#musings of a sorcerer
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the-silver-peahen-residence · 4 months ago
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*yukino decided to pay a visit to Yuji seeing him with Megumi and Gojo as he snuck up behind him before jumping on his back, wrapping his arms around him from behind* "Hey Yuji, surprise seeing you strolling around here again"
Yuji was thinking about something but he then blinks to feel someone on his back. Both Gojo and Megumi looks seeing Yukino while Yuji laughed.
"Umm same for you too, Yukino." he said.
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telumendils · 1 year ago
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gale: i can’t absorb your magic without killing you because you’re a sorcerer. you literally are magic.
my tav who does not understand the difference between a sorcerer and a wizard:
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starrspice · 2 years ago
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A bunch of my AU Y/Ns getting along and talking about their respective Sun and Moon?
It's more likely than you think
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vagabond-umlaut · 2 months ago
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honestly speaking, i think i will be fine with gojo staying dead AND with him coming back to life---i'm neutral about this matter ngl---but one thing's for sure, I AM NOT READING JJK 2 IF IT HAS NO SATORU IN IT. LIKE, NOPE BUDDY, I AIN'T GONNA READ IT
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bucking-mustangs-with-wings · 7 months ago
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Fae!Gale @ me because I keep changing the dialogue of the current scene in ch. 3 so he's been sitting injured in the same spot for the past 4 fucking days
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kimboo-york · 3 months ago
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Looking for a Post
I thought I had reblogged it but I guess not? And no amount of searching using this site's broken search is helping.
It was a post about redefining witch-wizard-sorcerer out of gendered norms, explaining what they are that had nothing to do with the gender of the person.
Something to do with external vs. internal magic?
Anyway I liked it a lot and thought I saved it but I did NOT. Help???
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memesomething · 1 year ago
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"they're dead. it's over. there's nothing you can do."
"no. that's not good enough."
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sagilsnonsense · 6 months ago
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Cat Milooooo!!!!! My partner did these drawings of him so credit to @shroom-lord for the art! We decided he'd be great for the Jujutsu Kaisen fandom and I've even got a small story going on for him about him being half curse and half human, he's got two souls too as a result!
Explanation down below
Possible spoilers with abuse, child neglect, gore, and near death experience:
Starting from the top, Milo was born in a rather cruel family that was looking for sons instead of daughters (Milo is transgender btw, female to male) so when they had Milo they resented them because he was a girl at birth and shunned him as a result, at the age of 8 they had grown less and less tolerant of him and had the bright idea to take him to an alleyway and attempted to beat him to death, knocking out his right eye and giving him that gash on his left cheek, he came rather close to death and as a result, a curse bound to him, an old curse that pitied his situation and gave Milo his feline features.
Milo can be seen by everyone, curse, curse user, and non-curse users alike, hence why he has the Shōzoku on hiding his appearance for when he's in public, Gojo found him in the alleyway where he was hunting animals and scrounging around for scraps like an animal and took him in since 1. He was fascinated by how this half-breed came to be and 2. They couldn't have someone like Milo running around and scaring the locals.
Milo became a Jujutsu sorcerer after that and continues to hide his appearance from everyone, even his fellow sorcerers at Jujutsu High.
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marathedemonoverlord · 1 year ago
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So I decide to check the app and my husband messages us this:
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And first off I'm just obsessed with that terrarium it's so frigging cool!
But like you look at the options and like:
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And like MC why are you such a Bitch?
Like dude. You'll suck up the shit the Brothers/Diavolo/Barbatos/Demons in general do to you with a straw but Solomon gets you something as awesome as that and gives you a cool ass opportunity to explore it and you're going to give a bitchy response to it?
God Nightbringer really makes me dislike MC it's so weird how the more I pull away the more I realize MC ain't shit LOL.
And yes this is just me being salty and pissy we can't be nice to Solomon/Say what we want because I'm obsessed with that terrarium!
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the-silver-peahen-residence · 5 months ago
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*Yukino would be at a Ramen Shop enjoying some savory Miso tempura ramen as he felt so calm and at peace while eating*
"For the last time Sukuna, you can't be scaring the locals just to get free food." Yuji was walking near by but he was just done a mission with Sukuna feeling bored.
