#magi the eight generals

[teatitty]

This is still the best promo art the anime ever got btw. Ja’far as the laughing carefree drunk, Alibaba just INHALING food while Sharrkan tries to protect his own from Masrur. I wanted more of this so desperately

Also please just look at these two idiots and tell me they don’t give brother vibes I dare you

[myspecialinterest]

this looks redrawable…

[morimakesfanart]

The timelapse for the first illustration for ch34

Drakon's head was made with a symmetry ruler. And then I shifted his feature with warp tools. I made the brush I used for the pattern on Ja'far.

[sleepstxtic]

hi there! hello!

i'm kat (she/her) and you can find my work on AO3 under sleepstxtic. i'm so excited that you're here <3

if you wish to translate/create art/make a podfic/remix my works, there's nothing I'd love more. this is your blanket permission to create anything you'd like with my fics (as long as you tag/link back to me so i can take a look at it and squeal with you).

i am a strong proponent of SALS, YKINMK, and DLDR, and i also mod @hp-abandonshipfest and @hpdrizzle.

below is a sampler of my writing <3

desertion | explicit | 8.9k | feyd-rautha harkonnen/paul atreides “I found him on the drumsand, four kilometres from here,” Stilgar was saying. “He has a crysknife.” or Feyd travels to Arrakis to hunt for Paul among the Fremen.

the other golden path | explicit | 4.6k | feyd-rautha harkonnen/paul atreides “A dual consummation?” Chani asked Princess Irulan, horrified.

“A dual, public consummation,” Paul added, rubbing his eyes mournfully as Feyd-Rautha reached a hand to lift up Paul’s chin, and winked.

all the ways | teen | 3.1k all the ways it could have happened

he loves me, he loves me not | teen | 5.7k astoria watches her husband fall in love with harry potter.

a love that knows of itself | mature | 7k after an accidental bonding, harry is forced to confront some longstanding feelings concerning a certain unspeakable.

connecting lines, connecting crimes | mature | 15k magic is going haywire after ley lines all over the world are mysteriously failing. a cross-border task force is set up by the league of wixen nations with expert cartologist draco malfoy and ley line specialist pansy parkinson being called in from britain to work with magi-geographers harry potter and parvati patil in india. but can they get to the root of the issue before it's too late? featuring: an excessive use of holograms, numerous references to food, and lots and lots (and lots!) of travel.

rush (for a gap that exists) | explicit | 42k a story of love and loss that grew amidst the most infamous rivalry in formula one history: the story of draco malfoy and harry potter.

the pirc defence | explicit | 10k they were rivals, and they were lovers, and they were the greatest chess players of their generation. exactly in that order.

whispers on a hill | helga hufflepuff/rowena ravenclaw | teen | 1k the river-moist wind blew cold and blunt as if straight from the mouth of ullr himself and, up in the valley plucking crowberry leaves sat two witches, deep in thought.

one or the other | narcissa black/dorcas meadowes & dorcas meadowes/marlene mckinnon | explicit | 3.3k dorcas becomes a murderer at eight o' clock on a friday night.

the last trial of peter pettigrew | peter pettigrew/james potter | mature | 20k | peter pettigrew must answer for his crimes on earth in a purgatory-stye court presided over by the overseer. a slew of characters from his life will be brought to the stand to testify either for or against him. he will be represented by his lawyer - hermione granger. a jury will decide upon his guilt.

strangers in a strange land | the four founders | teen | 7.5k helga, salazar, and godric dock in a strange land looking for the elusive fourth member of their team.

will you send me to hogwarts? | general audiences | 600 words a letter to the patil twins from their mother.

all the time in the world | roger federer/rafael nadal | mature | 5.6k roger has a choice to make, but time is running out.

my enemy, my proxy, my love | roger federer/rafael nadal | mature 4.4k “he is good substitute for you,” rafa’d once said, laughing. the statement had sounded uncomfortably like a truth waiting to crystallise. and then rafa had elbowed him lightly, smiling in that helplessly endearing way of his, and roger had cast it out of his mind immediately. it returns to him now, like a half-healed wound cut open again.

enough love | novak djokovic/andy murray | explicit | 2k the night before roger's retirement, andy and novak meet in london.

