#wizarding social media I couldn't think of a name of

[simp-ly-writes]

Breaking Character

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Pairing: Gentleman!Boyfriend!Spencer Agnew x gn!Partner!Reader

─ · · SUMMARY: You try your hardest to beat Gentleman Spencer at his own game of saying increasingly outlandish comments while trying to get him to break character!

─ · · TAGS: gender-neutral pronouns, part social-media au, established relationship, fluff, suggestive themes, attempt at humour.

─ · · MASTERLIST | TAGLIST REQUEST | WORDCOUNT: 1,736

─ · · A/N: Asks are closed for a little while but that you to this amazing ask was from an anon! 🫶

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"Hello all you lovely watchers behind the screen, now I would usually save such corse words for the bedroom but you all appear lucky at the games table tonight," you cast a smile and wink towards the camera. Adjusting your wig before taking a drag out of your long fake cigarette. Your goal today was to get your boyfriend, Spencer, to break Character today in a video.

"As you can see, I am joined by a handful of my friends, especially this special friend beside me, remind me of your name again, dear?" you ask with a slight tilt to your head as you eye Spencer form his top hat down to his suspenders.

Spencer tries to hold your look before breaking under your stare, instead turning his back to you and turning fully towards the camera. "Good-day to you all, I am a gentleman here to play quite the crass game. Monopoly: Cheaters Addition, now I believe my wife would have something to say about this, but I wouldn't remember the names of any of them!"

"Ah'll tell ya what, mister, you're staring to sound like my fifth husband, couldn't remember my name while spending quality time with me inside the room nor outside. Now that I think about it, I can't seem to remember his name... maybe I should start to remember yours, m'sure a man like you would like that~" you tease yet keep to your chair observing as Spencer rolls his shoulders and turns to face you head on in character. By the wild look in his eyes, you can tell you are getting to him and by the end of this, you would be sure to hold him in the palm of your hand (in character of course!).

Disregarding your later statement, Gentleman Spencer clears his throat before replying, "And what type of man is your fifth husband, dashing and a rich-lad I would presume for something as gorgeous as you?"

You giggle to his words, hand reaching over the table to pick your piece, "Well, how am I s'possed to know? I'm only on my fourth but I'm sure he'll be out of the picture soon. I like to think I ran him dry in more ways than one-" Spencer begins coughing again before leaning down to erupt in laughter as does the rest of the cast and crew.

"Well, If yee two are done fucking around, It is time to introduce I- Thee masterful wizard thee-self, me" Shayne introduces his character, pointed a crocked finger and eye between the two of you. You shrug, taking a drag of your cigarette.

"Do tell me dear when it is my turn next, you see games of strategy are not for people like me- right?" you coyly state to Spencer who nods his head, still not ready to go back in character as you can see him taking in deep breathes to keep himself form falling into another pit of laughter and all you can do is smile, wiggling your eyebrows for all of that to go to hell.

"And it appears that the most intelligent always wait to go last. Names Tinky-Winky and I'm here to win. Should be easy with the table we have here tough-" Amanda tries to get the game moving before you put in one last jab.

"I wouldn't be to sure about that, what did you say, Rinky-Pinky?-?

"Tinky-Winky," Amanda clarifies with an eye-roll that you match with more exaggeration "Yes, tink-wink, whatever you're called just know that I will enjoy watching you all lose."

"Whatever you say, mobster," Amanda quips before quickly going over the rules as you place your head in your hands, blowing the hair out of your face.

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As the game progressed into the early stages, whatever civilized conversation you all tried to ensure at the start of the game was out the window, now full-blow yelling and screaming at one another as even the staff backed away, watching as the chaos exploded through the room and you all reverted fully into character.

"HEY! You just cheated!" Tinky-Winky Amanda screamed out to you, pointing their purple-gloved mitt in your face.

"Cheated?" You faked innocence, batting your eyelashes while speaking in a high pitched tone, "I would never cheat, thats something I save for me and my husbands!" you retort, now also standing up from your seat, hands gripping the table as you lena forwards to exaggerate your point before Spencer is pulling you back down to the table.

