’d be learning a spell, finishing an essay, doing a 10-minute study session or something else, you get a reward.”

“I see. And what would those rewards be?”

“That all depends on how big your accomplishment is. For example, for finishing an essay, you reward yourself with a treat that you like. I know you like Hylian Donuts so maybe use that as your treat. Just don’t go overboard. And for finishing a class, you splurge on something bigger and more significant, like maybe a new wand or piece of furniture since I know you’ve wanted those things. Do you get what I’m saying?”

Link smiled. “Yes, I do. It’s a great idea!”

“Thank you.” Zelda smiled back before she said, “Now, let’s brainstorm ideas for this system.”

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One week later

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“…and our final demonstration for the day is Link Vinculum, who is going to be showing us his plant growth spells which he learned under the tutelage of Zelda Harkarian.” Headmaster Impa said.

Link smiled and walked up, feeling nervous but knowing that that was normal.

“Alright, now you’ve learned Rain of Gain, Sunlight Strike and Compost Crumble, correct?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Alright. We have just planted a sunflower seed in this pot and now you have to get it to sprout using the aforementioned spells. Are you ready?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Excellent. Please continue.”

Link took a deep breath before pointing his old wand at a nearby watering can and said, “Rain of Gain!”

And a significant amount of water rose up from the can and he carefully let it drip into the pot.

Once that was done, he said, “Sunlight Strike!” and carefully directed sunlight from a nearby window to shine upon the pot for about a minute. He could begin to see the soil gently shift around, which was a good sign.

Encouraged, he said, “Compost Crumble!”

And using that spell, he carefully maneuvered some fertilizer over to the pot, crumbled it over the soil and once that was done, it only took a few more minutes until a decently sized sprout began to grow before stopping.

Link grinned proudly as the Headmaster measured the sprout and said, “It’s half-an-inch tall! Well done!”

Link chuckled at the applause and said, “Thank you. However, at least half of the credit should go to my tutor, Zelda. It was thanks to her that I learned this much in the first place!”

“Yes, quite right. Well done, Ms. Harkarian!”

Zelda smiled and blushed as more applause rang out.

“That will be all for today. Have a safe journey home!”

Link walked up to Zelda, who grinned and hugged him. “Well done!”

He chuckled as he hugged her back. “Thank you. I meant what I said, though. You were a big help!”

She smiled at him as she pulled away. “Thanks.”

As they began to walk away, she asked him, “Now, when do you want your reward?”

“Soon. I want to relax first for a bit, though.”

“Fair enough. Doing spells can be exhausting.”

“Tell me about it.”

They both laughed as they walked away.

From that point onwards, Link and Zelda grew closer together, both academically and personally.

And by the time the end of the school year came around, he had finished all of his classes, earning top marks in some of them!

So what was the big reward he gave himself? A date with Zelda.

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AN – I hope you enjoyed and see you tomorrow!

[loli-momo1908]

Nature Healers seasons 1-3 concept plots and more

For those you know little of my first anime concept called Nature Healers, let me explain further of what its theme is and what targets the audience.

For starters, I can picture my anime targeting young boys and girls, including young adults because I want Nature Healers to be abit educational regarding the newest species of animals that have recently discovered and even I never knew it existed. And at the near end of each episodes, I've been visualizing it having a short education of how to take care of yourself and Earth. For example, pick up the litter of trash, and keep the ocean clean, and even how to be cautious when walking across the street. Something like that. Another part of the near ending would be a quick information of an old and new animal species and what it can do.

And for my concept itself, it'll  have at least 3 seasons. For season 1, the Nature Healers will defend Earth and its flourishing life from the Predatrons. At a season finale will be having Reina and her group being sent into a mysterious portal that leads to the Emerald Floratina realm after Earth has been coated in a protective barrier magic, thus banishing the Predatrons in the process.

For season 2, the Reina and her team will be ending up in Emerald Floratina where they were introduced to Mother Nature herself, who has explained that she's the one who cast a protection coating spell after regaining enough strength, thanks to the Nature Healers' powers of purifying floral lives from their home world. Now, with the Predatrons out roaming about to regain their master's strength by draining next flourishing life in each parts of Emerald Floratina realm, Reina and her friends must continue their duty of stopping the Predatrons. And during the season 2, there will be a 6th Nature Healer who's a female and her element is darkness while she is a nature healer of the wolf. And there will be power-up forms the Nature Healers will gain with the enemies' powers growing stronger. There's also gonna be 2 new villains that work for the Predatrons and they happen to be brothers, that will be based one of my older cousins, and my late cousin to honor him as well.

Now, for season 3, with the 6 Nature Healers together and the dark master of the Predatrons named Lord Draconis has been restored his full power to wreak havoc, the team must work together and save lives from his evil wrath of universal conquest. From there in the middle of season 3, the Nature Healers will gain a new group attack to purify the Skull-Stroyer, the upgraded version of the Sabaku, and save all planets in the universe. And I have an idea of the Nature Healers gaining their angelic super forms in the near season finale as they will battle against the dark master of the Predatrons himself.