(the most) hopeless romantic | naomi osaka/iga swiatek | teen | 5k "i want to play her," she confided to kaja, later. "on the hard court i would like to."

“sure,” kaja said with a mischievous quirk of her mouth. “you want to play her.”

at the end of time | thor/loki | mature | 1k at the end of time, loki reminisces.

[faun-the-hound]

Going back to the MCD rewrite for a bit

The Story of The Phoenix

Irene was married to the Hollow King, chosen from a crowd of noble women to be Queen of the ancient kingdom that once occupied north-west Ru'aun.

The marriage wasn't overly affectionate or healthy, but it was amicable. They were friends, co-workers, running the Kingdom together. Irene gave the King one child, a son she later entrusted to her head guard, Xavier, to raise when the Hollow King started losing his mind to the Void corruption.

Xavier travelled south across Ru'aun into werewolf territory to keep the boy safe from the war between his mother and father. He was six when they left, eight when Xavier began teaching him to fight, protect himself, hunt and forage, then eighteen when it was finally safe enough to return to the north.

Stories of the Divine Warriors began circulating after a few years, tales of people with god-like Magicks, fighting off the destruction the Void and Hollow King were causing. Wild stories of undead soldiers being fended away by a woman who shone brighter than the sun itself.

Xavier found it hard to believe, until the boy was fifteen. The monsters, undead beasts shrouded in darkness, limbs stained red and glistening, slick with viscera of the recently dead. Xavier fought them back for days with the other soldiers of the magi village they had called home for the last nine years.

The boy got involved in the fighting, against his guardian's wishes, getting cornered for his resemblance to Irene. Having raven hair and golden eyes just like his mother. The Primal Knights cornered him, holding Xavier down, forcing him to watch as they closed in, raising their weapons, ready to kill the boy he had raised as a sone for almost a decade.

A flash of silver cut the arm off the nearest Knight. A golden burst of light- a lion made of glowing golden wisps lunged for another. Tendrils of purple shadow tore away the three holding Xavier down, and a burst of vivid red fire crashed into another.

The Divine Warriors descended on the Knights like locusts, picking off and making very short work against the invading dark forces. Irene herself arrived like a comet, tearing through the Knights, enveloped in light, bright and beautiful as the blazing sun.

Xavier almost didn't recognise her. But he could never forget those eyes.

He was amazed by the power his friends had acquired, seeking answers from Irene as she dealt with the last of the Knights. The wings on her back, spear in her hand, and light that shone from the runes across her arms and face, he needed to know what it was.

Even regular Magick was something feared in many of the small villages, and this- this was something else entirely.

Irene brushed him off, though. Assured him that she would be fine, leaving him behind to continue caring for the boy. Promised that she'd explain another time.

Before leaving, she gave Xavier a small blessing, along with Menphia, giving him Magick to control fire, to protect the village should the Knights return.

It took three years and seventeen more attacks before Xavier heard from his Queen again. He used the fire gifted to him to protect the village and his boy, the Prince, from the corruption. Earning himself the nickname The Phoenix as he fought battle after battle, bringing down the Hollow King's forces.

Until one day, in the middle of a raid, the Knights' eyes dimmed, and they fell, inanimate corpses once again. Two days after, a letter arrived for The Phoenix from the capital of the ancient kingdom. The Hollow King was dead, the Void had receded, and the Divine Warriors had won.

Xavier returned to O'khasis with his boy. Irene was the Lord of the city, denouncing the title of monarch and creating the system of individual Lordship that is still in place by the time of Avira(Aphmau, changing her name).

He returned to his position as head guard of O'khasis, soon creating the Jury of Nine when the amount of fans, assassins, suitors and general popularity became too much for Irene and the Divine Warriors to handle. Kul'zak gave up his position on the O'khasian council and disappeared from the map because of it.

When Noctis snapped, taken by the corruption, Xavier the Phoenix fought alongside his Lady, sending the boy, his boy, away with the protection of the Jury to the east of the region, as far away from the fighting as he could possibly get.

The Prince travelled for months, fighting off Shadow Knights, defending villages and rallying the people to fight. Helping more rural towns to organise, mediating disputes and electing officials to keep the towns organised and peaceful.

