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[askmagisterzeldaandadherents]

( Author : Don't worry. I absolutely love this fic. Here's one from me too, which shows Zelda and Casimir's reactions to the letter. ^^)

It was early morning.

The birds were sleeping nicely in their nests, only the grasshoppers left to sing their songs to the world.

The horizon was still painted in dark, almost black, blueish and slight purple hues. Both colors blending together so perfectly with numerous stars sparkling in the sky like little diamonds, a painting wouldn't be able to replicate fully its breathtaking beauty.

Through the streets of Holistone the air was howling gently, traveling from one house to another, telling its owners that sunrise was approaching in a few hours.

Inside the Mystical House everything was quiet. Dolly, Chippy and Hammie were sleeping in their rooms, blankets covering their bodies like soft cocoons.

The fireplace in the huge living room was still twinkling with a leftover life force, slowly casting the space into darkness.

An oil lamp, which was sitting in the middle of a big and ornamented round table, emitted an orange-yellow light onto the face of Magister Zelda, whose red eyes were locked onto an unfinished painting on an easel in front of her figure.

Her legs were crossed, one over the other. Zelda's right foot tapped to a rhythm of a song, which only she was able to hear in her head.

Although her son, Casimir, could've probably guessed what it was.

The mage's snow-white hair was down and in a total mess.

Albino body covered in various shades of reds, blues and golds.

Brushes from various sizes were set on the table next to her. From delicate small ones to bigger types that were designed for covering large areas. Most were dirtied already from the Magister's painting process. Cleaning would be tough later.

Yes, she could use magic for this, but that wasn't in Zelda's preferences. Not everyone needed flashy spells for their everyday lives.

Casimir was sitting opposite of his mother's direction. His gaze focused on his own painting, tongue sticking out a bit as his light brown eyes squinted at the small details on the canvas. The eyes on his halos blinked a few times like they were trying to figure out if something else needed to be added into the painting.

The fallen angel's portrayed one of the many mini dragons, which were residing on Earth. The creature's size was probably as large as an apple, but when angered- it had the attitude of a honey badger, but multiplied by three.

Ironically that the species' name was ' Angel's Songbird '. It screamed more like a banshee in reality.

Casimir's painting showed Dolly's beautiful garden behind the Mystical House. It contained many flowers from various regions in Esperia and even ones that were native to planet Earth. The colors contrasting and blending together in perfect harmony.

The Magister's eyebrows furrowed at her artwork a bit.

" Do you think I should give them more feathers? "

" They have enough of it already. Remember that holding one of these dragons is like carrying a fluffball in your hands, " her son replied as he looked up at his mother.

" But I still think something is missing from the painting. I can't put my finger on it. Maybe is the tiny dots in their irises, " Zelda said and hummed in the process.

" Your perfectionism is showing up, mom. "

" I know. I know. It's just that... Ugh, " the mage groaned and put down her paintbrush in the water cup on the easel.

Cas stopped painting as well, sighing in return. Dark skin covered in warm and cool colored paints.

His clothes were a disaster. The angel's black hair was put back into a messy ponytail. Two dreadlocks hanging on each side of his soft face.

His golden eyeliner was smudged from him rubbing his eyes in attempts to stay awake.

The eyes on Cas' halos were droopy, showing his sleepiness as well.

Stretching out his stiffened body, the young man stood up from his chair. Two angelic wings flapping a bit from it, which also looked a lot like the blue-bellied roller bird ones. Brilliant blue hues that sparkled under the sunlight during the daytime.

Unlike other angels, though, Casimir lacked eyes on his wings. Angels, who were born on Earth and/or weren't created in Heaven, were known for this specific trait.

The albino smiled a bit as she considered her son's words. Maybe the painting didn't need extra details. It was as good as it was.

Just as the two decided to set the artworks on the huge table for the paints to dry out, a small crash was heard at one of the windows on the western side of the living room.

The blue-winged angel squinted his light brown eyes, seeing something glowing in red and orange near it. Like a flame dancing in the dark.

Zelda nodded to her son, who immediately flew up to the scene that caused this commotion. He noticed a firebird-rosella laying in front of the window. The poor parrot probably didn't see anything in the dark and collided with the ' invisible ' wall in front of it.

Casimir smiled and chuckled a bit, opening the window and picking up carefully the poor animal.

" Hey there, little one. You alright? " he spoke up with a gentle tone, scratching the flaming parrot on the head with a finger.

The firebird shook its head, flew up and landed on top of the angel's head with various squeaking sounds. A warm laughter left Casimir's throat from this and used his own wings to get down to his mother.

The young man rummaged around the lower shelves near the gigantic showcase full of books from all around Esperia until he found some rare exotic birdseeds, offering them to the adorable and mischievous creature as food.

" What's your name, buddy? " the angel asked as the troublemaker feasted on the treats.

With a loud shriek, the name ' Zhar ' was repeated one or two times, followed by a click and some other peculiar noises.

Zelda walked towards them and extended a right hand to the firebird-rosella. He hopped onto her index finger and looked at the Magister with a cute gaze, which held no thoughts behind that skull of his. The mage's red eyes spotted a rolled up parchment attached with a string to the animal's beak.

With delicate movements, she removed it from there and gave a few pets to the firey parrot, which he accepted immediately.

Putting on her reading glasses, the albino started reading the message.