I do believe that's pretty much all I could ever think up of. Let me know if there's any suggestions or opinions about my season 1-3 ideas. And I may be planning for the movie or perhaps 3 trilogy movies of Nature Healers. It's a plan in progress, but it's something I've been thinking of for a long time.

[superlustersnew52]

I feel like I should just outright say it and be done with it so here goes

I've only really not talked about this openly because I know people don't like people posting about drama but if I'm getting anon hate over it fine then I'll just say my piece and be done with it

back when I first started up superlusters (side note: the "new52" came later when I moved it from sideblog to main blog), another person made a blog called "powerlusters;" my blog was all dc characters at that point so they made theirs all marvel

I did not know this person before this, but I went along with it for a while until their true colours started to show

I believe it was on that powerlusters (which briefly rebranded to partylusters) account that they posted a smut starter that used m.illie b.obby b.rown as a fc (mind you, this was around 7 years ago, and she is 20 years old currently), which got them mass reported and had their account terminated when others found that starter, I did not personally see this starter but a callout post made the rounds

they came back not too long later as schooloflust, I admittedly was too lenient on them and should've blocked them then and there but gave them a second chance

then there was the incident where they hopped into my messages (and at least one other person, who would publically call them out on it), wanting to do an rp wherein a spell was cast on their muse so everybody saw them as a child and they could not change out of childlike clothes (mind you, they intended for this to go sexual somehow!), and, at least with me, they really pushed for it and went "well what if we just did the clothes part" and didn't want to take no for an answer

seeing the other person call them out on this was what made me decide to finally block them

fast forward to when they remade schooloflust later on, and they followed me from the new account, and I swiftly blocked them again

they would still wind up on my timeline sometimes though so I can tell you they added a.ngourice r.ice as a fc soon after she turned 18 but used gifs basically exclusively from s.pider-man h.omecoming (she would've been 15 at the time of filming that), and added i.sabela m.erced as a fc like the week of her 18th birthday and again used old resources

at the same time as they ran schooloflust, they followed me from another account (I believe this was ofcherrybombs, but maybe with a c or x replacing a vowel there), no part of this blog looked similar to their other ones so I followed back and was immediately messaged about wanting to rp and was tagged in a starter before I even replied, this starter made me go "hey wait that feels familiar" and sure enough upon checking schooloflust the exact same starter was posted on there as an open starter, so I blocked again

fast forward a bit again and I'm followed by an account called tornvoid which again I come to realize is the same person (I believe it might have been ofvoid at first)

at this point I have become paranoid that any account that follows me might be them so admittedly I probably blocked some people that weren't them and most certainly stopped following people back nearly as often

fast forward to relatively recently, they have new blogs yet again and literally have muse ages listed as under 18 on their smut blog and post smut starters saying their muse is 16, so of course I have them blocked and reported them for trying to write sexual content about minors (which is not allowed on tumblr!) and upon vague posting about it the other day I can tell you one person popped into my private messages to say they were trying to pressure them into writing smut about 16 year olds

I have had this person blocked for ages, and yet I keep seeing them on my timeline though others, I'm done, if I see you interacting with them, you are getting blocked, I can't have this hanging over me any longer

I understand they keep making new blogs so it may not be the easiest to recognize them but I can tell you they pretty much always have an oc named brooke redmund portrayed by v.alorie c.urry on their blog so that should help you recognize them (not to mention that they like to have muses listed as 16 or 15-18 on their smut blog so that should hopefully earn a block anyways)

[lunarcovehq]

M-I-C- See You Real Soon K-E-Y Why? Because We Love You. M-O-U-S-E.

TODD OFF THE PRESSES- SNOW IN PLOT DROP

Perhaps presumption or hubris alone had allowed Rohan Persaud to consider himself a beacon—a torch for wayward spirits to follow home. But Lunar Cove needed more light, he had, by now, decided, and emerging from the shadows of the New Year, the witch had resolved that light was the very thing on which he would focus in 2024. Maybe, then, he could strive to follow it himself toward brighter days, toward celebrations of the mundane, toward genuine friendship, toward love, toward happiness, and most of all, toward forgiveness, a true letting go of anger, of fear, and of bitterness. He was only having intermittent success at this endeavor, but as he sat that night at his dining table, surrounded by candlelight, casting flickering orange slats on a faded Mickey Mouse hat, he tried, even now, to focus on this resolution. He could forgive Todd Miller for taking up residence temporarily in his body; it was, after all, not the guy’s fault. And being bound to a Halloween costume for eternity was a more hellish fate than anyone deserved. At the very least, Rohan supposed, he could try to undo those bindings rather than add the ghost to the array of other haunted objects sitting on his shelves. He might not be able to free Todd from this earth, but he could let him experience the adventure that was the astral plane. The raising of spirits was not a complicated matter. But this spell was. It was new. It was different. It was unpracticed, foolish, reckless in all its good intentions, as though he could really simply order Todd to be free the way he had ordered the Crackling Man to freeze and do no harm that Halloween night. But Rohan had found it in his own research, hidden in a dusty old book, an untying of undead knots. But such tethers were strong, he was realizing, stronger still surrounding an object worn at a death itself. It was not until Bustopher yowled, it was not until he could smell the familiar hint of ashes at his nostrils, a tell-tale sign of a more a vile ghost always watching, it was not until he felt a rush with which he was too familiar and strove to never attempt again that Rohan wished he had approached Poppy first. Everything was quiet. He stumbled through his apartment, overwhelmed, landing in the coat closet he had fashioned into a mirrored psychomanteum to see, in the dark, that his eyes were blackened. Bells chimed somewhere in his apartment, a telltale sign of a door opening on its own. And all at once, standing there was another young man, frazzled, wide-eyed: Todd Miller himself, back from the dead.