He settled on the east coast in the company of the jurors and his followers. Establishing a settlement on the coast while his mother and Dad were fighting their former friend on the opposite side of the region.

The word came on his thirtieth birthday. He held his own son in his arms, his wife at his side as he read the letter from Esmund- The Empty was dead, O'khasis was safe. The Matron, Lady Irene, had fallen in the combat, and Xavier was gravely wounded.

The Prince brought his family to his Dad's side one final time, the Jury of Nine returning to their rightful place in O'khasis. Xavier passed away with his boy and his guards at his side, and the Prince returned to his home on the east coast.

He named his village Phoenix Cove (later Phoenix Drop), in honour of the man who raised him, who was willing time and time again to give up his life for a boy that wasn't his, but who he loved as a son regardless.

[sunny-salamander]

Since it's probably gonna be a while before I post anything for it, I do wanna talk about this one AU idea that I have for Pandora's Box that I absolutely adore but won't be following through with in Pandora's Box. I call it 'Magi Prince' AU.

Spoilers for chapter 4 and possibly later parts of Crafting Pandora's Box below.

The long and short of it is that Hanako gets outed as a Magi while recovering from the car crash from Chapter 4. The dumbasses end up attacking her at the hospital and, in her panic, she takes Makoto and Komaru and flees back to the Shizuoka Tribe.

Something that I've alluded to but haven't fully expanded on for the Magi is that a lot of their culture has been lost over time. The Magi once had this huge global civilization roughly ~35,000 years ago that imploded upon itself. When it did, it resulted in the formation of several Magi Tribes across the globe, each of which developed different ideas of what that culture was like based on the fragments their ancestors thought to preserve. Couple this with extremely long lives (700 to 1000 years on average) and the few technology they salvaged, and you get the modern day Magi Tribes basically worshiping the ancient Magi Civilization.

The thing is, since they're only method to replace the Magi population is to find a human with an Amorphous Ultimate Talent and change them into a Magi, the Magi population has been on the decline for thousands of years. People who knew critical information began to die out before they could pass it on and tribes weren't getting new blood often enough to replenish their population. They lived long lives, but that meant nothing if a Magi was killed well before their time due to a human mob, or an accident, or an infection, or any other number of things. Tribes began to dissolve, with some Magi choosing to isolate themselves far out of human reach whereas others delved head first into learning how to blend in with humans.

This results in a situation where the Magi are losing very critical information about their original culture... such as their language. And Magian is the only language capable of spellwork in the Magi!AU.

This makes Hanako's knowledge and the notes her Teacher took while traveling the world - of Magian history, language, original culture, etc. - extremely valuable to the tribes that still exist. It's a very powerful bargaining chip for them.

So when Hanako returns to the Shizuoka tribe and is captured, that's what she uses to secure a safe place for her children to grow up. Because she knows what it's like to live in the wilderness; that's not something she wants for Makoto or Komaru, especially with human technology's recent rampant leaps. Raising them in isolation would be damning Makoto to never fitting in to any culture and depriving Komaru of that 'human' connection. She needs a compromise that will give them social skills and general knowledge of the world but also keep them away from the people now hunting them.

This means Makoto and Komaru are raised in Magian rather than Human and have been effectively home-schooled for the next eight to ten years of their lives. They've never stepped foot in a high school once in all that time.

It makes things very, very awkward for Hope's Peak Academy when they draw Makoto Naegi's name for the 78th class's Super High School Level Lucky Student and realizes the boy has been missing for almost a decade.

[mightyflamethrower]

In the year before the decade change, they set the cats among the pigeons. We were so innocent. We pitied the poor Chinese, welded into their high apartment buildings. We saw video of them calling out their windows for food and help. We saw the Chinese in Italy dying at an unholy rate. A man from China flew to the Northwest, here, and became ill.

They are closing schools now. There are about a tenth of the schools that used to exist. Birth is rare and treacherous. Still men and women do make love and a few children come to birth. Some of them die a few days into life. A healthy child is a rare sight. Their play is carefully watched.

We don't have professional sports now. Too many were dying on the field. It became too horrifying. Most colleges and high schools have given up the tradition of team sports also. Living teen children are too precious. We hope some of them survive their early adulthood. A whole generation is weak and fewer than their parents' generation, or indeed their grandparents' generation. Boomers are stronger than their grandchildren. There are very few great grandchildren.