"Now I just don't like anyone putting their hands on my without me sayin' nothin' but I do like the feel of your hands, keep me grounded would ya? I'm forgetting my manners here with this lad," you mumble to the Gentleman beside you as he blushed bright red before starting to pull his hand away, coughing and choking on a reply only for you to hold in hand in position on your arm with a wink before returning your stolen money back to the bank and starting the new round.

"Penguin man! You seem a strange and pathetic fellow..." you off-handedly comment towards Spencer as Amanda takes her turn.

"Well yes, it comes from-" Spencer begins to speak before you continue your sentence.

"...I like that in a man," your voice drops to a sultry tone, head leaning against his arm enjoying the way Spencer sputters into nervous laughter and grips your hand.

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You noticed just how close Spencer had come multiple times during the filming but he had yet to call for a break, you were so sure of it at the start but had yet to get back to that point besides a few blushes and loaded looks your way but you stayed determined nevertheless.

Taking a long drag from your cigarette, you imagined it casting a hard cloud around and past Spencer head as you watched him take his turn, awaiting yours next. "Remember to win," you quiped with a sarcastic tone.

"I'll keep that in mind, dear. Now do be one and let this man concentrate," he replied with a playful glare in your direction before getting a snake-eyes that would nearly bankrupt the gentleman when landing on the dumpster wizards Shayne's hotel. "Fuck!" Spencer swore, tossing his top hat behind himself in outrage.

"I think the man needs to concentrate even more, I could help you~" you tease, picking up the top hat and placing it gently back on his head. Spencer only shakes his head once the hat is firmly back on. "I'm sure my mistresses are better-suited for such works, whatever would your husband think?"

"So outrageous of you to think my husband would do the thinking..." you mumble before picking up the dice in your hand and extending your palm with them towards Spencer. "Blow on these here die would ya, doll?" you ask as Shayne yells over the table, currently in a headlock from Tinky-Winky. "I thought it was custom to get the working women to blow your dice!?"

"Well he might be no dame but you're a dime in my eyes doll," you throw back without missing a beat.

"Ah-well. I may have a dime in my money bin! They make for a leisurely swim-" the Gentlemen comes into conversation as you are quick again to come to a response, "Would ya take me for a dip sometime then? I would love to see what else ya bring to the table?"

Spencer blinks, not wanting to look you into the eyes just yet and talks towards Amanda, "You know, I really can't say for certain, but do you think it's possible they're in it for the money and not my shining personality or physical connection?

And you do not allow time for Amanda to get a word in, knowing that now more than ever will get Spencer to crack his character, "It's not the money that I have my eyes on, sugar. I heard a little something about aerodynamics and clothes that I'm looking to test, and that test seems definitely responsive..." you end with a smirk watching as Spencer stands and turns around to face the wall.

"OKAY! OKAY!" Spencer admits to defeat as you stand up and cheer, running to hug him from behind as you both sway back and forth. "I made you loose character~" you sing-song.

"Yeah, yeah you did. Good job, lovely," Spencer groans before you both are told to re-take your seats and finish the game properly. To everyone surprise the Dumpster Wizard Shayne somehow ended up winning by pulling a Angela and stealing all the money as you were celebrating your boyfriends defeat in good fun.

"There is no way you could have won, I demand a recount!" you announce, throwing all your bills to the table. "And here I thought you weren't in it for the money," Spencer teases back. "Shut up, its only an added bonus," you snakily reply only to ultimately accept your defeat.

"Well, thank you all for sitting through this shit-show. We hope you join us again-" you begin to outro. "But not again for this exactly," Spencer cuts you off and clarify as the video fades to black by the sound of all your combined laughter flooding the studio once again.

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username01 Spencer really out here acting all hot and flustered- simply adorable!

username43 The group of characters I never knew I needed, all we were missing was Chosen!Trevor and Angela to really round out the chaos of this episode!

username88 So in love with this Monopoly: Cheaters Edition- I never want it to end!!

username21 so... gentlemen's Just Dance when?