"And who's fault is that? You said you were getting food so I'm hungry."
"Of course you are. -_-." He said.
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protect-namine · 1 month ago
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you know, I think neji would enjoy playing dnd. getting to write stories and play characters with no limitations, and having to improv with the other players because he would never have full control of where the story was headed? it would be a dream come true, and also therapeutic. neji would of course be the dm who would "yes and" anything his players want to do. the story would be something everyone has input on and would help shape. an adventure that neji himself couldn't predict or write on his own. also, just imagine him describing his setting and doing all his character voices, he'd love that so much
I think it would be a good exercise for quartz too, because they'd have to make their own characters and backstories and roleplay in character without a script to direct them. especially to kisa "transparent vessel" tachibana, who can act out any character but is afraid of letting herself be seen through them. similarly, kai as well, since he'd be in charge of his own character instead of propping someone else up
on the flip side, fumi would get to enjoy playing a character but not having the pressure to be the lead/spotlight of a story. he's there to play, not perform
sou would also LOVE dnd. I think he'd be really into the character creation and lore, and is probably the next person I can think of who can try being the dm when neji is sick/tired/wants to be a player. he's the player who takes down notes and remembers one small detail neji mentioned four sessions ago that becomes relevant to the current session. neji loves him because sou is the one who appreciates his world building the most
suzu and fumi would instigate so much in the adventure, which neji would love. suzu makes a character everyone loves (like hachipochi) and always brings snacks to the table
fumi has read all of the player handbook, and mitsuki has read maybe a quarter of it (only the relevant parts to his character and how some dice rolls and combat work). mitsuki is also the one who doesn't put much effort into his character's backstory but unexpectedly gets big character development during the adventure, surprising everyone in the table including both the dm and himself
otori is very good at both roleplaying and combat, has created a compelling character, and tries to go on solo adventures but eventually gets roped into the party because he can't adventure alone in neji's setting
#mine musings#liveblogging jj#jack jeanne#this would also be like. a way less stressful way for them to practice improv than anything neji makes them do for the class lol#theater kids enjoying dnd? tale as old as time#i am unsure of everyone's classes except for kisa. kisa would be the bard. sou is probably a wizard#i like the idea of kai choosing warlock because then he'd have a patron to play off of#but neji forces him to roleplay more and exercise agency by making his patron unpleasant to be with lmao#i have no idea what fumi would be because like. if this was acting he'd be a high charisma character. but he's here to play not perform#i think the class closest to his natural self would be sorcerer but idk maybe he wants to do something different when playing#like... rogue. it's so un-fumi-like but it would be fun for him i think precisely because it's not like him#suzu is the one most unfamiliar with the rules so he chooses fighter/barbarian. he's very good nonetheless#also we need a melee character here or someone with high str lol#and suzu would enjoy being the athletic character who brings victory to the team#mitsuki looks at everyone's character sheets. sighs. chooses cleric because SOMEONE has to be the healer in the group :/#but he also likes being the support to everyone so it works out#just like with kai. neji makes mitsu roleplay more by making him frequently engage with his deity of choice#idk what otori would choose but i like the idea of him being a paladin. i think that suits him#neji is usually the dm but when he's the player he can be anything. he has the same problem as fumi#but while fumi chooses a character different from himself. neji would just go full eccentric#so maybe a druid who keeps changing to different animals. or an artificer with weird/creative inventions#actually i think sou would be a good dm for a neji who wants to play artificer. he'd be intimidated at first but he can roll with it
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longagoitwastuesday · 2 months ago
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I actually like the last chapter. I think the ideas are very good. I have my qualms on how some things were managed, as I always do, but I think shonen authors get tangled in the expectations of a shonen to the point it jeopardises their writing, often even when they're not lacking in skills