Goods and services are impossible. Groceries and pharmacies are only open for eight hours on weekdays. Most have self-checkout. No one wants to be at the check stand. Amazon is still standing. Most goods are handled by online shopping. Then we wait for the arrival of a shipment to our houses. Official shopping is done with gov. supplemental funds. It is never enough. Few of us have actual jobs. But they need some of us. We know how things work.

We didn't know it but, WWIII was waged against us. We thought it would take place in the usual way between tanks, guns and jets. There was a lot of Kabuki about Russia, Ukraine and China in the year 2023. But we didn't understand that we were their enemy and that they, the invisible and visible magi were our actual destroyers until it was too obvious to shy away from. The virus, but more, the vaccine, was the means of waging that war. For several years early on people believed and lined up for the shots. Around 2024 even the loudest proponents became silent. That was a relief anyhow.

Still, they needed goods and services, so there are farms, largely poorly run mechanical food factories. There are also special dark farms that run the old way, so that there are good things for them. There are factories for their needs and department stores for them to shop in. We don't have the money, even if they would let us in. You must have a special invisible tattoo on your left cheek for the doors to open to you. There is a reader at the door.

On the street level there are two types of people. We are the survivors walking a tight rope for life. Then there are the bees. Worker bees for the comfort of the powerful and elite. Many of them were what we believed were illegals coming here on their own. But they were brought here to take the place of natives. They mind things for their owners and keep the streets nice to look at. We don't drive cars. They outlawed normal gas runners. There are cars tucked everywhere, unusable. We walk and ride the rare and unreliable buses. They drive fine strange vehicles.

All real houses of sincere worship were closed in 2025, for offensive language and racism. They house third world migrants in them now, also in the hotels and some of the closed high schools and larger buildings of all types. There are home meetings. It's hard to get an invitation to one because of the danger of betrayal.

We make our own music. We use everything up. We make our own food at home. We plant gardens and hope that they escape notice. We keep chickens. We mend clothing. There are tons of used stuff. Everywhere you look there are the material possessions of the dead. We look funny in our secondhand outfits. We try to stay away from medical care. Too many of us go into a hospital, but never come out. We think euthanasia is the main treatment there.

In 2026 President Harris signed a directive making medical care the business of the government. You don't want to end up in a hospital unless there is no other choice. Better to die in peace at home if you must.

There are no more funerals. They outlawed them. Each town has its own crematorium. We are not sure what they do with the ashes. When a family member dies and is processed, the family receives a document officially acknowledging the death.

They tell us we are happy. But we are very weary. Everything changed after the great Reorg. We try to tell the children how life was. You can't blame them for thinking it has always been like this. There is not much in the way of history taught, just stories about how much better it is now. We try to keep our children out of the govco schools. For one thing, schools are literally not safe for a child. We teach them the basics at home.

We have a black underground economy. We have our own currency. They destroy anything they find having to do with our means of buying and selling. But we just start up a printing shop somewhere else and issue new bills, dated when they were made. Old ones lose value quickly. There is a lot of barter where it makes sense. We know we will probably not be able to keep this up forever.

Forever. We know who we are waiting for, and we see the signs. Against all odds, the Temple Mount in Jerusalem is in the the hands of the Israelis. They made a new temple and started the sacrifices again. There is no peace there. A strange malignant figure is being spoken of.

Even so, come Lord Jesus. December of the year 2030.

Much more to come

(By Pbird--@How to Meow in Yiddish)

[xxxavo]

request: hiya! I was wondering if you’d be able to write for sinbad? perhaps where the reader is feeling a bit deflated when sinbad is accused of sleeping with the emperors daughter? :)

summary: i basically had the majority of this reply written last year on my other account ( @iimuchakk ), just never finished it, so I just did it quickly now cause I wanna post something magi cause i love magi. it’s more angsty(?) then what I was going for when I first wrote it, but yeh.

sinbad isnt to sure how to feel about this. on one hand, he understands your frustration. after all he’s a ladies man, being dubbed “lady killer of the seven seas” because of it, but on the other hand, with the help of yamuraiha’s magic, he was able to prove his innocence. so at first sinbad brushes the matter off, just patting you on the shoulder with a faint smile as the lament your worries to him, though he grows frustrated when your mood beings to sour the more he ignores it. still a bit uncertain, since he did not sleep with the pinkette empress, the king turns to saher for help. surely another wife will be able to clear up the situation for him.

now, sinbad was expecting the situation to be cleared up, but he wasn’t planning on sitting through a four hour lecture on the matter. sindria’s king felt like a child as he sat, pale faced on a stool, listening to saher’s analysis on the situation.

“you mean to tell me that all your closest friends believed you had slept with the princess—! how embarrassing that must have been for your poor betrothed!” she fained, placing one hand on her forehead as she imagined the suffering for herself. suddenly, her eyes landed on the shrunken purple haired man and narrowed. “true or not sinbad, you flirt with every woman in sight. imagine how much they must love you, standing strong whilst everyone blamed you for sleeping with someone other then them, and then having you heed no attention to them afterwards. all eyes must have been on her, judging her, making her feel like she couldn’t please you—“

“alright, alright...” sighed sinbad, scratching the back of his neck as the guilt he’d been prolonging finally began to settle in. “i think i understand now. thank you saher.”

with a new perspective, sinbad spent the rest of the day trying to figure out how to show to his wife, and others, that he was a loyal man now, through and through. admittedly he was still unsure about what angle to approach this from considering he was still pretty prideful, but he knew he had to suck it up and just do what he knew was right.

when he entered your shared room, sinbad rose an eyebrow at your form seated at your make up table, angrily raking your hands through your hair and tugging the locks from your frustrations. in the reflection of the mirror, you saw him, made eye contact, huffed, and then continued your nightly routine.

“alway’s a delight to see you too.” joked sinbad, from both amusement and annoyance, not really a fan of such a rude exchange though it’s not like you were going to smother him in kisses right now. you didn’t reply to him, instead you just roll your eyes so far back sinbad for a split second is worried you’ll do blind, and sighs in relief when they fall back into place. the silence remains strong, as does your resolve to keep your distance from sinbad and his womanizing ways as he stands in your shared room, it seems.

what could he do? sure, he had all the money in the world, but a new dress or gold chain wasn’t going to fix the clearly wavering faith you had in him. the thought, at first, made him bristle, though upon inspection he came to the conclusion you were right to have that perception of him. it’s not like he dosent flirt back with his harmen, chuckle when they rub his muscles and coo words of sweet nothingness into his ears. hell, the fact he even still had a harmen was terrible in and of itself.

how long would you put up with this? he wondered, as he noticed the tears now welling up in your eyes as he watched you through the reflection in the mirror. would he even put up with it, if you were doing the same?

as dribbled of black from your make up dribbled down your cheeks, a sudden wave of emotion crashing over you as your husband just stood there, stiff and struggling for words, sinbad couldn’t help but sigh, running his chunky fingers through his hair as he turned his attention to the view from the balcony, the sun seemingly beginning to set on this hell of a day.

“ . . . i’ll try to be better.” but would he?

[iimuchakk]

hiya! I was wondering if you’d be able to write for Sinbad? perhaps where the reader is feeling a bit deflated when Sinbad is accused of sleeping with the emperors daughter? :)

answered here ( @xxxavo )

[teatitty]

Sharrkan is the first person since Kassim to call Alibaba “Ali” and Pisti is the first since Mariam to use “Li” and “Li-Li.” The first time Alibaba hears those respective nicknames it throws him for a loop and his throat swells with emotion. He has to hide his face so they don’t see the tears in his eyes but he’s smiling all the same

[intp-vs-magi]

Some canon-compliant slice of life headcanons for the Eight Generals/Sindria

Yamlikha and Masrur dated once, seemingly to spite Sharrkan specifically. It lasted about a week before Ja'far told them to stop because it was "disrupting the peace" (Sharrkan wouldn't stop crying to him about it)

Not many people from Sasan moved to Sindria due to cultural and religious customs. So Spartos struggles to find company outside of his overbearing colleagues. He did remain friends with the squad of enbies Sharrkan and Pisti introduced him to.

Sinbad used to wander the streets of Sindria in disguise. Keeping tabs on the general vibe among the citizenry. Sometimes joining the fishermen if he was feeling nostalgic. Until he got too busy for that and resorted to eavesdropping with Zepar's power.

The recipes Ja'far teaches to the palace cooks are the ones Rurumu taught him. It's his way of keeping her memory alive at the heart of Sindria. It’s appreciated by those in the palace that were around when she was.

Sinbad enjoys sparring with the military Generals on occasion and uses it to blow off steam. Or at least he does with Hinahoho, Sharrkan, Spartos and Masrur. Drakon refuses to spar with him or anyone else. Sinbad seems to intuitively understand his reason, but everyone else finds it disappointing.

Pisti taught Aziza to fake cry in order to better garner Sharrkan's sympathy.

Yamlikha installed magical locks on her office door to keep people (Pisti and Sharrkan) from barging in and asking her to heal their random scrapes and bruises when SHE IS NOT A HEALER and there is an ENTIRE MEDICAL WING FOR THAT.

Drakon hoards due to his dragon instincts, but doesn't realize that he's doing it. This usually manifests as him bringing home some shiny nicknack he saw in a shop and immediately forgetting about it. Sahel resells most of it when things start getting crowded. She never mentions it to him because she finds it charming and knows he'd be embarrassed if someone pointed it out. At least they’re stimulating the economy.

Pisti's roc lives in a roost carved into the wall of the canyon that runs behind the palace. It’s name is probably something like Charlene or Margery. She takes it home every year to see it’s mate.

It is widely known that the seeds of the papagoreya fruit must be removed before export or they will leech poison during shipping. In reality this myth is perpetuated by farmers and sindrian merchants in order to keep a monopoly on the fruit. Foreign visitors often brag about getting to taste the fresh fruit “before the seeds are removed.” This conspiracy was Ja'far's idea of course.

Spartos returns home every year to partake in the Pilgrimage Feast. The dedicated party animals among the generals were furious to learn the nature of this holiday. It’s the one day of the year he allows himself to partake in drugs and tomfoolery and he goes and does it without them!

[randomhobbyist]

Masrur

[devilrosola]

[faun-the-hound]

Malachi thoughts because I did one on Levin a while ago (long post, I apologise, I have many thoughts) (side note: Avira is Aphmau's name in my rewrite)

Malachi was eight when he died, pushed off a balcony by a disgruntled staff member at his castle. Malachi is a vampire magi, different to an actual vampire in the sense of- they're not immortal, nor do they have to consume blood to survive (thought they are primarily carnivorous), but their innate Magicks function off of blood in general, and tend to focus on what could be called "dark Magick".

The main problem with that was, his family were all human. His parents, aunts, uncles, cousins, and all four of his older siblings. His mother was Kul'zak the Wanderer's own daughter, and despite never even seeing the Relic, Divine Magick lingered in her blood, carrying on to her children, and in Malachi's case, mutating into Magi genes.

Malachi's Magick was extremely powerful as a baby, and, being a baby, he had zero control over it, unintentionally torturing his siblings and parents with graphic nightmares. Kul'zak had been living far from civilisation in a stone keep somewhere in the tundra of southern Ru'aun for the last several years, completely untraceable, until he caught wind that his youngest grandson was a magi.

He took Malachi from his family when he was just thirteen months old, disappearing back into the tundra and isolating the child. It was never meant to be permanent. Kul'zak had his time raising children, and enjoyed his peaceful solitude after his wife's death. He used his Relic to keep the castle hidden, moving it from place to place to prevent anyone finding him.

Kul'zak unfortunately didn't get to teach Malachi much before growing ill. He, reluctantly, brought in staff to help him care for the castle, his vast collection of books, and his grandson, passing away when Malachi was six.

Malachi had a decent enough grasp on his Magick by then, but still frequently tormented the servants by mistake, especially in times of high distress, anger or fear, which were often after Kul'zak's passing.

In death, his Magick became amplified. The Relic hidden within the castle kept him trapped there, binding his spirit to itself through the dormant Divine Magick in his blood and keeping him there, keeping him in pain. He was in constant pain as a ghost, terrible headaches and aches wracking his spine and legs, often driving him to breakdown, which only made his Magick react in kind, eventually driving the few remaining servants away.