↳ username46 OMG YESSS, THIS HAS TO BE MADE A THING!!

username03 i love how determined (name) was to get Spencer to break character and how good he took it!

username94 really love how (name) was the one to make all of Spencers outrageous comments appear like the normal ones in comparison to theirs.

username77 Wait so i'm confused, im a new smosh fan and are these actors acting like they're dating or are they already together????

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[wild-magick-child]

Mana: What It Is & How To Absorb It

For the last decade I have done a study on Elemental Magick, and what I found is very interesting!

This post is dedicated to exploring the concept of Mana as magick energy.

So, what is Mana? There are many theories but the short answer is power. It is magickal energy that exists as particles. A concept that is very common in Anime. In fact, the concept is so common that it was adopted in RPG video games. However, it is hard to say which one said it first. If the concept of Mana is so widespread, then it must be grounded in reality.

Before we continue let's get one thing clear: Magick is real. The beings you invoke in your rituals and spells actually do exist on the astral plane. The energies we summon: The Elements, natural energies, the powers of spirits, etc are very real. This is not, and has never been, a metaphor. It's not just "spicy psychology." Don't let witchy social media fool you into believing that you don't have real power.

That being said - what *exactly* do you think powers our spells? It's not spirits if that's what you think. The truth is that the beings we invoke in ritual are not the ones that fulfill our commands. If that were true then Atheist Witches wouldn't be a thing. They don't even work with spirits. If that were true, then Wizards who work with Chaos Magick Theory couldn't create Servitors. Sigils wouldn't work. So, what is the other option? The answer you are looking for is Mana.

So, I ask again, what exactly is Mana? I have a working theory: Mana is the particles of energy created by the combination of Solar & Telluric power currents. I found the answer I was looking for in John Michael Greer's The Druidry Handbook as well as several other books by various authors. But my main sources have come from fantasy anime, namely Fairy Tail, Black Clover, Akashic Records of a Bastard Magical Instructor, and The Rise of the Shield Hero.

In The Druidry Handbook by John Michael Greer, he mentions the currents of what Druids call Nwyfre (noo-iv-rah). It is the same energy that the Chinese call Chi, the Japanese call Ki, the Hindus call Prana, and we call Mana. There are two main energy currents: the Solar Current and the Telluric Current. My theory is that these currents converge in the atmosphere all around us to create the energy we refer to as Mana. This is why so much anime and so many RPGs visualize it as particles of energy in the air. Because that's exactly what it is!

So, the more scientifically minded among you are probably asking "If Mana is real, then why can't modern science measure it?" My reply is "Who told you we can't?" Consider this scientific research on how the Law of Attraction works. Your nervous system plays a big part in all of this.

Mana is basically the same as electricity, or more accurately - light. It's not that difficult to deduce if you consider the facts. In anime, Mana particles always look the same: like photons. Consider that our entire Multiverse runs on electricity. Our very bodies are electric in nature. The Solar & Telluric Currents of Nwyfre that create Mana are electric & magnetic in nature. Telluric Currents are what create ley lines, aka magnetic flows of the Earth that generate the Earth's electromagnetic field. Mountain air is so healing due to the higher concentrations of Solar Nwyfre.

This is the same reason why we use copper to wire wrap our crystals. The same reason why we work with clear quartz (piezoelectricity). The reason why we work with natural substances such as herbs and oils (trace amounts of stored electrical potential via atoms). The very reason we say to build your Wands and Staves and other Tools out of wood and metal (electrical conductivity). It's also the exact reason why we say to never use plastic in your Craft (because it is non-conductive). And finally, it's the reason why intention controls how our spells manifest (thoughts are electrical impulses).

I will end my research paper here. I hope you have enjoyed my research! I have many more metaphysical research papers to write and publish.

Sources:

The Druidry Handbook by John Michael Greer

Anime (listed in post)

This site

Piezoelectricity and the Piezoelectric Effect

The Body Communicates By, Emits, and Is Made of Light

What Are Telluric Currents?

Druid Interpretation of the Nwyfre Currents

[shiftylinguini]

Ooooo. Can I try a prompt 'why is it so dark?' HP. Any pairing you desire, although I'm fond of Drarry, Jeddy and Perciver. No worries if this doesn't spark anything! Take care.

HI @skeptiquex I love this, thank youuuuu! Please enjoy this short Jeddy nonsense (that I am posting right now instead of leaving it in my drafts until I decide I hate it). Xxx

General premise: Teddy is a big deal, James is a fan. Having a crush is fucking exhausting. 

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Whys it so dark 

James hits send and lies back on his bed, cool as a cucumber. Not really, he's trying not to hyperventilate, but hopefully his carefully curated lack of punctuation will make it seem like he's channeling cucumber. 

Teddy probably won't reply. He already has 6 million comments (roughly, James isn't counting) and he only posted the photo an hour ago. It's him, smiling over his dinner, being generally hot, ruining James's life (and several other people's too, judging by the level of thirst comments he's garnering. James lied, he is counting.) 

Teddy's always been hot. Even in his awkward, gangly teenage phase, he still had it going on as far as James was concerned. Maybe it's the age gap that meant that whatever stage James was going through, Teddy was going through the accompanying cool version of it. 

It was only when he got older that's he put together that thinking Teddy was perpetually cool, and great, and amazing, and fit, and smart―was called having a fucking crush on him. 

At eighteen, that was a devastating revelation, but now at twenty one it's just…exhausting. He just can't be normal around Teddy. Teddy says, "hey we hang out a bit now you're older, we drink, add me so I can tag you in my photos!" and James says yeah sure, like a dickhead, and now he's stuck here, a week later, leaving borderline rude comments on his God brother's stupidly popular post from his stupidly popular account in front of all his thousands of cool followers. 

He shouldn't have capitalised the w. If he was going for casual and devoid of punctuation and grammar, then he should have committed. Teddy's gonna see right through him. 

James is a dickhead. He needs to learn to be normal. Teddy is his friend, or something. Crushes burn out, right? 

James sighs and puts his feet up on his coffee table. It makes a worrying creak, but doesn't break, so that's a win. He Summons his wand from the back of the sofa (oops) and some crisps from the pantry (yayy) and wiggles his toes as he flicks the telly on. 

He can be normal. He can be chill. He's not gonna obsess over this. 

"Fuck!" His phone pings and James dives on it like the proverbial Potter on a Snitch. He's not chill, he never was, it was all a lie. 

He's got a comment reply from Teddy. And a pending heart attack. He shoves a cheese and onion crisp in his mouth, so he can at least have a delicious death. 

Ha ha its squid ink, idiot, Teddy's written, along with a string of emojis: a squid, the spaghetti, an octopus for some reason, and a laugh cry. And a heart. 

James files that last one away to obsess over later. 

One of James's best, and worst, qualities (depending who you ask, and what day of the week it is) is his impulsiveness. He's neurotic, but he's also got borderline 0 impulse control, and that's kicked into full gear when he replies: so it's meant to look like concrete? 

That might be funny. Is that funny? Whatever  the pasta does look road-adjacent. James soothes himself with more crisps. 

He's just considering that he might obsess over the heart emoji now, actually (he's finished half his bag of crisps, his schedule is free) when he gets a DM. 

Have you really never had squid ink pasta before??

James is frozen, sucking cheese and onion flavour remnants of his thumb. He's stuck like this forever. 

Nope, he replies with his non-chip hand. His phone vibrates on his thigh again just as James is extracting his thumb from his mouth and his head from his arse. 

It's good!! 

Prove it, James replies before he can stop himself, and then realises its both extremely flirtatious and kind of jerky. That's apparently his thing today. Fuck. 

Come with me next time and I'll buy it for you x 

"Oh no," James mumbles. He should have left his thumb in his mouth, or possibly shoved his whole hand in there, and his phone with it. He's fucked. 

That was a flirty reply. Was it? Yes. Probably. A kiss is flirty. But Teddy is Teddy and is just being nice, most likely, and broadening his baby Godbrother's food horizons via squid juice and flour. 

James replies, I'm free Friday and you're definitely paying x , chucks his phone on the floor and goes to stand outside and take a few (several) deep breaths. 

[tarousprettybaby]

The Teacher's Assistant is a Witch {Prologue}

Pairing: Werewolf!Suna Rintarou x Witch!OC (Scarlett Chase)

Summary: Rintarou and Scarlett hear two scarily similar things despite their fundamental differences.

Genre: A little bit of everything I suppose, let's go with dramedy tho lol.

Warning(s): Self confidence issues?, pressure (like a drip, drip, drip.... sorry I'll stop). That's all for rn.

Word Count: 1210

Author's Notes: First time writing in a second, but this idea popped up and I couldn't quite let it go, so this is a tentative series. My first one too sooooo yay! If any of yall remember a while back I posted a snippet I had written of an unnamed story, well this is the start of that! SO I hope you enjoy. Feedback is always appreciated! :)

‘Education is everything in this world. It is fundamental to establishing yourself, your family, your career, your magic, your everything. People pay close attention to everything you do while in school; no matter how big or small you see your school, there’s always a professional looking for a young witch, wizard, or warlock to snatch and mold into a new someone. With that being said, I encourage every one of you to realize that you are the new magical standard. I expect to see each of your names written in the stars in due time. The past faces of Aberghee are intelligent and powerful, show them and us that this hasn’t changed.’

“These words are spoken to each and every class of the Aberghee Academy of the Divine Magic Arts each year by the ever-faithful headmaster. And each year after the opening ceremony, we sum up the events and give an exclusive on some of the most prominent and promising students at the divine Academy.” Rants the nameless and borderline faceless social media entertainer. Her and her coworker grin as they gossip and gasp at the pictures of different students and highlight moments of the festivities. Until they get to one student, in particular, a lull in the conversation appears.

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“But do you really think he is ready?” asks a voice. The tone is steady but holds a tinge of uncertainty to it. The table is silent as everyone looks towards its head in question.

It only makes sense to question what was just said. After all, they all knew from the past what some teenagers could be like. What a teenager in power could be like. The suggestion was a dangerous one, to say the least. He would either crumble or rise. And with Suna Rintarou, it was hard to predict just which one would take place.

“I believe he is.” This voice is steady as well, but unlike the other one, it’s also strong. It’s the kind of voice that sends shivers down your spine. The kind that makes you believe it. The voice of an alpha. “Maybe he won’t take over immediately, but I’ve been training him to take over within the year.”

The murmurs around the table begin like they had been before the pressing question had been asked. Some agreed, and others did not, all unsure of how accurate the words were.

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“Ahhh, the illustrious Scarlett Chase, she’s an interesting one, isn’t she?”

“Woah, just take a gander at this spell she cast during the top student duel! Absolutely breathtaking!”

“Just a show-stopping move, isn’t it?” inquires the female announcer once more.

“Yes, it is, but after all, what do you expect from the daughter of Grandwitch Mary Jane Chase?” counters the male announcer. At the bottom of the screen, a bio for the girl pops up. It reads:

“Scarlett Hyacinth Chase is the 18-year-old daughter of Grandwitch Mary Jane Chase. Currently, she is listed as the 3rd highest-ranking student at Aberghee Academy and the 6th in the whole territory. However, she is expected to overtake Raven Biles as the 2nd ranking at the Academy and to rise to 3rd or 4th ranking in her territory by the end of her final year of studying. Her strength rests in her superior mental magic ability, a skill hard for younger scholars to achieve, yet Chase has mastered flawlessly. In addition, creation magic is also a preference of hers. Perhaps most interesting, she’s expected to take over her mother’s position of Grandmaster within the year, a feat unheard of by the witch republic for over a hundred years. The last time such an undertaking was made in the 18thcentury but was quickly outlawed.”

The announcer’s drone on. About her pedigree, about how she’s set to have a fantastic career as a Grandwitch. They bring up her temperament issues, her rumored superiority complex, the way that no one in the general public truly knows her.

The last words on the subject?

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“I think the chief is correct.” Somebody voices vehemently. “If you look at Rintarou from the scholarly perspective, I think there’s obvious intelligence. The leadership quality is shown on the court. He’s not the captain, but he still has formidable control over the team. And he shows he cares for this community in everything he does. I believe he is ready.”

However, before anyone can really digest the information, another voice speaks up.

“But I have to question, for all that he has accomplished, he has yet to really interact with other groups in the way that a young alpha looking to take over a pack should.” They turn to the head of the table once more. “He hasn’t even left this town, has he Suna-san? What will he do when faced with conflicts from outside, from the Mifel fairies to the east or the Chase witches to the south or-”

“That’s why such an important transfer of power won’t happen until next year. I merely wanted to bring up the topic now, so you all are aware of the changes to come.” Says the woman. The head of the pack. Female alphas were rare and often quite repressed. But for Suna Tomoko, there’s no doubt in her power, at the weight of her words. “My son will take my place next year, and I believe he will be ready by then. I just have a few other things to teach him. He is a talented boy; he will catch on quite easily.”

The others are inclined to agree with her words, the fact their alpha was saying it having little to do with their agreeance. Anyone would agree if they knew Rintarou. He was unique.

“He really is a prodigy, isn’t he?”

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“She really is a prodigy, isn’t she?”

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The tv is turned off after the words are spoken. A shaky breath escapes the lips of the girl as she proceeds to curl in on herself just a little more. So many expectations. Her eyes drift back down to the coffee table, but they focus on the piece of paper. It’s a letter from the dean and addressed to her mother. She knows what it says, and the inside of her chest is similar to that of a volcano. Bubbling and boiling just below the surface in a bid to explode. How will she react to the news? The news that her perfect student wasn’t as excellent as usual?

A prodigy? Me? What kind of bullshit is that? His mind is racing a mile a minute, trying to search for proof of what everyone at that damned table had just claimed. What his own mother had claimed. How could he be ready to take over for her? The boy walks, no he paces, the hallway just around the corner from the council room. Suddenly it all hits just a bit harder, the words that had been said, and he stops. His breath speeds up. It speeds up entirely too quickly; he’s hyperventilating, trying to find his thoughts. It doesn’t work. He’s still racing without even moving. I’m not ready, I’m not prepared, I’m not ready. I can’t do it, not yet.

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©Tarousprettybaby 2022-2023. please don’t repost work.

[bbykpoper]

Bitter Sweet Symphony

part 5 - diffindo

words: 1.8k

A/N: note that the story takes place before Harry came to Hogwarts. And most professors of the class mention below are unknown before his time hence why I will be using a random idol or maybe even an unknown person as the professor!

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The fact that the students from both the 5th and 6th year had to assemble in the training grounds just as the professor for Defence Against the Dark Arts (D.A.D.A.) class walked towards them along with professor Snape didn't seem to amuse Y/N. She sat on the grass beside Sunmi as both Ravenclaw's absently stared into the direction of the two professors.

"I'm not amused by this setting." Y/N spoke as she caught the glare of the skinny blond boy in the green robes. "Plus, why the hell is Snape here?"

"That is a question I ask myself as well." Sunmi commented.

The rest of the Ravenclaw's began quietly whispering as boy in red robes walked over to the two girls and smiled down at them. He was followed by one more young boy in yellow robes. A Gryffindor and Hufflepuff was not an unusual sight to mingle with the Ravenclaw's, but both Park Sungjin and Kang Younghyun were quite the unusual appearance. These two usually hung out with only one Ravenclaw since they first entered Hogwarts.

And also, their bestest friend chicken little also known as Park Jaehyung, was standing opposite them glaring at Y/N.

"Hey girls." Sungjin addressed them with a smile. "What do you think this is all about?"

"My bet is we're going to be duelling." Sunmi said with a sigh. "By the way, why are you guys here? I thought you were friends with Jae on the other side..."

"Jae's being a meany so we decided to befriend the girl who keeps calling him out on social media." Younghyun smiled.

Y/N looked up at him with a raised eyebrow but didn't say anything. Sungjin joined them on the grass while Younghyun smirked at Jae on the other side.

"Alright listen up kids!" The professor spoke up to catch the attention of his students. "I have called together both years to have a practical class in which a few of you will demonstrate the spells we've learned throughout the past school years. Now I know that pairing a 6th and 5th year student will be difficult seeing as the older kids know more spells, but if a student wishes to duel a younger one, or vice versa, I will not oppose it and neither will professor Snape."

Jae looked straight at Y/N who was silently going through some type of journal in her lap.

"Now then, my duelling pupil Sungjin and Seung Cheol shall be the first to duel."

Sungjin went up front followed by another Gryffindor and both took their stances. They smiled at each other and went forth to take a few paces from each other and the duel began. It was harmless, with a few basic duelling spells learned from professor Flitwick as well as ones learned in D.A.D.A. through the years.

Sungjin came out victorious.

"Well done boys. Now then moving on towards the 6th years... Miss Nayeon and Miss Wheein, you're up next."

A very cheerful and bubbly Gryffindor skipped up to take Sungjin's place while and elegant looking Slytherin walked up to take Seung Cheol's. This duel was a bit more heated and the dislike between the two houses was evident.

Wheein came out as the winner in this duel.

"Exceptional curse casting Miss Wheein. Now then next will be Mister Jaehyung and-"

"Sir, I'd like to choose my own opponent." Jae spoke up and both professors raised their eyebrows.

"Yes, of course." The professor spoke up.

"Hey Wonpil's girl." Sunmi nudged Y/N when she didn't budge from her quidditch notes. "Let's see how well you do with those spells of yours."

Jae stepped up in place of Wheein as Y/N looked confused with the speech he threw at her.

"Well now Miss Jeong don't just sit around." Professor Snape snapped at her. "Get up and take Miss Im's place on the field."

Y/N gave her notebook to Sunmi as she took her wand and replaced Nayeon on the field. The Gryffindor wished her luck and Y/N only nodded, not understanding what this was all about but she sure wasn't complaining. Maybe this was the perfect time and place to shut Jae's mouth.

Both of them bowed at each other and took up their stances, Jae's being a bit more aggressive in nature while Y/N's was more cold and stoic.

"One..." The professor began his countdown. "Two..." Sunmi, Sungjin and Younghyun were not expecting this to happen and the boys were quick to inform the other two, being bombarded with Wonpil's worry. "Three-"

"Expulso!" Jae screamed and waved his wand before the countdown reached three normally.

"Protego!" Y/N reacted faster and a transparent shield of soft blue hues spread before her deflecting the explosion and spreading a screen of smoke on the field. She was quick to counter attack while Jae couldn't see her movements in the smoke. "Everte Statum!"

Jae was hit by the spell and sent spinning in the air as he landed a few feet in the distance. He was angry now as his glasses fell next to him.

"Flipendo!" Jae's spell knocked down Y/N and she groaned at the impact it had on her body. "Incendio!"

A gush of fire rushed towards Y/N and all the students went quiet with horror as it rapidly approached the knocked down girl.

"Aguamenti!" She countered with a water jet and the fire seemed ti burst into smoke as her breathing became shallow and raged from the scare of being burned alive.

"You're good Y/N, well I'd say decent for a mudblood." Jae spoke as he walked up to her.

"Oh, so now we're calling each other names?" Y/N stood up, clearly angry at his words. "So what if I'm a child of a human and a wizard I can't be good at casting spells or quidditch? Wow Jae, never knew that you'd be calling me names because you suck at spell casting."

"Oh keep you mouth shut you dirty blooded bird! You're no better than a pureblood just because you're smart so stop acting all high and mighty. You should just keep that beak quiet and mingle with less wizards so you don't spread the disease among us." Jae was enraged and both Sungjin and Younghyun didn't understand how he could be so insulting.