At Pirin and Valen's parts a nod was given with a few smiles.

When it came to Soren's paragraph, though...

Blinking. Squinting her gaze and even lifting the glasses up in hopes of understanding the penmanship... Or whatever that was.

Casimir winced at the horrendous writing. Mentally taking notes to help Soren fix his grammar next time.

After 10 minutes of struggling with the bearman's part, the Magister finally finished reading the letter. Zhar tilted his head at the fallen angel like he was trying to understand her frustration at the end.

A silence fell in the large living room. The atmosphere dangling an awkward feeling around the three.

" Casimir. Please prepare the camera and a list with instructions for it. It'll be easier for the ursine Mauler. I hope so, " Zelda spoke, her scarred hands making movements a conductor in an orchestra would normally do.

" Yes, mom, " the lively angel replied and opened his wings, flying up to the tallest shelves in the Mystical House.

A thud from upstairs pulled the mage from her thinking. Her sharp gaze followed up to where the noise came from.

Only to be met by a scrawny and short figure with a Red-tailed Hawk mask looking at her from above. Crouched down behind the beautifully carved wodeen handrail.

Their mask blinked once or twice.

The hair - an absolute mess. The right side short till the shoulders. The left - braided loosely.

The figure's long and pointy feathered ears twitched once or twice at Casimir's shuffling in attempts to find the hidden electronics.

A warm smile graced Zelda's face. Pupils softening from the realization.

" Sweetie? Why are you up so late at night? "

She spoke delicately, making a sign for them to come to her.

Running down the stairs carefully like a bird, the mysterious person landed in front of the tall albino with a big jump.

The Magister gently fixed their messy bangs and other hair strands, which were sticking out like a bird's nest.

The figure's hands moved quickly in sign language, ' voicing ' out their thoughts.

' ... I had a nightmare, auntie. I'm sorry for bothering you. '

A shake from the older fallen angel was the response to this with a small chuckle.

" Dear, don't apologize for something like this. Come here now. Nothing can harm you while auntie is around. Do you understand, Raptor? " she opened her arms to invite their relative for a comfortable embrace.

The person, known as Raptor, immediately accepted the gesture. Wrapping their bony arms around the mage's muscular form.

Zelda shushed the 19 year old, caressing their head and avoiding the horns on it. A purr escaping their throat.

" Casimir will prepare the video camera for a recording message. I'm warning you so you won't be startled by it. You can stay while I'm delivering the speech. Only if you want to, of course. I don't want to make you uncomfortable, little feather. "

The Red-tailed Hawk fallen angel nodded to this.

Zhar flapped his wings and landed on their left shoulder, snuggling into the soft hoodie sweater they wore.

Raptor's bird mask blinked at the flaming parrot on their side, being lucky that their new clothes were fireproof.

A long and pointy claw petted carefully the rosella's head, earning satisfied calls from him.

The blue-winged angel, Casimir, flew down next to them after a bit, ruffling his cousin's feathers on their hair affectionately and in a greeting way. In his left hand, there laid an old video camera from the early 2010s back on Earth.

The device's years were clear. Small scratches and chipped off dark gray paint were present on the metal surface. The leathery handle for the object was definitely worn out but still in a decent shape. There were faded marker scribbles on it of various animals. Tarhe's, Zelda's daughter, handiwork from a decade or more ago. Good thing the batteries still worked.

The first time she showed this to Hugin after the war, he lost his marbles completely, to say the least. Asking the scarred woman numerous amount of questions about how it worked and what its purpose was.

Basically, talking her ears off to no end.

She hadn't met someone so fired up about something in a long time.

Heck! Sonja almost got worried about the energetic bearded man. It was like he was gonna jump to space, never to be seen again.

With a few more adjustments, the Magister's son put down the device on the huge round table in the room. Making it face the albino, himself and the masked fallen angel with Zhar on their shoulder.

All three-four individuals took their seats on the big silky couch near the fireplace.

Zelda had her legs crossed over one another as usual.

Casimir's pose was relaxed and happy. While

Raptor was hugging their knees close to their chest.

The firebird-rosella snuggled on their shoulder.

Pressing the start button on the camera, the blue-winged angel nodded when the red light turned on, indicating that it was already recording.

He immediately took a seat next to his mom and cousin. The mage clearing out her throat before speaking.

' Greetings, Pirin.

Hello to Valen, Soren, Sinbad and Alsa, if they are around you.

If you're watching this video, it means that you managed to follow the instructions on the parchment attached to the device.

This is a video camera from Earth. Quite old, but it still works very well.

I'm pleased to receive your letters and it warmed my heart a lot as well.

Although, on one note.

Soren, dear. You definitely need an upgrade in the writing department. I'm sorry if it sounds rude, but you definitely need help with it.

Also, Valen, I'm overjoyed to know you and the rest are taking good care of Pirin. He deserves it fully.

If you're wondering who the individuals are next to me, don't worry. I'll introduce them now.

The angel waving at the camera is Casimir. My son. He's the one who drew the artwork of the rose for you. Cas is a social butterfly, so beware if he tackles you in a hug next time, when you arrive at our Mystical House.

And on my left is my niephew, Raptor. They don't talk a lot, but use sign language instead most of the time. They're not deaf, but selectively mute. Also, yes. Their mask blinks and imitates their facial expressions underneath it. Please, don't feel spooked by them.