Hot off the presses- Rohan Persaud, a Lunar Cove coven member, used dark magic without having any of the coven members consent to bring Todd Miller back from the dead. As you all know by now, dark magic requires a cost and, for a coven member to bring the dead back to life, a life must be paid in return. You won't know when or how, but at some point, one of the existing coven members will die. Leaving the coven will not exempt you from this fate. New members who join the coven will also be safe. This will ONLY affect current members who were in the coven at the time of the spell.

REMINDERS

In anticipation of our next event, we will be dropping plot drops like these every other week or every week.

These plot drops are completely optional for your character to react to, but will be dropping crucial tidbits that will be building up to the event to come. We also hope this new series of plot drops will inspire starters and different threads to be had between your characters.

Calling All Witches: Your magic has temporarily gone out once again. For the next 24 hours, you will be unable to perform any spells or magic and will be unsure why. Poppy Reed, the supreme, will need to deliberate Rohan's fate with our new Coven advisor, Royce Van Doren III. If you are part of the coven, be prepared. A meeting will likely be held to decide/announce Rohan's fate (plot drop for this to come).

Calling The Council: A member of the dead has been brought back to life. In turn, the accord #1, no killing of any supernatural creatures or humans unless proven without a reasonable doubt of being in an act of self defense, will be broken. A meeting will be held to discuss (plot drop for this to come).

For everyone else: Your characters may or may not be directly affected if they happen to have interacted with Todd in the past or have interacted with Rohan. For now, we ask that your characters are unaware of what happened until informed as such IC, though a plot drop will occur in a week where it will become public knowledge so please hold off on having your characters find out till then. The other species aren't affected as of yet given that their lives are not on the line or at risk, but feel free to react and interact with threads as they unfold.

If you have any questions on the above please feel free to reach out.

Last by not least, we hope you have fun!

(Also, shoutout to Ted who wrote the top two paragraphs - the unbold part - of this plot drop. You're an MVP and we look forward to seeing how this plot you brought to us plays out).

[violet-lamerton]

STARTER: Rafael & Violet LOCATION: The streets of Opulence STATUS: CLOSED

It wasn’t unusual for Violet to lose track of time - she didn’t have a smart-phone, and her cottage was free of clocks all together. She allowed the sun to wake her up and the moon to put her to sleep, preferring to live her life according to her own internal body-clock instead of one she felt had been imposed on her. It meant that she didn’t have regular opening hours for her Apothecary, but her regulars knew that and tended to call ahead if they were planning on coming in.

This was all well and good when Opulence was a safe city, but it simply wasn’t at the moment. Unbeknownst to most of Opulence’s residents, the beasts that had been terrorising the town made themselves particularly known at night. A curfew had been put in place, which made Violet feel restricted and claustrophobic, and she essentially chose to ignore it. Even if she had wanted to observe it, she had no real way of knowing when it began. So it was no surprise that she found herself out after dark, getting wrapped up in a particularly detailed recount of a spell she had just remembered and wanted to write down in her workbook of in progress incantations and not realising the sun had set.

The streets were deadly quiet as she padded down them, the streets dimly lit by flickering streetlights that helped illuminate her path only slightly. She was on autopilot as she walked, bare feet tracing the familiar bath back to her cottage, but her eyes were wide and ears almost pricked as she strained to hear any unusual sound. Casting another nervous glance behind her, she picked up her pace slightly, her neck prickling in response to some unseen threat. The witch pulled her woollen cardigan tighter around her frame as she bowed her head, unable to shake the feeling that someone (or something) was watching her.

@raffyperez​

[penddraig]

she's been watching them for some time now.   the other fraternity wizards hadn't noticed her,   but he'd caught @kudakenai out of the corner of his eye a good twenty minutes ago,   and every so often,   in the midst of his conversation about supernatural dynamics and their relation to certain casted spells,   he would look over to see if she was still there.   and she is.   perhaps it's not a very smart idea to host their conversation where everyone else is lingering,   but it's not as if they can take their drinks outside without being pinned and fined.

with a warning note,   howell breaks away from the group,   leaving them one mind less as he makes his way over to her.   very near her is a chair    he moves it in front of himself,   spins it to seat himself,   legs to one side,   and drapes his chest over the back,   propping his chin in one palm.   the smile with which he greets her is brilliant.    ❝    you're a bit dwtty,   aren't you ?   are you old enough to be here ?   you've been listening in on us for a while now,   haven't you ?    ❞

.゜––   starter call.  /  𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐. ✨ chair.