#illusion witch soup

[bad-witchcraft-smp-ideas]

The more powerful the magic the witch possesses, the more in tune the witches become with their magic.

Scott’s heart stops beating, and necrosis sets in. He becomes silent and more withdrawn, focused on his goal. It is debatable whether or not he even remembers Milo’s face anymore.

Cleo is both in the future and stuck in the past. One part is withered and nothing more than stone bones, while another is alive and beating, blood flowing through it’s veins, only to spill out when it reaches a rotting stump.

Shelby becomes more wispy and temperamental. She can shine as bright as the sun, become one with the fog and mist, or rain down hail like bullets. She is the closest mortal to divinity, and her temper becomes more and more volatile, sparks flying.

Pris is like a Cryptid beneath the ocean’s waves. Scales litter her skin, with bioluminescent spots scatter upon said scales. Her hair are like jellyfish tentacles, while her maw is filled with razor sharp teeth. Fins sprout from her limbs and coral grows on her skin. Look out for the shark in the water.

Joey simultaneously becomes cold as ice and as hot as fire. His skin is a pure white and icy to the touch while his blood boils within like lava. He is always melting and giving off steam like a kettle. It hurts, it hurts so much, but it’s nothing he can’t handle, he just wants to be accepted again.

Tiff is one with the green. Her flesh, bark and stems. Her blood, nectar. Her hair, thick vines. The forest guardian will endlessly expand the border of her forest. Those who harm the forest will find their innards strewn around the branches, like a brutal celebration.

Eloise’s form is no longer humanoid. It’s horrifying, with a single look killing those with shock. She uses her illusions to disguise herself, but is no longer able to remember her face, so she pretends to be someone else.

Lauren is the emissary of the desert, her body as sturdy as limestone, and painted with intricate patterns. She trudges through the desert heat, her bread no longer edible and her fillings long gone.

SHAKING YOU SO HARD

[rocketmantis]

Knowing that TLT started life as a homestuck/umineko crossover fic--- "knowing", I say, like it's some kind of truth. We do have in red that Muir has read Umineko, and that there was a fic in progress after The Serendipity Gospels that had its serial numbers filed off so it could be submitted for publication. Rightly I should say that it was originally a homestuck/umineko crossover fic in blue, and then I'm taking that as given until someone denies it in red.

Spoilers for everything under the cut:

Anyway, knowing that, there are so many little things that are deeply hilarious once you have that framing in mind. It's more visible in GtN than the later books: gathering the heir candidates to an absent patriarch in his mansion on a remote island, cut off from the outside world. (Stuck, one might say, in the old family home.) Racing to solve the puzzle before the murders are finished. The corpses put in the furnace to obscure the time of death. Ianthe (Erika (Vriska)) is there.

Harrow and Gideon are Karkat and Dave of course, but they're also Battler and Beato... but maybe not the way around you might think. One whose whole family died, who forgot her oath and her love and even her entire self. She protects, for so long, the illusion that her parents are still alive and well and maybe even happy.

The other one is the golden child, the heir to the empire, the servant living unrecognized by her father. The narrator, the storyteller, the one who was forgotten, who believed so strongly that her love was one-sided and died even once that love was realized.

But then every meme is real. Harrow sees corpses under beds and invents exploding soup. The murders were done by a witch using magic. The number of people present is in doubt because every lyctor is two people sharing a body. Jod locks himself in his magically sealed study and presumably cries loudly about Alectoriche. There's no sign of Bern and Lambda yet, but I suspect it's only a matter of time.

I love it, to be clear. TLT is in dialogue with Umineko, it's a reaction and a response to it while not being only that; it stands strongly enough to be enjoyed all on its own. (Obviously so, given how well it has done.) But it's just... I said "god I'm so mad" out loud once I realized she made small bombs real, y'know? With enough love, it can be seen.

[chuckeroo777]

Dungeon Meshi Volume 5 Part 1

Welcome back to my liveblog! Gonna keep doing the bigger posts. As always, spoilers ahead so beware!

Don't spoil people, or a ghost will haunt your soup.

Please help. I haven't opened my eyes for 23 years, and now that I finally have, I don't know how to close them.

So... does Thistle actually know what happened, or does he seriously think his dragon decided to turn into a pretty girl?

Yo, imagine if Thistle turned Falin into a dracolich. That would be sick! And much harder to draw regularly.

Indeed senshi. Just be glad she didn't have one of her maces.

The audacity of this witch. That's what I get for being stylish. Guess I'll just use "Rocks fall, everyone dies."

Priorities. But seriously, what makes you think he wants to talk? It's really sad how desperate Marcille is to make her dream a reality.

An important image.

Correct! Just not right now.

Please don't smile so widely as you say that. Also, where the hell did the orcs get a moose antler?

Orc medicine not monitored by the FDA.

Floof!

This seemed like a bit of a continuity error, but we see later that the ghosts are able to warp reality a bit.

I like how you can pinpoint the exact moment she figures him out.

MY CHARACTER SHEET SAYS CHAOTIC NEUTRAL. That means I can't have feels. My dude, you founded a union. That makes you lawful good at minimum.

Oh, hey. When did that start happening? I thought it didn't start till the cleaners chapter.

See? Chilchuck wasn't kidding about his tenaciousness.

Tansu doesn't do much to make himself likeable, but he really isn't a bad guy.

Man, it's hard to get a good handle on the geometry of the forth floor. All the areas look the same, so for a while I thought it was just one big room.

You can tell they're illusions since they aren't phylogenetically consistent. Seriously, why is the king of the Zora a whale when everyone else is based on cartilaginous fish?

As the caster, this is probably exactly what he is seeing. Run.

It's always the same old story. To eat is to live.

Part of respecting Half-foots is respecting their right to nope out in fights.

If you saw how I was behaving back in chapter 28, I think you know what joke I have for this.

I really hope the fact that Chilchuck is a union man is brought up in the anime. I believe it is only referenced in extra material, the succubus monster extra to be specific.

God forbid a guy has hobbies.

I, uh, don't think that's how chanting works.

Tade craves the meshi.

Approaching the limit, so lets continue with chapter 33 in the next post.

[pinkie-satan]

tagged by @darling-valentine, thank you so much <3

-last song: Barricades from SNK

-song stuck in head: rn it's Arcade by Duncan Laurence

-fav colors: lilac, purple, wine red

-currently watching: Sousou no Frieren

-currently reading: still need to finish that book about Baldwin IV

-currently craving: mint ice cream

-last movie: rewatched Crimson Peak

-sweet, spicy or savory: feeling sweet rn

-relationship status: single and afraid

-current obsession: some historical figures- Baldwin IV the Lepper King and Kosem Sultan

-three fav foods: all pasta, all pizza, all sushi (but make it vegetarian!)

-last thing googled: some uni related stuff

-dream trip: Japan as well! i wanna see Shirakawa Go and Nana caffe

-anything you want right now: a new hot water bottle, i broke the cap of mine few days ago ://

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[meowcats734]

(prompt response) You can see everyone's Deaths following them, arriving to offer their hands right as they die. Today, you saw something new; someone chasing after their Death, who is fleeing at a dead sprint.

"Plane of Insecurity," Sansen snapped, and we jolted into action, clustering into a circle while I gathered the liquid-metal insecurity that shivered in my soulspace. None of us bothered to ask things like how did Iola find out or what if he's just here to talk?

It was Iola. For all I knew, he'd just snapped and randomly decided to murder us. Or maybe his newfound eldritch form let him spy on us from afar. Or Odin wanted to put pressure on us, or the Silent Parliament, or some third faction that I didn't even know about. This clusterfuck of a war was exactly why we needed to get as far away from here as humanly possible, and probably further, since I was willing to bet Iola didn't count as anything remotely human anymore. 

"Knock, knock," sang Iola from the door, and his voice was garbled and fleshy and wow did I not want to find out what kind of bullshit he was going to get us into this time. With a flash of magic, we shifted into the Plane of Elemental Insecurity. Lucet let out a sigh of relief as Iola vanished, replaced by cotton-fake snow on cardboard stone—

"Keep moving," Sansen snapped, sprinting off towards the borders of town. A tiny rift into the Plane of Elemental Possibility blazed over his left eye, trailing behind sparks like a golden comet. 

"But he can't reach us here," Meloai asked, her tone more pleading than assertive as she ran. I wasn't entirely sure how her clockwork body differed from human standard, but she had no trouble speaking during our flat-out sprint.

Behind us, I got the nauseating feeling that space itself squelched. Meloai turned around, abandoning the illusion of humanity to swivel her head a full hundred and eighty degrees, then snapped her head back to normal and pushed forwards, a wordless, shocked horror on her face as she fled.

"Yeah," I panted, "evidence says otherwise."

"Why are you running?" Iola's voice was disconcertingly wet, but it was still unmistakably his voice. Morbid curiosity made me want to turn and look and see the terrible beauty of whatever abomination Iola had become—but I had to stay focused. I had to keep moving. "You wouldn't happen to be depriving a wartime effort of crucial emotional power sources, would you? Because if you were..."

"Close your eyes and follow me," Sansen interrupted, skidding to a halt. "We're plane-shifting again."

"To where?" Meloai asked. "This is the only safe plane out of—wait. Wait, no, you couldn't possibly be—"

Sansen threw both arms out, as if opening a door, and the rift over his eye exploded outwards, tearing a hole into the Plane of Elemental Possibility. Right before the rift swallowed me, I turned around, just to catch a glimpse of what was coming after us.

I really wish I hadn't.

The thing that had once called itself Iola stood in a puddle of... melted space. There was no other way to describe it—it was as if everything around where he'd entered the Plane of Elemental Falsehood had become limp and liquid and dead. I'd once seen a painting of clocks flopped over a desolate landscape like so many pancakes; what Iola had done when he'd clawed his way into this place reminded me of it so intensely I almost thought I was back in Art and Culture 102. 

But I never would be again, if Iola had anything to say about it.

His body bubbled like soup on a stove, bulges of skin forming and snapping and regenerating all along his once-perfect body. Who knew, maybe the Silent Parliament would declare this the new perfect once we were gone. His cruel smile ballooned and shrank like a frog's throat, and the corrupted arm he pointed at us shed bits and pieces of amorphous flesh even as he moved it. And yet, the transformations the Eldritch Initiative had wreaked on his body weren't even the worst part.

Because I was a witch, and I could see what they had done to his soul.

Joy should have been dew. Joy should have been pure, clear water, and it always worried me that Iola's version of the stuff was sickly and tainted. But now, the droplets that jittered through Iola's soul were infested, tiny, jittering swimming-things squirming in the inhuman emotion Iola now felt instead of joy.

In a horrible insight, I realized what those liquid, living orbs were.

They were eggs.

And at Iola's command, they began to hatch.

Thankfully, the rift into the Plane of Elemental Possibility swallowed us before I could see what that spell did. At the last minute, I remembered Sansen's instructions, closing my eyes and holding my breath—

And a cacophony of voices from every possible timeline assaulted my ears.

"Get away from me!" Lucet shrieked/shrieks/will shriek. "You're a monster—can't you see that? Can't you see what they've done to you?"

"I'm very sorry," Odin mused/muses/will muse, "but that's not the bargaining chip you think it is. Aim higher."

"Can I kiss you?" I asked/ask/will ask, my voice uncertain and frail. Lucet replies with a quiet little "m-hm!" and I can hear the smile in her voice—

That last one nearly shocked me into opening my eyes, but—fuck, I couldn't afford to get distracted, and presumably, that was exactly why Sansen had told us to close our eyes. I locked onto Sansen's soul in the chaos, following him towards the rift, and he shouted, "Lucet! Plane shift!"

From Lucet's momentary silence, I could tell she was shocked from what we'd heard as well, but—

"Gotcha," Iola said/says/will say, and his voice is disgustingly pleased as something squishes and I scream—

"Right. Everyone, gather close and hold your breath."

As Lucet prepared the rift, Sansen grabbed my arm and said, "Listen. When I give you the signal, send Lucet and I to the Plane of Calm, then take Meloai and yourself back to realspace."

I creased my brows. "What signal?"

Sansen drew in breath to speak—

Behind us, a hundred futures died screaming as Iola forced his way into the Plane of Elemental Possibility, and even though I was facing away from him, with so much of my concentration on my soulsight, I saw what he did to bore a hole between planes. The oil-droplets that normally comprised passion had turned rancid and rotten, matted with strange algae and molds, and he used that living, inhuman emotion to melt holes through thoughtspace itself. I sensed his soul shift, that infested not-joy rising to the surface, and though his next attack spell moved at the speed of thought, Sansen's futuresight was faster. Lucet's spell ended before his even begun, and we leapt between planes again, landing in the Plane of Elemental Cold.

Immediately, my entire body burned as I came into contact with air that had never known heat or light, and I instinctively flared up with passion, not that it was of much use. I had little passion left in me now, and spread thin over the four of us as it was, it only slowed the inevitable. Still, Sansen directed us to struggle onwards, stumbling over uneven, rock-hard snow, putting a little more distance between us and Iola while the heat leeched from our flesh. In the distance, through my tightly closed eyes, I sensed the soul fragments of skeletal deaths, Demons of Sorrow reaching out to take our hands and slay us with a touch—

And then, right as my lungs were about to give out and suck in a breath of deadly, thin air, Sansen squeezed my arm, and his instructions flashed into my mind. The last of my calm went into sending Sansen and Lucet into the Plane of Elemental Antimagic, while my plentiful sorrow tore a rift for Meloai and I to step back into realspace. As the rift rose around us, I sensed Iola burst into the Plane of Elemental Cold too late, the deaths scattering as Iola gleefully cast a spell—

We landed outside the boundaries of the city in a snowy plains, and it was a testament to the absolute chill of the Plane of Elemental Frost that the snow felt hot to the touch compared to my numbed, frozen skin. I cracked my eyes open—fuck, that hurt—and tried to gather my thoughts.

"What's going on? Why'd you separate us?" Meloai asked.

"I don't know," I muttered, pacing. "It was part of Sansen's plan—"

"If you don't have a plan, then we should keep running," Meloai snapped. She started to slog forwards through the snow. Her joints were seizing up and her metal body sank deeper than mine, so I got one shoulder beneath hers and helped haul her along. 

"The Plane of Calm is pretty safe," I said, thinking aloud, "but, uh, magic doesn't work in there. Even if they had an attunement to calm, they'd be trapped—you can't open a rift from inside the Plane of Elemental Antimagic. You have to coordinate with someone on the other side to open a rift from realspace."

Meloai flicked me on the back of the head. "You dunce—you're the person he sent to the other side! It's a trap for Iola, and Lucet's the bait—if you take them out of thoughtspace from this side, Iola will be stranded in the Plane of Elemental Antimagic!"

That made sense, and would be glorious if it worked, but... "I have no way to tell them where to meet up," I said.

Meloai gave me an incredulous look. "No way to tell... Cienne. Sansen is an oracle. He probably looked into the future and saw where you'd open the rift way back at the beginning."

My eyes shot open, and despite how it stretched and bloodied my cracked, frozen skin, I grinned. My heartbeat began to slow as, finally, I started to accept that maybe, just maybe, we'd done it. "Oh," I simply said, and tore open two person-sized rifts into the Plane of Elemental Antimagic.

And the four of us were reunited in realspace, exhausted, battered, and mentally shaken from our trawl through the planes. I felt like I was about to collapse, Lucet wouldn't meet my gaze, Meloai's movement was jamming up, and Sansen's eye-rift had extinguished, but the four of us were still, somehow, alive.

"He took the bait," Sansen gasped. "He's stuck in the Plane of Calm until someone thinks to dig him out."

"So we're safe," I finished. "For now, at least, we're safe."

Meloai nodded, extending a hand to Sansen and Lucet. With a weary smile, the four of us embraced, huddling together in the snow for a quiet, eternal moment.

And then the four of us began the long, tired slog from the Silent Peaks, wondering if the madness that had overtaken it would yet swallow us whole.

A.N.

Soulmage is a serial written in response to writing prompts. Stick around for more episodes, or join my Discord to chat about it! This prompt was chosen by my Patreons.

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[crazyyanderefangirlfan]

Re-married Empress Oc

(In public)

(In private)

"I hope karma slaps you in the face before I do."

Name: Hecate Callista Astoria

Nicknames: Queen of the Witches, The Dark Lady, Grand Duke Kaufman's lover.

Role: Grand Princess of a small but powerful kingdom and Witch.

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Appearance: Hecate has beautiful oval face with obsidian black semi wavy mid-back hair with side bangs in an updo in public and loose in private, dark teal eyes and pale skin. She wear warm pink eyeshadow and light pink lipgloss, she has an hourglass figure and stands 165 cm.

Clothing: Hecate usually wear dresses that show off her figure, her favorite is a black dress with slit sleeves, gold fasteners hold it together and a sweetheart neckline with gold leaves embroidered and lace up black block heel sandals . She usually wears a gold collar necklace and gold laurel wreath crown.

Personality: She carries herself with royal demeanor and resembles a clean freak in many ways. She also exhibits a certain level of contempt for those who take carelessness with their looks. Hecate disapproves of the concept of wishing for something to happen since she thinks that achieving one's goals can only be attained by genuine effort.

Hecate is a brilliant thinker who is also incredibly clever and humorous. She appears to be examining everyone she is staring at with her cold, analytical eyes. She loves learning as sometimes seen having deep conversations especially with mages.

Hecate is exceedingly stubborn and strong-willed, as well as incredibly determined and courageous. She has demonstrated a great deal of boldness, courage, and fearlessness.

Although Hecate has a very kind heart, she can be quite harsh and judgemental when she meets new people. However, once they have won her favor, Hecate is exceedingly loyal.

Hecate is known for her bluntness and her lack of filter. She doesn't mind annoying or insulting those who disagree with her or find her annoying. Rashta and Sovieshu are prime examples as Hecate calls them "the perfect match for stupidity."

Powers and abilities: She's a highly powerful witch who's known for her potions and her overwhelming power. Her presence makes the area she is in engulfed by magic.

Her know abilities are:

Mystiokinesis: Hecate is a prodigy in magic.

Potion creation: Hecate's potions are highly powerful and sought after. Some potions come in different forms of liquid, such as jelly, stew, brew, or even soup. They can also be made into solid form, often pills, powder, candy, and possibly drugs.

Prophecy: She can see multiple futures that could happen and predict prophecies.

Mist Control: Hecate has absolute control over the Mist. A swirling column of pure white Mist surrounds her when she is present. She can teleport people, summon Mistforms, and create illusions.

Umbrakinesis: Hecate can control and manipulate darkness and shadows

Necromancy: Hecate can control and manipulate the dead, however it takes more of her power.

Familiar summoning: Hecate can summon her familiars when she needs them.

[yumeko2sevilla]

"I.. I don't remember."

Character Inspiration | Playlist

Name: "KAFU"

Alias: Kafu-san/ Prefect-san, Hérmite Vagabond (Rook), Box Jellyfish-chan (Floyd), LN-18 (Crowley), Furi-Furi (Cater)

Twisted From: Sadness (Inside Out) + Konoha/ Kokonose Haruka (Kagerou Project)

Voice Actors: Ado (Japanese/ Book 1-4), Satou Hinata (Japanese/ Book 5-7)

Japanese: 寡婦

Birthday: August 15 (Leo)

Age: Unknown?

Height: 190 cm

Gender: Non-Binary (They/Them)

Dominant Hand: Left

Homeland:___

Family:

Divianta____(Mother)

Tsukuyomi____(Older Sister)

Grade: Freshman

Class: B (No. 13)

Club: Light Music Club

Best Subjects: Flying, History Of Magic

Hobbies: Sleeping, Wandering around the campus

Pet Peeves: Irene Anasaki, Mother

Favorite Foods: Noodle Soup

Least Favorite Food: Strawberry

Talents: Curse Identification, Emotions Analysting.

"'Secondary Prefect' of Ramshackle. Travelled to Twisted Wonderland by accident, they have to stay at Night Raven College as a student."

Personality

KAFU is a calm, almost shy individual who prefer to blend in. They consantly help those others whenever they can with utter kindness, people who have talked to them say that they seem to be pretty mysterious. Besides their name, nobody know anything else about them.

However, KAFU can be very manipulative unknowingly. Their comforting words with a shy expression can convince you to do anything they ask.

KAFU, like their sister often paints. For some reasons, their paintings are all about the students of Night Raven College. On each person's head is their names, as KAFU can't remember faces pretty well.

According to them, KAFU isn't very good at remembering something especially names. So they paint people in order to remember their identity.

KAFU is nice, of course! But they may not be nicest when it comes to hurting their friends.

Unique Magic:

KAFU's Unique Magic is called "Mirage Of Paramnesia." With this ability, they can create illusions based on what they want it to be. The illusions will act like real people, and able to attack along with KAFU. It can help concealing KAFU away from everyone.

Backstory:

KAFU is the youngest child raised by Divianta, a direct relative of Ritsuka Onizaburo and a hermit. It was implied that their mother and their older sister, Tsukuyomi didn’t get along even before KAFU was born.

The reason of it was because she wanted her youngest child to became the next generation of the most brutal witch, Irene Anasaki.

Divianta alongside with Crowley created KAFU as a vessel, performed various experiments on their body in order to summoned Irene Anasaki. When Tsukuyomi found out, she secretly destroyed the lab using her own Familiar and helped KAFU escape through the backdoor with the help of Crowley.

The experiments have made KAFU's memory got messed up badly. Crowley, wanted to offset his mistakes has transferred them to Night Raven College in order to protect them.

Trivia:

KAFU's name was actually their real name. It was named after a singer in their world, means "Widow".

KAFU's braid was done by Yukiharu, which lead to it being really messy. However, they don't dislike it.

KAFU works part-time at the Monstro Lounge to have money as the bartender.

KAFU is Netherland descent.

KAFU is in a queerplatonic relationship with Erin Asakura and Riddle Roseheart

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@anxious-twisted-vampire

[texasmadehustler]

What would be the title of your memoir?

Do you think you’d get along with a clone of yourself?

What’s the worst smell in the world?

Can you daydream at night?

In your opinion, which color has the worst personality?

Do you think you yawn while sleeping?

Did you really waste time if you enjoyed yourself while doing it?

What came first: the color orange or the fruit orange?

How many times to you think people sneezed on the planet today?

How many jellybeans do you think would fit into this room?

What’s the weirdest job you’ve ever had?

Are we living or slowly dying?

Have you ever eaten something off the floor?

Where does it say that Humpty Dumpty is an egg in the nursery rhyme?

If you could invent a country, what would you name it?

What time was the world created?

Why does sun exposure lighten our hair but darken our skin?

How many geese would it take to defeat a lion in combat?

When did time actually begin?

Is there a limit to how smart someone can be?

Is the “s” or the “c” silent in “scent”?

What would you rather have as a roommate: a raccoon or a black bear?

What color is a mirror?

When someone owns land, do they own it to a certain depth or all the way to the center of the earth?

Do you eat or drink soup?

What’s your favorite word?

Why is sandwich meat usually round, even though bread is usually square?

Do sheep get a static cling when they brush up against each other?

Which superpower would you absolutely not want to have?

If you have an accent, do you have one in your thoughts, too?

Do stairs go up or down?

What’s the most boring sport to play and watch?

If a word was misspelled in the dictionary, how would someone know?

Do fish get thirsty?

Do you find it worrying that doctors call what they do “practice”?

What do you think cavepeople had nightmares about?

Our parents tell us not to take candy from strangers, so why is Halloween allowed?

Have you ever swallowed toothpaste?

How could the Wicked Witch of the West bathe if she melts in the water?

Are you keeping any really huge secrets from anyone?

Why are they called “apartments” when they’re always connected?

Why is it called "beauty sleep" when you always wake up looking like a hot mess?

Why do people say say slept like babies when babies wake up every few hours?

What mode of transportation do you hate the most?

What’s the craziest bet you’ve ever made?

Do fortune cookie predictions have a time limit?

How many times per day do you check yourself in a mirror or reflective surface?

If you’re bald, what hair color gets listed on your driver’s license?

How can you have an open mind when your brain is always sealed inside your skull?

What side of the armrest is yours at a movie theater?

Did anything exist before the universe? If so, what?

Have you ever had an imaginary friend?

What character or person would you choose to have a love-hate relationship with?

Do you actually expect an honest answer when you ask someone how they are?

What are you currently trying to change about your life?

Why is making mistakes such a scary prospect if we can learn and grow from them?

Do you think true love is real?

Who is your most eccentric family member?

Do you have any funny or odd family stories?

What’s the least important thing that’s very important to you at this moment?

What's the hardest lesson you've ever had to learn?

Do you believe everything happens for a reason?

Does time flow forward or is the passage of time an illusion?

What subject can you talk about for hours?

Do you believe in aliens?

Do you believe in ghosts?

What are your most random pet peeves?

What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done?

What’s the last thing you wished for?

What would you do if you woke up tomorrow as your 10-year-old self?

What’s your all-time favorite episode of any television series?

What gift would you pick out for your archenemy?

Would you go to outer space if you could?

What’s your biggest irrational fear?

What’s the perfect cat name?

What’s a weird thing you like about me?

What’s the weirdest sound you can make?

What’s an insane fact about you I still don’t know?

What’s your favorite inside joke of ours?

If you were the ruler of the world, who would be your top advisor?

How many animal sounds can you make?

Is ketchup a smoothie?

If your family had a theme song, what would it be?

If you could rename me, what name would you pick?

What’s the worst band name you’ve ever come across?

What’s your least favorite organ in your body?

What’s one of your core memories?

If you could have any mythical creature as a pet, what would you pick?

What’s the most unexplainable thing that’s ever happened to you?

If you had to eat a crayon out of the box, what color would you pick?

What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever bought for yourself?

Who would be number one on your imaginary hit list?

If you could use magic to do one everyday thing for the rest of your life, what would it be?

What’s something you believe that most people don’t?

What’s your 3 AM iHop order?

What’s your apocalypse plan?

If you were a condiment, what would you be?

If you were any flavor, what would you be?

What’s the silliest celebrity gossip you’ve heard lately?

What’s your favorite dinosaur?

If you opened a store, what would you sell?

What’s the first thing you do when you’re bored?

What is the worst fashion decision you've ever made? Do you have a picture?

Would you rather be caught lying or have people not believe you when you tell the truth?

What song would be on your zombie-slaying soundtrack?

What’s the last thing you did for the first time?

What’s something I’d have a hard time believing about you?

In a zombie apocalypse, how would we survive together?

Is there a weird or random pet name you’d enjoy being called?

What do you think I’m thinking right now?

How long would you last in The Hunger Games?

What’s your favorite thing about me that no one else would think is cute or appealing?

What is the weirdest single item to buy at a grocery store?

Tell me about one time I looked totally ridiculous, and you enjoyed it.

What’s the weirdest date we’ve ever been on?

Which “funny” celebrity to you actually think isn’t very funny?

What would you get kicked out of a restaurant for doing?

What's the most horrible fact you know?

Can you touch your nose to your tongue?

If you could un-invent something, what would you choose and why?

What’s your least favorite quality in a potential partner?

What’s your favorite song to sing in the shower?

Is charcuterie a meal?

Would you rather be super good-looking with a low IQ or vice versa?

What TV show or movie did you hate that everyone else loved?

What’s your favorite conspiracy theory?

If you were a professional athlete, what would your walk-out song be?

[terra-phantasia]

Muses

Traditional Fantasy

Name: Hedgie, The Hedge Witch, Guardian of the Forest

Former name: Blodwyn

Age: ?

Race: Fey-Eladrin

Class: Druid

An ancient Druid that has taken up the mantle of Guardian of an even more ancient forest after defeating the great evil lurking there centuries ago. She reigns as the protector of said forest, living in harmony with all its creatures and ensuring that the local villages are taught to maintain the balance.

She can be quite mischievous and isn’t the most experienced in dealing with social interactions beyond those seeking her out for knowledge or aid, leading to her not entirely understanding human social cues. Despite this, she is incredibly social.

As is fey tradition, Hedgie often dons a glamour of an old crone draped in dirt and moss for first meetings and strangers to determine how much kindness they bear in their hearts. She also, much like her fey brethren, doesn’t hesitate to grant boons or curses based upon the treatment she receives. Unlike her brethren however, her curses are often mild and release once the lesson has been properly learned. Because of this, a dear wizard friend of hers will often send apprentices to test their mettle and keep their ego in check.

Name: Markus

Age: 30

Race: Half Orc

Class: College of Swords Bard

A jovial half orc with a love of performance and making a dang good soup, Markus’s past is one of mystery. After losing his memories during his coming of age rite, Markus returned to his village to find it wiped clean from the world in a catastrophic natural disaster. A lone survivor, an old man taking his last breaths, told Markus his name and what little he could about Markus before passing. Markus now travels the world as a man, hoping to discover the truth of what happened to his family or perhaps find happiness in a new tribe.

Markus is a kind person, quick to laugh and offer his help to any in aid. He is quite the skilled soup maker and carries a magical pouch of seasonings that constantly replenish.

He also managed to attend a Bard’s College, where his skills and prowess with a halberd was discovered as well as his love of performing with it. He will occasionally put on sword dancing shows with his halberd, using the magics he learned to create magnificent light shows with its spinning. He carries his halberg on his back.

Steam/diesel Punk + Fantasy

Name: Evangeline Flamegrinder

Age: 25

Race: Human

Class: Draconic Bloodline Sorcerer

A spunky human with dragon’s fire in her veins, when Evangeline isn’t helping her dad in their machine shop with their many gadgets and gizmos, she’s manning the noodle restaurant up front.

Her powers come directly from her father, manifesting when she was a child after horrific explosion in the machine shop mangled her right leg and covered the left side of her face and torso in terrible burns. Her leg was eventually amputated and she was left scarred but now incredibly resistant to fire. She now uses a prosthetic leg made by her father, and looks for adventure where she can find it in hopes of collecting enough money to not burden him with its upkeep.

She’s a bit of a pyromaniac and can be often found tinkering on various gadgets and explosives of her own creation. She also has a terrible tendency to hide bombs infused with her dragon’s fire in her tops, using the illusion of being well endowed to get away with sneaking her bombs.

[inkribbon796]

Egotober 2023 day 30: In the Bog

Summary: Dark goes with two of her boys to get a lost item, and get more than they bargained for.

A/N: Birthdays for Illinois, Yancy and Magnum. One of which is not appearing in this fic.

Prompt: Witch/Wizard

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31

Yancy liked getting out of town, stretching his legs.

The Manor was great, the haunted woods were great, but he liked seeing new places. Even if there was a pit in his stomach that he couldn’t identify. But it was fine. He was with Dark and his older brother Illinois. Everything was alright with the world.

Except for the fact that he was in the middle of a bog in the haunted woods. Boating down a swampy river. Yancy was in a black leather jacket, jeans, and a white shirt.

Dark had made a little boat out of pure aura. Magic driving the boat forward in whatever direction Dark wanted. Dark was in her red soul form, aura dancing between her fingers and staining her sharp nails with an inky black aura.

“Is she going to have it?” Illinois asked Dark.

“Yes,” she said. Her aura moved over to center Illinois’s hat, and to smooth down the collar of his shirt. “But that’s not the problem.”

Dark stopped talking and stood up, her aura grabbing an illusion in front of them and prying it open.

Instead of more river was a marshy island with an old cabin that looked like it was more made of sticks and moss than actual wood.

The door opened and a small, old woman came out. She came to stand on the shore of the marshy island. A long wooden walking stick in her hand.

Just as Dark’s boat wedged itself into the bog around the island.

“Foul hag,” she said with all the defiance that Dark hated.

“Wretched crone,” Dark said in kind.

“What do you want?” She asked.

Dark’s ringing became a bit more shrill. “You know what I want. Give me it back, you hag.”

“Beauty before age, you old witch,” she said.

Dark felt the need to smite her with her aura.

Yancy leaned over the side of the boat, giving his best smile. “Hey, pardon my mom, we need those ingredients,” Yancy said.

The bog witch smiled at Yancy. “My, my. What a polite young man. You must have gotten your manners from your other father, because this one, in any version, certainly has none.”

“Come on, it’ll be fine,” Illinois said. “We got this.”

“That hubris will be your downfall,” the witch said.

“You sound like my ex,” Illinois said.

“Give me the box,” Dark said, aura curled around her.

“I will give you the box if you let me divinate your boys’ futures,” the witch told Dark.

“You are not coming a mile near them with your nasty tonics,” Dark said.

“Come on, it’ll be fine,” Illinois said as he got out of the boat and onto the island. His lucky coin in hand. “I won’t let her poison Songbird.”

Yancy climbed out after his adopted brother, making Dark stay close to them.

“One wrong move and you’re dead,” Dark said as her boat disintegrated, its job done for now.

They moved into the surprisingly spacious but still homely. Dark hung around nearby as the witch poured out some bowls of soup.

“Just eat what you want,” the witch said. “No need to feel pressured.”

Illinois tried to eat the entire thing but found himself unable to finish it, leaving some large chunks of potatoes behind. Potatoes that he knew he should enjoy. There was more than a bit of broth still left.

For Yancy’s bowl he’s been able to finish the whole thing except for little stringy root vegetables that he didn’t know what they were. Eventually he would learn that they were yuca. The yuca had deep cuts along the outside that looked like vertical bars.

Yancy was busy picking strands of yuca out of his teeth as the witch came over to him over their bowls.

She hummed over Yancy’s first, poking at the yucca that had seemed to get harder than it should have. “I see things lost, to be returned and then lost again. A trap with a key in your palm but a locked door in  front of you.”

“Youse talking about finding my blue suede shoes?” Yancy couldn’t think of a single other more important thing that he had lost. “I loved making jokes with them.”

“Time will tell,” the witch said.

Then she turned to Illinois’s bowl, looking at the potatoes floating in broth like islands in a sea. “You will find what you lack. True love that comes with a price.”

Illinois’s head canted to the side a bit and he smiled. “What do they look like? Am I allowed to know or is it one of those things where I’ll know it when I see it.

“The options are as many as islands in an ocean, but only one will grant you safe harbor.” The witch spoke as she walked over to a cabinet and pulled out an ornate black and golden box.

She placed it on the table and Dark carefully grabbed it and opened it. Revealing a ballerina in red with short black hair, dancing in place as soft music played.

Dark closed it and moved it into a portal that brought the music box safely to her office in the Manor.

“Thank you for the soup, boys, let's go,” Dark said with gritted teeth.

Dark took Illinois and Yancy through a portal. Illinois and Yancy thanked her as they left.

The witch smiled after them.

Her work, for now, was done.

A/N: I wanted to include Magnum, I tried but he didn’t show up to the film shoot. Maybe next time.

[childlikegoblinqueen]

SCOM Chapter 80 micro writers notes : Notes found on Vitmir’s body at time of death.

A lot happened in the last chapter! Some in depth thoughts coming tomorrow (probably) Re: That Hunter and Lilith flashback… but also…

PENSTAGRAM NEWS PAID AD:

ANCIENT TEXT FOUND ON DEAD BODY OF VITMIR VIALS!

PRACTICAL USES FOR A GRIMWALKER:

SKIN, FINGERNAILS, HAIR – USE THESE TO COMPOST FOR PLANT MAGIC. PALISTROM WOOD IN KERATIN IS POTENT AND YOUR GARDEN WILL BE FULL OF LIFE IN NO TIME.

EYES- WHILE THE GALDORSTONE HEART HAS NO BENEFITS FOR ILLUSIONISTS THE CREATURE’S EYES CAN BE HARDENED TO A MARBLE THAT ENHANCES ILLUSION MAGIC.

INTERNAL ORGANS CAN REPLICATE ORGANS FOR A WITCH OR DEMON OR EXTEND ONE’S LIFESPAN WHEN BLENDED INTO A SOUP.

BONES OF FINGERS AND TEETH CAN BE WORN AROUND NECK FOR GOOD LUCK. BONES CAN BE GROUND DOWN TO ….

[bad-witchcraft-smp-ideas]

what if eloise found out scott was trying to bring someone back and made an illousion to make him think it worked, just for a day

I will weep

[lightcreators]

Within  immediate  concerns  who  embraced  the  other  man  expression,  there  was  immediate  understanding  he  was  indeed  an  stranger  finding  himself  visiting  the  lands  of  Japan  …  in  which,  as  much  his  appareance  was  supposed  to  be  an  short  one,  he  would  need  to  pull  enough  amount  of  reassurance,  advices  and  knowledge  in  an  shorter  time.  Point  was  ---  as  much  he  received  confirmation  he  wasn't  from  here,  he  had  no  indication  where  was  his  home,  he  had  no  indication  of  where  he  came  from  exactly,  not  even  an  single  clue.  Surely,  once  he  would  find  the  manner  to  confess  concerning  his  job,  the  spiritual  world  might  giving  him  an  hand,  assuming  he  trust  him  enough  for  giving  him  an  agreement  upon  such  proposition  to  get  an  free  home  without  the  crushing  weight  of  money  for  remain  here.  Within  time,  since  he  had  preferred  anticipated  right  away.  He  wasn't  even  sure  he  would  be  needed  around  during  too  long  ---  though  immediate  initial  planning  to  eat  something  and  leave  ended  up  be  cancelled.  Removing  almost  childish  features  coming  from  previous  brightness  he  had  insisted  upon,  he  searched  inside  his  gaze  some  clues  for  better  react.  ❝  You,  uh,  remember  anything  about  that  ?  ❞  He  needed  to  ask.  Concern  has  been  experienced  by  the  moment  understanding  has  been  made  it  was  Japan  indicated  in  all  cases  the  return  ticket  was  going  to  be  expansive,  and  since  he  requested  nothing  on  it,  he  could  help  on  that,  nevertheless,  there  was  been  no  immediate  indication  he  wanted  to  return  home.  Assuming  he  was  coming  from  an  alternative  timeline  or  something,  his  recent  misadventure  with  the  Witch  of  Illusions  could  serve.  If  he  asked  to  get  back  in  touch  with  Lelouch  quickly  ( or  Hades-sama  if  necessary,  who  could  ask  another  witch  directly )  since  his  access  to  Purgatory  was  deeply  limited  and  had  no  access  to  the  higher  spheres,  a  solution  could  be  found  within  Purgatory  for  find  the  right  timeline.  Sole  person  coming  from  another  timeline  he  knew  had  been  sent  here  of  his  own  free  will,  to  which  the  doors  of  his  house  had  been  closed  for  his  safety,  so  there  was  no  question  of  bringing  him  back  …

Self-consciousness  concerning  his  purple  eyes  resonated  afterwards  inside  his  expression.  It  wasn't  an  common  color,  and  he  expected  some  question  must  raise  upon  the  subject  ---  it  wasn't  like  usual  setting  of  his  missions  where  he  hid  behind  a  role,  and  sincerely,  he  would  have  a  hard  time  believing  that  anyone  would  want  to  stay  close  to  a  Shinigami  after  hearing  the  news.  There  was  no  point  in  trying  to  hide  behind  other  explanations.  Sensing  that  he  wanted  something,  a  small  smile  appeared  when  he  was  called,  nodding.  At  least  he  knew  that  area  a  little,  hanging  around  there  when  he  had  to  get  news  and  leave  again  a  moment  later.  ❝  What  kind  of  dishes  do  you  prefer ?  Rice,  soup,  skewers,  pasta  ?  Would  you  prefer  it  to  be  a  street  meal,  or  a  more  Western-style  restaurant  ?  I'll  pay  for  you.  ❞  He  didn't  know  his  tastes  so  he  had  to  ask  those  inevitable  questions.  He  didn't  dare  ask  him  to  follow  him,  because  he  understood  that  it  would  be  complicated  to  trust  a  guy  he  had  met  just  two  minutes  earlier,  so  he  waited  kind  of  authorization  within  his  gaze.  Furthermore,  it  seemed  necessary  to  share  his  name  so  that  communication  would  be  convenient.  Bouncing  back  first  concerning  the  confusion  he  pulled  by  put  details  upon  the  place  he  was.  ❝  Japan  is  made  up  of  several  main  islands,  Honshu  where  you  are  located  where  Tokyo  the  capital  is  and  Kyoto  the  old  capital  of  the  country  ---  ❞  Particular  emotion  embraced  him  yet,  clear  as  the  first  day,  to  even  remembering  Kyoto.  ❝  ---  on  the  other  side  of  the  island,  Hokkaido, Shikoku,  and  main  area  where  I  work,  Kysuhu.  If  possible,  I  will  try  to  find  you  a  map  so  that  it  is  more  visual  for  you,  only  if  you  are  interested.  ❞  Concerning  the  Kokkai,  he  wasn't  sure  what  elements  he  could  say.  Wasn't  like  he  was  going  to  expose  secretive  detail  concerning  the  underground,  in  which  presence  of  an  dream  seer  was  deeply  valued  …  ❝  Uh,  for  the  other  building,  you  have  probably  heard  of  it  under  the  name  of  Diet.  The  building  is  easily  recognizable  from  afar.  ❞  There  was  an  following  silence,  as  eventually,  bowing  gently,  he  finally  introduced  himself,  so  that  he  would  have  a  name  on  a  face.  ❝  Asato  Tsuzuki.  ❞  He  finished  his  bow,  smiling  embarrassedly.  ❝  It  will  be  easier  with  a  name  on  my  face. What is yours, if I may ?  ❞

Japan.

Okay, he was in Japan. Strange it was, because he had been elsewhere and nowhere near Japan. His mind was racing with thoughts, worries and concerns of the fact that he was in fact not close to home. How he ended up here was going to be the biggest mystery to him until he could get some clues. First things first, though; "You can say that." Jotaro replied, hands slipping into his pockets once again as teals focused on the brunette before him. There was something about this guy, something that made the Joestar feel at least somewhat calm in that he was safe. An old soul - that was what he'd remembered by someone once close to him, had said. But there was a lot of guarding held up much like he himself had done around those whom he did not know well or trust. He didn't want to bring harm to this man nor had he wanted to bring any sort of unwanted attention.

God, this was all a fuckin' headache.

He needed a cigarette, but swore them off sometime ago. "Hey." He looks to the man, "Is there somewhere we can go? To eat. that is?" Was he hungry? Yes. Yes he was but he knew the other man had questions of his own to ask and Jotaro could try to answer what he could. If there was anything left to remember, that was. He still hadn't quite figured out where shit had gone wrong, and why he was brought to Japan. Honshu, Kokkai; these were names he hadn't heard of in quite a long time, making his brows furrow in question. Though, the raven haired male hadn't said much more other than give a soft hum in response. Stands were the bane of his existence - particularly ones with abilities of time. That much he can remember of what was taking place, but things would just have to come to him little by little, wouldn't it? All the Joestar knew was that he needed to get back home - wherever the hell that was. But something told him he was needed here, otherwise this wouldn't have been where he would have wound up.

[pinkie-satan]

i was tagged by @zerkwastaken (thanks friend ♡) to list my hobbies :3 previous post was veeeery long so i'm gonna post it separately, hope you don't mind! btw it's 1 am here too, im eepy yet i can't sleep :')

-singing 🎶 (wether it's my choir or karaoke at a party, i enjoy it all!)

-japanese way of tea 🍵 (aka chanoyu/chadou)

-ballet 🩰 (i'm a beginner though)

-walking 🚶🏻��♀️(if i have my headphones i can walk for hours)

tagging: @kuromikiss @muninnhuginn @not-quitenormal @seiyv @fifi-soup @witch-of-illusions @thatsthatthisthis @minty-muse (only if you feel like it ofc 🥺)

(ALSO I'M SORRY TO EVERYONE WHO TAGGED ME IN SOMETHING AND I DIDN'T RESPOND I'M JUST TIRED AND EEPY AND I FORGOR)

[railroad-migraine]

Spooky Season Fic Masterlist 🎃

Poet's October 2022 Challenge 🔓

At long last, the final collection is here!

Critical Role x Reader

1. Ghost sighting. Fjord x GN!Reader

2. Spider webs.

Opal x GN!Reader , BONUS: Lord Eshteross x GN!Reader

3. Wicked witches. Fearne, Imogen + Laudna x Fem!Reader

4. Candlelight confessions. Caleb x GN!Reader

5. Love potion. Ashton x GN!Reader

6. Pumpkin soup. Fearne x GNReader

7. Slow dancing in the dark.

Caleb x GN!Reader , BONUS: Ashton x GN!Reader

8. Another rainy day. Lord Eshteross x GN!Reader

9. Midnight feast. The Mighty Nein x GN!Reader

10. Dead leaves underfoot. Orym x GN!Reader

11. It's called my 'disguise'. Dariax x GN!Reader

12. Scary stories. Ashton x GN!Reader

13. Unfortunately, we're cursed. Caleb x GN!Reader

14. Visiting the haunted house. Laudna x GN!Reader

15. An unexpected kiss. Dorian x GN!Reader

16. Grave offerings. Bell's Hells x GN!Reader

17. Hold me, I'm scared. Dorian x GN!Reader

18. Masquerade ball.

Mollymauk x GN!Reader , BONUS: Dorian x GN!Reader

19. By the campfire. Imogen x GN!Reader

20. Blood smears. Fresh Cut Grass x GN!Reader

21. Moonlit walks. Mollymauk x GN!Reader

22. Whispers. Essek x GN!Reader

23. Under the oak tree. Kingsley x GN!Reader

24. Hellhounds. Chetney x GN!Reader

25. Illusion magic. Dorian x GN!Reader

26. Holy shrine. Caduceus x GN!Reader

27. The harvest festival. Orym x GN!Reader

28. Vampire bite.

Jester x GN!Reader , BONUS: Mollymauk x GN!Reader

29. Trick or treat. Cyrus x GN!Reader

30. Flickering shadows. Laudna x GN!Reader

31. Something's wrong. Lucien/Mollymauk x GN!Reader

For fics and updates about this October 2022 series, check out the #spooky season fic tag on my blog. Thank you to those who supported me with comments, reblogs and engagement both during and after this event xx

Bonus fics will be released and added to the masterlist over time

~ Poet

[looney-mooney]

Also like. Potions have a LOT of VERY DIVERSE, PRACTICAL applications in the Boiling Isles. Healing student needs a specific mixture to aid the healing process? Potions. Need food? Hey, lots of stews and soups are literally just potions! Curse treatment? Surprise it's potions! Battle applications? Oh yeah you bet your ASS those smoke bombs got potions in em. Abomination rocket booster fuel? Potions again, baby! Potions are just fuckin everywhere and in everything because it is literally just chemistry. There's a REASON why Eda Wild Witch Owl Lady was in the potions track, it relates to EVERYTHING.

Illusion magic might be cool, but what are the practical applications? What about Bard magic? Sure they can be useful in a fight if you know what you're doing, but it's basically just the entertainment industry. And we all know how school and society in general treats the arts

Oracle magic is useful for business and communications. Abomination magic is useful for creating a workforce, it's basically in-universe robotics. But potions are everywhere, in everything. I bet even training wands have potions in 'em.

I know people are saying ‘why witches are hating on illusions when potions are right there?!’ and I think potions do need some magic too. Like yeah, you can make a potion without a magic, but having magic makes it easier and you can probably put your magic into a potion to boost its properties.