Another warning, just in case. They're the new leader of the Quicksand Claws here. Our little feather took down the previous tyrant, who came after Ferranc's death, and they turned the place into a safe haven for people, Maulers and other factions. They might look weak, but Raptor packs a good kick. Or a bullet to be more specific.

And they may or may not have murdered with their best friend, Cadmus... the entirety of all Adamant Syndicate camps as well.

Anyway. We're excited for your arrival, if you do decide to come here. Don't push yourself. Your feelings and opinions are on 1st place, after all.

I'll send the device through Zhar to deliver it right after the video ends. It's light enough for this beauty to not have a problem with it, when flying.

Also don't worry, if the birds break it. We have three more around the shelves. For emergencies, when things like these happen.

We all wish you happy winter holidays and hope to see you soon. You're always welcomed here, sweetie. Your friends and significant others too.

This is all for now.

Until next time.

Goodbye. '

------video recording has ended-----

(It was supposed to be a short fic, but eeeh... got carried away. I apologize for any mistakes in it.)

' Greetings, Pirin.

I would like to inform you that I've become aware of your struggles and how troubled you are.

It hurts my soul to see such a beautiful, kind and smart individual be in so much pain.

So I'm giving an invitation to you to visit my Mystical House whenever you want to.

I promise you that while you're at my place, no harm will reach you. You'll be able to relax fully without any nightmares plaguing your mind.

It'll be your own safe haven.

Rila may join you on this, but only on two conditions :

- To not cause trouble in any kind of way.

- And to not lie to my face.

As a fallen angel, I can detect lies easily. So let her keep this in mind.

Valen, Sinbad, Alsa and Soren are welcomed as well to visit.

This letter will reach you with the help of a golden mechanical pigeon. My son, Casimir, made these sweet things for this, but you can keep it as a pet if you want to. He doesn't mind it.

Despite them being robotic, they appreciate head scratches and are very cuddly. Also, these adorable birds are great companions to keep around. They'll bring down your stress levels by a lot.

My offer will always be opened for you, so don't feel rushed to answer immediately.

I wish you a great day/night, Pirin.

P. S. : There are two other little gifts for you with the letter. It's a hybrid rose from Dolly's garden. I think it's a mix between between Rosa damascena ( or the Bulgarian name version - Маслодайна роза ) and some kind of a flower with curvy spikes from the Ashen Wastes.

Casimir tried to draw it and he's sending you an artwork of it along with the flower in the letter. Cas also added a few extra things on the drawing.

He hopes the doodles won't bother you.

I hope this present brings a smile to your face. '

From : Magister Zelda 𝔞𝔫𝔡 ℭ𝔞𝔰𝔦𝔪𝔦𝔯

To : Pirin

((Sorry for writing a full-blown fic, V! ^^')) _______________________________________________________-------- The swallows and sparrows outside chirp, caught in a jovial chase, flitting swiftly as the sun's warm rays seep through the window; bathing some of the improvised bookshelves lining the opposite wall in pale light. Seated on the carpeted floor in the corner of his small room within the humble wooden hut he's built over the years, the hunched over 'ghost' blinks blearily. I've almost dozed off again... How long has he been staring at the pages of the book sprawled in his lap again? Twenty minutes? Thirty...? The lines blur into a faceless stream of letters 'slurred' incoherency that barely makes any sense.

Pirin blinks to clear vision, focusing onto the script once more, rubbing at his eye with a hand, a tired held-back sigh-like hum stirring in his throat. There's so much more work to be done-- patrol the territories of the Dark Forest, locate potential rifts and anomalies lingering, write a thorough and extensive report to Merlin with updates regarding his progress on the memory-restoration spell and potion....It's still heavily in testing. Although it feels like the mage has deliberately thrown this specific task as a wild goose chase. Merlin clearly isn't as forgetful amnesiac as he wants others to believe.

More research, go to the market for grocery shopping else the fridge would be empty with nothing for the Songs.. Ingredients for potions...hunt.. A tall pile of letters sits next to his folded legs, all from family and friends, still to be red and replied to. A tap on the window snaps his attention out of the mental checklist, glossy eyes lifting up to stare at the mechanical bird perched on the sill.. Is it...waiting to be let it...? The violet budgie made of stardust snuggled in the crook of his neck and dozing off peacefully stirs, lifting his head to eye the newcomer....And a low, annoyed squawking rumble resonates-- Grumbling like an old grandpa at having his nap ruined. Which he is.

Some kind of noise slips from the other bird, peering inside the room. Slowly rising up from his bookshelf-lined corner, the vampire affectionately cards a clawed finger through the parakeet's cheek feathers, the bird leaning tilting his head contently. "Добре че поне ти чу.. ..Рий-Рий, да не ревнуваш, а душинко~?" The stardust little scamp was too busy enjoying the gentle 'scratches' like a cat, huddled in the crook of his neck. Totally unbothered by the teasing coo. Letting the robot in, 'Merlin' takes the envelope and opens it, taking out the letter as he settles back on his spot to read.

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' Greetings, Magister Zelda. Please pardon my less than eligible penmanship, I hope it still reads well and isn't torturous to the eyes. Please, don't mourn my pains. I appreciate the sentiment, truly...however don't trouble yourself, somber your spirit(s) because of me. Your gracious invitation warms my heart, and will be surely considered with diligence. (I would not bring Rila anywhere, as she is too great of a hazard and listens to none but her own whims. But I will pass on the message to her. ...I fear she would 'invite' herself out of spite and attempt to spar with you, seeing your warning as a challenge-threat. On the note of your messenger: I admire your son's craftsmanship and artistic talent. However I'm afraid I can't keep the pigeon, as Rio and Zhar would not take kindly to the mechanical creation...or accidentally break it while playing and roughhousing. (Zhar being a most likely culprit; he's a rosella you see...was, prior to ascension into a real firebird. His beak is rather strong and he loves to beak rather hard, be it the person he loves or his toys.) As such, poor creation will not survive the hooligan. (I hope he has delivered my letter to you and hasn't given you trouble or your staff. He tends to adore perching atop heads and will randomly burst into 'a fit' before chattering normally.) I will, however, be sure to plant the gorgeous bloom in my garden! ..Ah, the memories, takes me back to when I wandered around Sokol, walking through our garden and studying the roses, the Bleeding heart flowers and lily-of-the-valleys.... Such fond times, even though in truth I experienced them through the Sun. Oh! Also the times I'd climb the apple trees in our orchard too! Best spot to relax, within the leaves and bloomed boughs, watching the clouds drift by and nap.. I'm rambling, sorry, I don't know what's gotten to me as of late. (^^')'

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The letters are starting to blur and slur into one endless scribble again, vision unfocused. For the tenth time today, the world falling away to muffled fuzzy shapes of color-- His hearing betrays him, not registering the soft knock on the front door or the jovial call of familiar clear, ringing tenor, a nickname on the man's lips. The door creaks ever so slightly, footsteps padding on pelt-- it makes no sense. A warm, soft and slightly calloused palm carefully lands on his shoulder. Two familiar presences-- A knight, and a son of the desert. ("You've been going on a sleepless streak again, I see. You know you should really mind your duty-downtime balance more, right? It's seriously not good for your, already not ideal, health.") ("..Hm. So that's why we've been left on radio-silence this month. Makes sense. ...What a mess.") Eying the scattered books on the floor and parchments full of formulas, notes, calculations and... some hasty scribbles that hardly make much sense, the normally perfectly tidy room is.. Well it's like a hurricane flew through. Something that 'Pops' would freak out over if sober, given how much of neat-freak he is-- Always all about everything being perfectly in-line, organized by alphabet and also from left to right for the books and trinkets on the shelves; blank papers at the top of the bookshelf in the middle- opposite of the bed, a note specifically emphasizing this order tacked on. Letters next to that pile, documents on the blank-heap's right.

And can't forget how the bed must always be fixed, no wrinkles to the blanket, pillows or mattress. (Don't know why it's so important, but that's just something the Jinni does.) Now all of that is just wrong. Vanya would loose his shit if he sees this.

The teen's eyes flicker back to the 'zombie' on the floor, glossy-eyed and mumbling something under his breath. It sounds like gibberish of a madman. A few snippets are coherent...kinda. "...finish letter, answer....potion..Boss...much.. work"

"Alright, I'll tidy up here. You take the idiot to the couch." "Sounds fine by me. Holler if you need extra hands?" "Mhm."

.....

Seated on the sofa with a slumbering night nymph is his arms, Valen reads over the two letters...Then picks up the quill and inkwell he'd moved over to the living area from the other room. The sound of soft scratching on parchment fills the air besides the quiet shuffling, free hand gently carding through the disheveled silk.

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'Also ''Hello" from me too. I actually took over writing this letter- my Dove was very reluctant, but I managed to coax him into taking a nap. (Sheesh, emulating his handwriting is like pulling out the legendary Excalibur! I'm trying my best--) Anyway, I can confidently speak on his behalf when I say thank you, for your generous offer, and invitation. (Although Vanyusha really worries we would be potential anomalies in your realm and cause some form of damage.. I hope it's just paranoia talking, and in the event it is true, happens--I apologize on behalf of my teammates and my own, for any issues caused in advance. Unfortunately, due to being a terrible workaholic, he'd likely not take you up on it--Too busy with something, or more like somethings, all the time. As such, I would be glad to visit (and take Vanya along), as his personal knight. (Almost forgot to say 'hi' from Soren as well! Although he'd probably add his own two cents when he's done fixing up the room. It was in complete disarray- No need to give our Angel a heart-attack.) We got worried and came over, right in the nick of time as it seems. ....I sincerely hope he'll let himself rest every now and then. Regardless, I'm starting to ramble, so I'll call it a day here. (I mean, there's almost no space on the parchment for Soren's snippet.. Whoops!)'

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Finally done tidying up the room and bringing it to its former order....as best he could, the warrior grins with arms crossed over his chest. It's nowhere near Pirin's level of orderly, but it's not a half-assed effort either. He'll fix his room to his liking later.

Padding back into the living area, the sight makes him roll his eyes. At least he's happy and not treated like shit. Approaching the desk with the letter, Soren reads it over, snorting at some parts, then the other one. At last, he picks up the quill and puts his scratchy, messy, jumbled penmanship on display with all of its grammatical errors. Out of all clanmates, Alsa is the only one who can properly write and read Lightbearer-lingo. It was about roughly three or six months ago, when he himself finally caved in to her pestering. And picked up learning how to read and write like a Lightbearer, thanks to Pirin's teaching. ..Plus some old languages on the side, namely Bulgarian and tiiiiny bit of French. (Poor Vanya had tried to teach Spanish, but just like French, that lingo just flew right over his head. And didn't wanna bother.)

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'Hi, Soren writing this part. I guess I wanna say thank you for the invitation too. Valen said best i got nothing else to add. i dont promise to visit, might just drag Little Finch over though, i dont know. if busy then its Valen, if no action then yea I'll stop by or that idiot will do something stupid. Ludovic got a chance to accompany him/Berial too i still dont get whats up with their thing. (I only recently was taut to write and rid. red?? reed???? look at letters and get them. exquse my shit gramar and punctuation. Lightbearer language suck. okey thats all bye. P.S? is this how you call it? : Vanyo attached a vial of numbing-calming potion saw his notes- it helps with all kinds of pain and heals + calms both injuries, pain and mind. He didnt actually attach i did but ya u get the gist. -Soren, Valen & Little Finch'

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"Zhar!" -Immediately, a firebird-rosella emerges with a lively squawk of his own name, wings beating rapidly and the wind sways his fringe. The parrot lands onto the warrior's head, still squawking enthusiastically 'Zhar! Zhari!', making 'Uuooh!' noises and a click.

With a deadpan, Soren lifts a hand-- and sweeps it over the crown of his head where the lil hooligan perches. The bird makes a small 'Te-tee!' noise as if in protest but steps onto his finger anyways. And he lowers the parrot down, Zhar blinks up at him with that innocent 'no thoughts in that head' curious look...then cranes his neck up and rises on his tiptoes in a way, head tilted to the side. 'Uh!' "Yeah, yeah. Now listen up-- Here's the letter -don't drop it- and you'll give it to a woman called Zelda. Got it?" The rosella only eyes him with that same stare, then tries to beak his hand but he gently catches his beak, earning himself another 'Te-Tee!' and a flap of wings. "Not so fun, uh?" Placing the rolled up letter into the firebird's beak, the Mauler sharply raises his arm. And Zhar flies off, wings making loud fluttering noise and wind.

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Ask blog intro - Harlequin the Knave |||

Peering into his hat while leisurely floating, one leg crossed over the other-- The Solemn jester reaches to take the slips of submissions. Skimming over the filled out blanks with inquiries and the like, the thin line on his face upturns ever so subtly. A hum nonchalant, and of cold mild 'amusement'.

"Well. Won't this be interesting."

How.. very, curious.

Tapping the papers against his knee to properly right out the stack, he places them aside and looks off in the void's distance. "My inbox is open, you may slide your queries at anytime within the window of ten am–nine pm." The clinical drone of his breathless rasp flows in the space of the 'office'. A humble room with all four walls lined with bookshelves, a writing desk in one corner near the door and the bed opposite. "The entries submitted outside of this time window will be reviewed, rest assured. However receiving an immediate response is less likely."

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"That said, one last point in my disclaimer worth noting. All inquiries are welcome, provided they hold a respectful nature of their tone." The tip of his spotted tail lightly taps on the ground, once. Turning back to face 'the camera' or 'screen', he keeps his arms neatly folded behind his back, inky wings giving a small flutter as they stretch out then fold back calmly.

Harlequin's next line, even though a question, carries more the notion of a mere acknowledging statement.

"What, are your burning questions you wish me to address?"

[yohohonabottle]

The "Harbringer" cryptids - Ask blog intros + The 4 Nephylims

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Ask blog Intro post - Tyr the "Damoiseau" |

...Sat on the dry, cracked yellowish-red ground of a canyon little ways off from the clan he called home-- The young man hums an innocently jovial lullaby under his breath in sonorously harmonic tone.

In his lap rests a ribcage and skull perfectly preserved, the wooden greaves cast to lay on the ground at his feet. A soft, tender smile of sweetly serene, tranquil vivacious mischief plays on his lips --Just like his melody and tone of low, near breathless hiss of winter's chill and gruff rasp of his old light baritone cadence.

"Welcome, traveler. Don't be afraid, come closer." -There's a knowing gleam to his affable, mildly amused words of beckoning invitation, eyes of dark russet and paler reddish-brown cast down.. but not of shame, demure nor pensiveness and sorrow. How is the song still being sung, when the Mauler clearly speaks rather than hum?

It's like he knew of your arrival, long in advance.

The eyelids fall shut, hiding away the mis-matched omniscient gaze speckled with pitch-black, molten silver and fiery auburn. ....Yet it's like those eyes dril into you still regardless, through.

"Ask away. What would you want to know, Weary soul?"

[fgfirenation]

I made an official ask blog about Magister Zelda and her organization - the Adherents!

If you have any questions towards the Magister and her idiots, who run mostly on 3 hours of sleep and lots of caffeine, you can ask them at @askmagisterzeldaandadherents .

Questions can be answered by me or the Magister and the others.

( I swear that making this ask blog took more of my patience than Riot Games' spaghetti code of a Client System- )

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Ask Box Open!!

Oriel and Valen available for asks at the tavern! Send some their way!

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Ask blog intro - The Marionet "Executioner"

The distant low rumble of thunder, tides and cries of seagulls echo dully as though a muffled recording. The rustling somber steps of gravelly damp sands crunching under boots a steady rythm– A legend toeing the fine line between reality and a mere phantom... shambling to his next victim..

"Rumors say, that a captain and his mage went missing. Some believe them to have drowned at sea, some speculate that a vile hypogean stole them.. And others, that they suffered a bitter fate, merged together forevermore and cursed to roam."

"No matter if you run, how far you go and hide– The ghastly aberration is always right behind your back. Sauntering a slow solemn march, coming for your soul and the debts you owe.

Look over your shoulder, and He's there.

Duck to hide, and you'll find yourself face to face with Him regardless. No one can save you, from his judgement."

Blazing orbs stare out at the glum horizon, not wavering his pace for a second. The fiery, pupil-less empty gaze of Death turning, having perhaps sensed the presence of someone else. And when the man opens his mouth to speak, his voice is quiet rasp of no emotion. A vague remnant of the Captain he was, and the breathless hiss of winter's frigid winds.

"Why are you here..?" (You know what happens to those who come across me.)

You're not on the list, your name perhaps either unstained ...or yet to etch itself on the yellowed, weathered parchment. Nevertheless, the Captain seems to sense something.

"You got questions don't you?" Sounds more like clipped acknowledging statement than question. "Ask them." In that same low and hollow tone.

[windmaedchen-oceanhorn]

My god, finally something that actually is true to this blog's initial intent: Mesmeroth!

In the style of AFK Journey. xD He may be from the Oceanhorn franchise but he'd make a pretty cool Hypogean. He has Lightbearer origins, but he might be something like Quaedam, crazy enough to dabble so much with the arts of magic (and technology) that he's powerful enough to take a god's place. His motivations may have started "innocent" enough (he's got his fair share of tragic), but once you are willing to go over corpses for your goals, you do belong on the "wrong" side of the story. Man, I love this guy. Such a shame that apparently no one knows of this game.

Ask me anything about him, and I will not shut up. ;-)

EDIT: I forgot to mention that he is wielding TRILOTH there, a mysterious dark energy mass that is used in the creation of planets and solar systems by the Ancients of the world of Oceanhorn. So... uhm... pretty destructive (and creative) dark magic.

[sarahs-malewives]

“Spending time with you is... not bad.” - Felix Hugo Fraldarius

(please like after reading ^^)

ello ello this blog has been rebranded. (some older stuff has been cleaned up 👍) If you followed from before this and want to unfollow, i don’t blame you ! go ahead !

Sarah, he/they/she in order of pref. @saywha413 I am a minor. js keep that in mind before you comment that some of these are weird lol

uhh dni if a nsfw blog or a proshipper.

if we share a f/o that’s chill. idc and you’re welcomed (if not obligated/hj) to interact!

not everything will be tagged as f/o or selfshipping if it’s js general art for the record ! canon x canon ships will also prob pop up here too (along w s/i x canon and oc x canon stuff) !!

im a bit new to the selfship community so go easy on me ! Im js being silly here !

there will be drawings and stuff . might eventually take requests for drawings/writing but we’ll see

taglist form here :]

quick tag guide (mostly carried over from before):

- sarah’s daily malewives - daily posts archive tag - not malewives - ooc posts archive tag

- sarah’s malewives - stuff by me :3. teehee. - asks - reblogs - art - other - by me, but not rlly art. moodboards, etc - picrews - fanfiction tag - relates to smth I wrote - art inspo - might draw smth based on it. Might not. We’ll see. - other’s ships - my catchall tag. includes both art and promos lol - things for me :]

- cassette beasts au - pokemon au

anything that needs a tw/cw is just tagged as the thing itself. (ex “suggestive” vs “cw:suggestive”)

quick emoji/ship tag guide: (this is for the main ones only, every tag is up above in the doc !)

🪼 - general s/i tag

💎 - Sarah (pokemon) 🔆 - Aether (genshin (but in like a sona way)) 🫧 - Sarah (cassette beasts) 🪐 - Byleth (fire emblem three houses (^)) 🌿 - Sarah / Sarafina (monster hunter stories 2) 🪄 - Rover / Magister Merlin (afk journey) 🗡️ - Sariel (dungeon meshi) 🏺 - Sarah (carmen sandiego 2019)

🎸 - Hugh (pkmn) ❄️ - Kaeya (genshin) ⚔️ - Felix (fe3h) 🎧 - Eugene (cassette beasts) 🏹 - Alwin (mhs2) ⛓️ - Valen (afkj) 🪙 - Kabru (dunmeshi)

🪫 - Gray (carmen sandiego) 💄 - Carmen

🦇 - Damien (dream daddy) 🥃 - Robert

Sarah/Hugh: balanceshipping

(note that sarah/hugh is way more oc/canon than self insert/canon at this point! They’re still my little blorbos though which is why they’re here :])

Aether/Kaeya: nightlightshipping Byleth/Felix: bladedanceshipping Sarah/Eugene: retromomentshipping Sarafina/Alwin: piercingshipping Rover/Valen: thunderstruckshipping Sariel/Kabru: scorcheddungeonshipping

each underline is a link to their proper ref :]

credits:

header: x

dividers: x / x / x / x

icon: x

userboxes: x / x

kaeya image/gif thing: x

pokemon sprites: x

[thebluester2020]

✨ !! 100+ Follower Event !! ✨

Hello everyone! I just wanna first say thank y'all SO much for 100+ followers. I know it's not much but it really warms my heart that y'all like the random stuff I post as well as tolerate my goldfish attention span when it comes to the fandoms I'm interested in (as well as the horny energy here 🫶)

To celebrate, I'll be hosting a Potion Event where you can request either a spicy doodle, a flash fic, or both! Here are the rules:

To participate in the event, you must:

Like + Reblog this post

Comment "What a good assistant"

Send what you want me to do in my inbox! [Please specify what you want to me draw/write for your request and what fandom it'll be for! If you ask me to do both a writing and a drawing. The writing portion will only be a flash fic and nothing longer.]

⚠ Please be 18+ when interacting with this event. Due to the NSFW nature of my blog, I'll be extra wary when it comes to accepting requests and the likes! Don't let me catch you being a minor, it'll result in a hard block. ⚠

As for the potions....due to Slimesona's short supply and the fact that she and her assistant are on the run from the magic police. You'll only be able to pick one potion.

[ ⚠ Slimesona is also not liable for any side effects upon the potion being ingested. Her assistant isn't good with his paws. ⚠ ]

Here are the available potions (as well as the fandoms that the potions will work for):

Random Addition Potion (Blue) = "Oh joy! You get to add an extra character to your fic/doodle!"

Questionable Consequences Potion (White) = "A 'dealer's choice' type of potion. You'll be giving me free reign to place your favorite character or oc in a different world to see how they'd turn out! Don't worry, I'll make sure to alert you of where they'll end up!"

Alternate Reality Perfume Potion (Gold) = "This potion gives you a glimpse into an alternate reality where your favorite character or oc meets you! How fun!"

Seduction Potion (Red) = "Feeling a bit frisky? Ever wanted to see your favorite character / oc under the effects of an aphrodisiac? Then I'd recommend this lovely potion!"

[Potion-Approved Fandoms!]

Stardew Valley

Genshin Impact + Zenless Zone Zero

TWST (Twisted Wonderland)

AFK Journey / AFK Arena

Your OCs (Ik it's not a fandom exactly but it still counts)

The event will last until October 1st! Happy potion-taking!

Currently Brewing Potions For...

[askmagisterzeldaandadherents]

Magister Zelda and the Adherents,

I hope Rustport isn’t treating you too badly, with the storms and all. Anyway, what is your stance on the Hypogeans? Personally I find the jester an annoyance, Reinier I’m neutral to, the shark one is something, and everyone knows how I am towards Phraesto.

Sincerely, Magister Scylla

Magister Zelda :

' Hello, Magister Scylla.

I must say I got used to Rustport already. Somehow, it feels a bit like home.

My stance on the Hypogeans is... a mixed bag to put it lightly.

I find all of the Hypogeans annoying. Especially Phraesto and Berial.

Reinier is... an okaish situation, but his ideas for balance and perfection are quite questionable.

Harak annoyed the absolute shit out of me when I first encountered him. Too bad he's a shark Hypogean. My son, Casimir, loves sharks and marine life in general.

Except this one.

I apologize for my harsh language from before, but I can't stand Harak one bit.

Berial has been a thorn in my ass all this time.

But current days he seems... more joyful and on cloud nine? Not because of his pranks or anything, but he keeps repeating :

' Cadmus this! Cadmus that! Cadmus is so awesome! '

... Never have I ever thought that I'll see a Hypogean in love, but here we are.

I must say. That wasn't on my bucket list for this year. Or for the next few centuries at least.

At this point, I should expect anything from this secondhand embarrassment jester.

In conclusion : Hypogeans are an insanity to deal with. A very annoying one at that, if I may add.

I wish you a great day/night, Magister Scylla!

Take care and don't overwork yourself! '

From : Magister Zelda-

---------------Bzzzz---------------

??? : Hello? Hello? Hellooo? Anybody hear me? I'm Hana Jong! The main person behind the communication systems of the Adherents Organization! I'm currently speaking through an unstable radio connection! I don't know how much longer it'll last!

Hana : We got a message sent to us randomly out of nowhere. I see you know Magister Zelda! If you see her, tell her that we have a gigantic problem back on Earth and that she needs to go back home ASAP! All the kaiju Gods on our planet have gone haywire again, except Tokagedoragon and Junwah'xa! Lamia is causing chaos everywhere! We can't even reach Yamata no Orochi! And Ares is nowhere to be seen! Those names might sound strange to you, but it doesn't matter right now! We need Zelda! Fuck. The connection is extremely weak. Get the message to the Magister! Call Zeldial to go back to Earth-

------communication has ended------

[elesdecroisa]

Pinned post:

(This will be updated should I have anything new to add)

Please call me Eles. I draw as a hobby, and sometimes write, too. My main fandoms are Slay the Spire and AFK Journey. I have OCs for these fandoms. I do have canon x OC ships, so tread on my blog carefully should you hate those content.

This is my main blog, where I post all of my art, and game-related stuffs.

My side blogs: @erisunoaakaibu: my write blog. Nothing much here. @askbriarthegraveborn: ask blog dedicated to my AFK Journey OC - Briar.

[minecraft-adventure]

Journey to the End of the World

How long would it take to reach the end of the world?

The Minecraft world border lies at X/Z +/- 29,999,984, or around 30 million blocks away from spawn.

How long will it take to reach it using only the overworld?

——

I'll be giving myself some rules to make this a bit more interesting, and since I know I'm not the first person to do this and want to up the ante a bit!