#I think the nothingness‚ the absence‚ the moving on despite everything‚... is a good if heartbreaking idea#and we do see snippets of it throughout the entire manga‚ yet I think it is mostly lacking in execution#I like the quiet ways in which we see the characters mourn. How Megumi laughs at the letter‚#how Shoko muses about how Satoru should have let her take care of Geto's body‚ the faint smile when Megumi agrees‚#how Shoko quits smoking again‚ Yuuji giving this person hope and a second chance‚ making a reference to him not being executed‚#and giving Sukuna too a chance for him to take one day a different path#All those are very good ideas and all those are very moving quiet ways of grieving. But. It feels in general so lacking#There's so much of everything else in contrast‚ even things that have way less importance narratively than this most of the time‚#that it feels lacking. Especially with how one has to dig to find these things. There's so much that could have been done with the same idea#And done so much better. But the idea is good. The absences are good. The quiet presences are good.The nothingness is good if bitter and sad#But it could have been written better#I also think this ending with Yuuji apparently knowing about Sukuna‚ his lies‚ his little hint of softness‚ the potential second path‚...#makes even more believable why he'd try at all to offer him a second chance. And I love that Yuuji knows him and I love that he still...#leaves the door open for that second chance to occur at some point. Trusting that Sukuna would walk that other path next time#And I love that without openly acknowledging Gojo he demonstrates that he hasn't forgotten him in his acting#How he gives that guy a second chance‚ how he jokes about him not getting executed‚ how he wants to make sure people‚ 'problem children'‚#don't get left behind. He doesn't mimick Gojo in his power but in this flippant but caring aspect and thus he's not forgotten#I do like this. It's heartbreaking. Gojo's desire to be forgotten is bittersweet as it's in a way a desire for... normalcy and humanity#To be surpassed. It goes well with how Gege says Gojo can do anything and thus why he does nothing‚ not even hobbies‚#to leave something for the future generations and not being another wall in their achievements#Gojo's desire to be forgotten is in line with the constancy of his writing when it comes to being drunk on his status#and yet resentful of his loneliness. It's a mix of being left behind and not being left behind#For being left behind and forgotten would mean he is more like the rest. Just another step forwards#And he'd have done what he wanted to achieve. Sorcerers can't stop a long while to grieve but Yuuji takes his words and actions#into consideration and steps forwards. Does the same. Fulfills Gojo's expectations. Walks towards the future. And that's the legacy Gojo#wanted and not going down in history as a legend or the strongest. He was just a teacher. Like Yaga was. He was not even the principal#Just a teacher. His role‚ the role he chose for himself‚ has been fulfilled. Now all this could have done way better#Something of Yuta and Megumi given their dynamics with Gojo would have been good. But I guess Gojo's 'at least one' works well#with Yuuji being the one doing the work. Yuuji was also ontologically alienated since birth and still he too remained cheerful and flippant#despite being so lonely so I guess the final parallel is intentional. But it could have been managed better still. The idea is good though
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tariah23 · 10 months ago
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https://x.com/repprada/status/1749148417073524772?s=46&t=QiKHdDdvKoMxWGyakqTvxA
Oh my god-
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ask-the-crimson-king · 11 months ago
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Fantasy's Wings
Dusk descended gracefully upon the beautiful glittering spires of Tizca. Small lanterns, crafted by the younger children in anticipation for the celebration, hung all around the city. It was the beginning of the celebrations to ring in the new year, and tonight was the Night of Wishes, a time where children would make lanterns, make a wish, and let them fly off into the night. Some had already been lit, flying into the pale orange sky as it faded to a deeper blue, while others waited until the first stars appeared. They were all colorful, adorned with all manner of decorations from abstract patterns of colors to depictions of mythical beasts and animals.
Zikar-Sin strode around the city without much care or purpose. His day's work had been completed, and he had wanted to see the bounds of his home again. The quiet hum of everyday life around him was a breath of fresh air compared to the constant drum of war. He had only been away for approximately a decade, but he was more than happy to return. He was awaiting his placement to one of his cousin Legions for his secondment.
He had selected three of them, based on a few of the interactions he had with their warriors; the White Scars, the Iron Warriors, and the Word Bearers. He almost selected the Blood Angels, but one of his close friends -- an initiate into the Order of Ruin named Imentet -- was already selected to join them. So he chose the Word Bearers, in part because he wanted to meet the newly recovered primarch. Lorgar had been discovered and given reign over his Legion only about five years prior, and Zikar-Sin found the change from Iconoclasts to the Bearers of the Word... interesting. Not that he knew the Legion much before the coming of their primarch, just that they seemed to transform themselves into something... different. New to the Legions.
New wasn't always bad. So he wanted to learn more about it.
As the Astartes walked, he let his mind unwind a little. He rose into the lower Ennumerations with some concentration, allowing him to see the City of Light in all its splendor. Presently he stood on the edge of central Tizca, the mountains flanking him as he watched the waning dusk. Stars began to peek out of the dimming sky, which meant that it was almost time for the other lanterns to be lit and released. Zikar-Sin remembered when he first took part in the tradition; he had just been selected as an initiate into the Legion itself, and he had created one infused with his hopes to be the greatest warrior the galaxy had ever seen.
How naive he once was, he thought to himself.
You're still naive, he knew his brothers would tell him. Just a different kind of it.
He shrugged off the assumed words of his close kindred and started his walk back into the city proper. Families were gathering with their little ones, carefully taking the lanterns and preparing to send them off on their final flights.
As he walked, he kept his mind open, sensing the temperaments of those he strolled past. One child was wishing for another cat in addition to the five they already had, much to the chagrin of their older sibling who happened to be allergic. Could that be altered by the Pavoni? Zikar-Sin would have to ask later. As the child lit the lantern with the help of their sibling and parents, Zikar-Sin felt the dulled mind and presence of a stray a few streets over. With some gentle aetheric nudging, he led the animal back to the child, much to their immense delight. The Astartes was already long gone by the time the cat had made it over, and the bright light of happiness outshone their own lantern in Zikar-Sin's aethersight.
He continued onward, his mind still abroad and wandering. Another child was hoping that they could use their pyromantic abilities to turn into a dragon, or a lion with the mane of a sun. Their parents were not as enthused by this aspiration, and Zikar-Sin noticed they had already more than fireproofed their home. The parents did not have a similar lean -- one was an auramancer while the other some variation of geokineticist -- so the gentle tiredness and exasperation at their child's wish and aspirations for the coming year was nothing new for them. He allowed himself a smile.
But then something interesting snagged at his other senses. It wasn't a happy emotion, rather one of fear and sadness. Zikar-Sin's brow furrowed, and he went and followed the thread. It led him back towards the Silver District, to a side street that didn't have any lanterns hung.
Well. Save for one, being closely held by a small child.
They must've been no older than eight or nine Terran years, by Zikar-Sin's rough estimate. Midnight blues and uncertain yellows clung to them closely. They were crying. Zikar-Sin approached slowly, gently brushing his mind against theirs. He found a longing there, but before he could discern more, the child jumped and whipped their head around, looking for the source of the disturbance. They spotted Zikar-Sin and jumped backwards, trying to hide their lantern and aggressively wiping at their face to hide their tears.
"I did not mean to disturb you," Zikar-Sin said slowly.
"Am I in trouble?" the child asked. Zikar-Sin shook his head.
"Of course not. Why would you be?"
"Because you're not supposed to be sad when people are celebrating," the child answered.
"And who told you that?"
"My friends." The child wiped at their face again.
"Not all celebrations will bring feelings of happiness," Zikar-Sin said. He stepped closer and crouched down so he was more on the child's level. "I am Zikar-Sin, of the Thousand Sons. May I have your name?"
"Huitzilin," the child answered.
"It is very nice to meet you, Huitzilin," Zikar-Sin said with a smile. "Would you mind if I asked why you were feeling sad?" He sensed Huitzilin mentally brace, as though they were facing reprimand or ridicule.
"I..." they hesitated, fiddling with the tassels of the lantern still behind their back. "I just miss my dad..." Tears came to their eyes, though they did their best not to cry in front of an Astartes. Zikar-Sin feared this meant the child was an orphan of war, realizing their father was garrisoned with the 28th Expedition Fleet. But he then saw what made up part of the child's lantern, though Huitzilin wanted to hide it. Unfortunately, the child's aura betrayed their emotions. It was a letter, promising he would be home soon, and to keep watch over their cat and bird while he was away.
"You miss him dearly, don't you?" Zikar-Sin asked. "I'm sure he misses you just as much." Huitzilin nodded and sobbed, covering their eyes with a hand.
"I'm sorry..."
"No, no, don't apologize. Here." The Astartes took out a small rag from the belt that helped secure his tunic in place. The child took it and wiped at their eyes and nose. "Would you like a hug?" Huitzilin took a moment to consider, before nodding wordlessly and allowing themself to be brought into a warm hug by the Astartes.
"I'm sorry," Huitzilin mumbled.
"Hush. None of that now," Zikar-Sin said softly. "Don't let anyone tell you that you aren't allowed to be upset about missing your parents. No matter the occasion. Okay?"
"Okay." The child pulled back, still hiccuping a little. They brought the lantern to their chest, sniffling and rubbing their eyes.
"Would you like my help releasing your lantern?" the Astartes asked. Huitzilin hesitated for a few moments. They hugged the lantern a bit tighter, almost defensive over it. Zikar-Sin felt the child's worry. They worried that if they let it go, they'd be letting go of their father's promise. Their wish was obvious.
"It is okay to say no," Zikar-Sin said. "Scary thought, to let go of a wish, isn't it?" Huitzilin nodded. "You know, I bet your father made a lantern for you tonight. And he has the same wish as you." The child's eyes widened.
"They make lanterns out there?" they asked. Zikar-Sin nodded.
"Of course. And, just like the ones here, they get released into the tides of the Great Ocean itself, and through the power of great will... they may just come true," the Astartes answered. "The more people wish for something, the more likely it is to come true."
Huitzilin looked back at the lantern. It was decorated like a brightly colored bird, the note from their father inside.
"Again, it is okay to say no. You do not have to let go of it if you do not want to," Zikar-Sin said.
"I think I want to," Huitzilin said, holding out the lantern to Zikar-Sin. "That way, my lantern can find his, and our wishes can both come true." Zikar-Sin nodded, beginning to conjure a small current of wind around him.
"Are you ready?" he asked. Huitzilin nodded, closing his eyes and silently mouthing his wish. When he opened his eyes again, Zikar-Sin lit the lantern, sending it into the skies above to join the thousands of other artificial stars, buoyed by the hopes and dreams of the children of Prospero.
"I hope it works," Huitzilin said quietly.
"It will. I know it will." The Astartes slowly stood to his full height, nearly doubling that of the child's. "Would you like to join me for the festivities happening in Occulum Square? A few of my brothers have planned out quite the spectacle. I think you'd enjoy it."
"That's a far walk..." Huitzilin mumbled. Zikar-Sin laughed.
"And who said you would be the one walking? I can carry you on my back, if you'd like."
That seemed to excite the child. They nodded, and Zikar-Sin crouched down again, letting Huitzilin hop on.
"Hold on tight, we'll be there before the sun fades!" the Astartes said. He gave the child a few seconds to clasp their hands around his neck, and he supported their legs before he stood and ran off through the streets of Tizca. His sandals slapped against the paved walkways as he raced for the heart of the city, making sure to take the streets that were less occupied so that he didn't accidentally trample over anyone. Huitzilin laughed and whooped in his ear, urging him to run faster, almost as though Zikar-Sin were their noble steed. The Astartes grinned himself and did his best to comply, taking a detour before getting to the heart of the festivities. He let the child down as the opening remarks began, earning some strange looks from the other gathered Thousand Sons present.
Zikar-Sin spent the next hour accompanying Huitzilin around the festival, until they ran into their friends and said. The children were in awe at the fact that Huitzilin had befriended one of the Legion. A couple of them seemed jealous, much to Zikar-Sin's delight. They invited Huitzilin to come play some games with them, and the child hesitated, looking up at Zikar-Sin.
"You don't need my permission," he said. "If you want to play with them, you are free to do so."
"I don't want to leave you alone," Huitzilin said, wringing his hands nervously. Zikar-Sin laughed.
"Oh, don't worry. My brothers are nearby. I'll need to check in with them anyway," he said. He looked over to where three of them had gathered, talking among themselves about some higher concepts. One of them noticed Zikar-Sin looking in their direction and furrowed his brow. Zikar-Sin grinned mischievously. "Maybe once you are done playing, you all can come meet them. I'm sure they would love to say hello."
+Zikar, what in the Emperor's name are you dragging us into?+ came a psychic voice.
+You can handle being around some small children for a few short minutes,+ Zikar-Sin sent back. +Some socialization would do you good.+
+Like you have any leg to stand on.+
+I have two, actually.+ Zikar-Sin then pushed away his brother's connection, focusing back on the children who were excitedly talking amongst themselves.
"That'd be awesome!" said one of them.
"Can we meet them now?" asked another.
"Later," Zikar-Sin said, "first I need to speak with them. Go play your games and have fun, and I'll call you all over when they're ready."
There was a small chorus of 'awww's that followed his words, but the kids seemed to accept it.
"C'mon, Huitzi," one of the kids said, gently grabbing Huitzilin by the shoulder. "You've got to see this cool lizard thing! It's from one of the worlds my mom went to!"
"No way, they've got to see my new cat first!"
"I want to show them the dragon!"
"Peace, children, peace," Zikar-Sin said with a dry expression. "Huitzilin, what would you like to see first?"
"Well..." Huitzilin said, frowning in thought. "The lizard does sound cool..."
"Then let's go! Bye, Sir Astartes!" said one of the kids, grabbing Huitzilin's hand and pulling them away. Zikar-Sin waved goodbye, watching them run off. He then turned to go join his brothers, a soft smile on his face.
"Scouting for new initiates?" asked the same who had intruded on his thoughts earlier.
"Not really," Zikar-Sin answered. "Though isn't that your job, Nekhbet?"
"Sometimes, when I'm not tending to the one's we're already testing," Nekhbet answered. "You seem to like the child well enough. They could be Astartes material. They seem to be of age."
"Hmm..." Zikar-Sin frowned.
"We could at the very least test for viability," said the soft-spoken voice of Asim, hardly more than an aspirant himself. Zikar-Sin turned back to where Huitzilin had ran off, thinking of the child's wish.
"I think they may like that idea," Zikar-Sin said.
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The sky churned with the might of an endless storm above him. Starlight was obscured and refracted in strange ways, making the already peculiar light cast over the landscape even stranger. The ground beneath his armored boots was shards of shattered glass, each reflecting facets of both past and future to be and never to be again.
In his hands was a lantern, light and decorated in the aspect of a colorful bird. With a breath, Zikar-Sin conjured a current of wind, lit the lantern, and let it fly off into the sky. Inside of it was a note, never to be read.
It was but one artificial star, flying alone into the uncaring heavens above. It carried a wish that was never to be granted.
A wish for his little brother to find peace and safety in whatever realm he now walked within.
A silent tear rolled down his cheek, falling and splashing onto one of the shards below. As the sorcerer turned, he conjured his tower, walking inside without another glance at the tortured sky.
He did not see that, for the barest and briefest of moments, there was a second lantern. It winked in and out of existence in the span of a heartbeat, but it was there.
And that was all that mattered.
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chmerical · 2 months ago
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momo ayase tldr:
» sixteen year old high school student who lives with her grandma, a spirit medium » has psychic powers of her own that awakened when she was abducted by aliens, specifically psychokinesis. besides being able to move things and latch onto them, she can see people's auras and can grab them as well, often incapacitating them. » bold asf, a bit ( a lot ) of a hothead and ready to throw hands while also being a goofball and a dork who loves the occult » compassionate as hell, evident in the way she's quick to apologize if she goes too far and in how she goes out of her way to help others, often putting herself at risk with no regard to her own wellbeing » here for a good time, not a long time vibes. but she's growin out of that mentality slowly but surely » so fuckin expressive, she makes wild gestures and her face always always shows what she's feeling/thinking at any moment in time » not book smart at all, but is surprisingly observant & perceptive when faced with yokai & aliens
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ask-the-monster-nest-xxx · 10 months ago
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Send a 🌂🐍 for a starter with Yakumo in the fairy tale au.
Send a 🏰📖 for a starter with Olivine in the fairy tale au.
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Send a 🐇⏰️ or 🍑♨️ for a starter with Eiden in the fairy tale au.
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Send a 🐈‍⬛️👠 for a themed starter with Rei in the fairy tale au
Send a 📖🦊 for a themed starter with Kuya in the fairy tale au
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