His Magick died down after meeting Avira and being released from the castle, and his pain faded when he was around her, a result from her own dormant Magick. He started calling Laurence 'Apa' as a joke, as Laurance reminded him of Kul'zak physically (brown hair, one eye, scarred face), and later taught Levin to do the same thing.

When he did eventually get revived, a lot of his memories were messed up, he forgot almost completely about the castle and Relic hidden within it, and his own blood family- not that they mattered anymore, they were all long dead by now anyway. Almost all of Kul'zak's descendants are dead by the time of Avira, hunted by Shadow Knights, or having passed away years ago, leaving just Malachi and two others who will be revealed later.

He lost most of his Magick when he was revived, making it a whole lot more manageable, and he started learning with Lucinda and Zoey to properly use and control it without hurting people, using animal blood as fuel for his spells.

As an adult, Malachi is the Lord of Phoenix Drop, being older than Levin, and actually able to deal with the responsibility. He was alone for over nine hundred years, he lost the only man who ever cared for him at six years old, he knows how to handle the stress far better than his little brother.

Levin gave him the scarf Avira found him in as a reminder for when Malachi travels, the scarf that actually belonged to Vylad, matching his (technical) uncle. Dante taught him to swordfight, specifically duel-wielding, and they have a very similar fighting style. He learned to speak elvish while living in Yggdrasil for a couple years, and upon returning, started teaching Rollo and Lello (Donna's sons) as well.

He's very mature as an adult, very serious, calm and collected at all times, though he broke down in public seeing his Mom and Apa coming home after so long, clinging to them both and refusing to let go until Logan pried him off and directed him to go home and rest after their trip to Bright Port.

He has a very good relationship to Logan and Yip, being the two he travels with most frequently for diplomatic trips, regarding Yip as a brother and Logan as his uncle. His closest relationship, outside of his own family, is with Lucinda, she helped him control his Magick and vampiric tendencies, and was a rock for him to lean on when his parents disappeared. He doesn't know where she is, but they keep in contact and he often writes to her for advice when it comes to lordship.

A few extra facts:

-He's naturally left-handed, but taught himself to be ambidextrous while training with Dante -The scarf he wears technically still belongs to Levin, and Lev wears it when Malachi's at home -His magic blood shows itself in fangs and slightly pointed ears, he looks half-magi, but is a full-blooded vampire, the reduced traits are because his magi genes come from Divine Magick rather than ancestry -His fangs have left two small scars on his lower lips that look like snake-bites from a distance -He focusses his innate Magicks into making charms and wards to keep the remaining Phoenix Drop residents safe -He learned from Lucinda how to summon a familiar, which takes the form of a northern ghost bat (this guy) named Cotton -Cotton spends most of her time hiding in the folds of the scarf or hiding in the leaves of the sacred oak in Phoenix Drop

[just-aleri]

Magi layouts

I wanted to do a matching layouts with the Eight Generals but since I can't put more than 10 photos in one post I'll give you the link here

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mostly fun magi hcs because its the middle of the night !!

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- the idea of yamuraiha opening a magic schools makes me very very happy !!!

- in a modern au i think badr would be the kind of dad to write an email to future sinbad in every birthday of his until he turned eighteen

- sharrkan has a celebrity crush on sinbad (so, one sided and not that serious)

- sinbad is very sensible to certain fabrics to the point of getting actually mad if he touches them if it overstimulates him but he plays it off as his "im rich and want the best" persona

- sinbad very much calls himself the uncle of every single one of hinahoho and rurumu's kids

- at some point of ja'far's childhood he started calling rurumu his mom, hinahoho still tears up when he hears him and whenever he can he hugs him super tight without saying why

- for my own peace of mind pisti doesn't really talk to her mom or at the very least doesn't feel comfortable around her

- sharrkan/spartos is my jam!!! i think sharrkan is polyamorous too :)

- drakon is very very patient with kids. so much so, i could see him being the designated babysitter for hinahoho if anything comes up

- ^ i think that comes from the fact that nobody was patient with him when he was a kid and it was later paired with the fact that it isn't uncommon for children to be scared of his looks so he tries to make himself as approachable as possible and is very happy when a kid is comfortable around him ☹️💗