Here's my rules and conditions:

-No mining for materials, with an exception for certain blocks from villages such as hay bales, beds, crafting tables, etc. All materials must be looted or traded to obtain. Blocks mined must be placed immediately or thrown away.

-No Nether. Using the Nether would greatly reduce the amount of blocks needed to transverse, so I won't be going at all. (No End either, though it would be hard to get there without the Nether anyways, which means no elytra).

-All other forms of transportation are fair game. This includes horses, boats, etc.

-No AFKing. I will be present the entire time I'm traveling.

-Game mode is set to survival, normal difficulty, with commands turned off. KeepInventory is set to false.

Each update will include the current x coordinate and the current in-game day to keep track of both throughout the blog's run. I'll also be doing multiple updates per post to avoid spamming people's dashboards too much, so posts pay have updates over the course of a few in-game days. I just leave the post as a draft and update it as I go until there's max 3 updates in the post

Going back through the blog history, you’ll find some in-character posts. I had started trying to add some story to the blog just for fun but it ended up being too much to deal with for my schedule so we’ve reverted back to just regular gameplay updates. All coordinates and day info and rules and such are still the same though.

——

Also - feel free to submit Side Quests through the ask box! Just little challenges for me to do while I’m traveling to make updates a bit more interesting and give me something to do on the way!

Side Quests!

Incomplete:

Complete:

Allay Friend: Rescue an allay from a pillager outpost or woodland mansion (submitted by @/ghost-of-yuri-past)

Sniffer Egg: Make a brush + find and carry a sniffer egg for (at least) 100k blocks (submitted by anonymous)

[shalomniscient]

TOO NOISY... QUIET !

REQUEST STATUS: HIGHLY SELECTIVE ⤷ AGE IN BIO IF YOU'RE REQUESTING/ASKING OFF ANON !! MINORS DNI IN MY INBOX !! ⤷ my request status can change, but my inbox is generally always open for thirsts or asks !! but sometimes i will close my inbox if i’ve accumulated too much of a backlog.

ABOUT (or, get to know me)

call me sev :)

very new to actually posting on tumblr, so apologies in advance for terrible blog management <3

english is not my first language, so please be gentle as i improve <3

i write totally for fun, so if you’re looking for high-quality works i’m afraid this is not where they will be found

this blog will likely contain 18+ content, and any works containing it will be tagged [nsft] !

expect lots of selfshipping !! if that’s not your thing, turn away now <3

also expect lots of oc-posting ! posts about my ocs will be tagged [sev.archive] !

generally, my reader-inserts will feature an afab reader !

i will most likely be writing for female characters exclusively !

FANDOMS (or, what i will write for)

path to nowhere

honkai star rail

genshin impact

wuthering waves

afk journey

zenless zone zero

MUSES (or, my current absolute favourite characters)

shalom from path to nowhere

jade and feixiao from honkai star rail

kujou sara and arlecchino from genshin impact

sanhua from wuthering waves

ASKS (or, the do’s and don’t’s of interacting)

my askbox will be open indefinitely !

send in as many horny/fluffy/angsty ideas you have, and i’ll reply when i can !

i’m not a dark content blog and while i do enjoy it occasionally, my limit for dark content is pretty low, so please don’t send in anything with extreme dubcon/noncon, scat, etc.

NAVIGATION (or, how to find what you want)

link to my masterlist !

my full-length fics will be tagged sev.writes !

short form and unformatted SFT content will be tagged sev.scribbles !

short form and unformatted NSFT content will be tagged sev.thirsts !

ERAS (or, username changelogs of this blog)

servalisms -> 080903 - 150724

shalomniscient -> 150724 - ?

RESOURCES (or, the amazing blogs i get my post decorations from)

banners by @/cafekitsune !

[3velic]

hiiiiiiiiiiiii (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) im koko (18)

medias: cookie run, transformers, jjba, kny, genshin impact, identity v, arcane, afk journeys, and pressure

NO-GO!: usual no goes for freaky imagine blogs lmao (no scat, extreme infantalization, feedersim, etc)

ask box always open!

[aching-joints]

WCIF friendly for now.

I’m Hem, or Ach, whatever you want to call me. I’m 27, she/her.

Minors DNI.

sideblog - @saccharine-stars, pure fashion, maybe other stuff, dunno, didn't want to flood this account.

My old blog is @h-emera where I wrote a couple of guides when Horses came out, but I didn’t want to flood that account bc ??? so I just left it as is and moved on from it.

I enjoy The Sims 4 and occasionally I’ll post about AFK Journey and even more rarely Life Makeover bc I’m a simp for ally cards. I also sometimes just vent/rant/do whatever. And then there’s my love for Berserk. It’s usually tagged as #berserk so feel free to block that tag if you do not like Berserk.

I like to post CAS screenshots of my babies with random lore sprinkled in. Admittedly it’s been a year long writing project and it’s been fun, but I’m shy, so I don’t post my writing often.

If you don’t like nonsim posting those posts are usually always tagged as #nonsim so you can block that tag.

OC and lore tags:

Currently obsessed with:

Lola ; Augusta ;

Leticia ; Alana ; Jude ; Nicholas ; Ronan ; George ;

Lore Rambles ; Lore ; Gameplay ;

Misc. tags:

AFK Journey ; Life Makeover ; Nonsims ; Hemsnonsense ; Asks ;

CC finds ;

Favorite posts:

I’m a crow and I love shiny