They've never heard or seen this side of the young blond.

"Legilimens." Jae cast the mindreading charm on her, trying to mess with her emotions.

"Protego Horribilis." Y/N whispered out and the spell bounced off the transparent shield which enveloped her.

"A protection charm again, really? Is this all you know? You're a disgrace even to mudbloods." Jae mocked her and tried both flipendo and expeliarmus on the girl but without any results. "This is a damn duel Y/N not a fucking pitty party where you hide behind a shield of magic. Fight me like you mean it!"

"Okay, if that's what you really want." She gripped her wand tightly turning her knuckles white with anger. As she looked up at him her dark eyes seemed to turn black with sheer animosity as the protective shield suddenly disappeared around her.

"Alarte Ascendare." Jae was shot up into the air and screamed out as his body began falling down quickly approaching the hard ground. "Diffindo."

Jae screamed out as a burst of cuts appeared on his body bleeding heavily as he kept on falling down. It was followed by a loud noise of breaking bones and tearing of the muscles as suddenly both professor Snape and the professor of D.A.D.A. stepped in to stop the duel.

"Descendo!" The professor yelled as Snape quickly caught an unconscious Jae. "Miss Jeong Y/N what has gotten into you?! You could have killed Mister Park with both spells!"

"Vulnera Sanentur." Snape said as he healed the cuts and gashes on Jae's body. "I'm taking Mister Park to the hospital wing. Miss Jeong, I will make sure professor Flitwick hears about this."

Both professor left as they dismissed the class. All of the students stood staring at Y/N who was still angrily clutching her wand and biting her lip to the point it bled.

"Alright!" Sunmi yelled out. "Get lost you dweebs, nothing to see here!"

The students suddenly scurried off into all directions as Sunmi walked up to her friend and patted her on the shoulder.

"Come on Y/N, let's get some nice relaxing tea and Momo to cheer you up shall we?" She began pushing the girl in the direction of the castle, but stopped to look back at the two dumbfounded boys. "I'd advise you to check on Jae later on. Those were some dangerous spells casted on him."

And with that they left.

~

Later that evening Sunmi, Momo and Y/N were sitting in the Astronomy tower, drinking tea and eating some of Momo's home baked peach muffins. The two girls were animatedly chatting with each other as Y/N kept staring out the tower into the cold starless night.

It wasn't her fault her parents fell in love. Before today she didn't really care for the fact her father was a wizard and her mother was a muggle. They loved each other, they loved her, her family was quite accepting of the wizarding world even though her older brother was a muggle and stayed a muggle. Why was it so wrong to be a half-blood?

Her thoughts were cut short when an owl landed on the open window and handed her a letter.

"What is it?" Momo asked.

"A howler..." Y/N answered.

"From professor Flitwick?" Sunmi asked.

"No... from my father..." She sighed and opened it, ready for what was to come.

"JEONG ROSEMARY Y/N! WHAT IS THE MEANING OF TODAY'S DUEL WITH THE SLYTHERIN BOY? YOUR MOTHER AND I HAVE TAUGHT YOU BETTER THAN TO BLINDLY CAST DANGEROUS SPELLS ON YOUNG WIZARDS IN YOUR STATE OF ANGER! I AM VERY DISAPPOINTED IN YOU AND YOUR ACTIONS TODAY! NEXT HOLIDAY YOU COME HOME YOU WILL GET AN EARFULL FROM ME YOUNG LADY! PROFESSOR FLITWICK PERSONALLY SENT AN OWL TO ADRESS YOUR BEHAVIOUR TODAY AND IT ALMOST MADE YOUR MOTHER CRY! LEARN HOW TO BEHAVE YOURSELF AND FOCUS ON YOUR STUDIES MORE!" There was a short pause as the girls stared wide eyed at the letter. "I know the boy must've said some very insulting things to you my little rose but it still doesn't justify this type of behaviour. I can only hope you will learn from this experience and tred your battles carefully. Professor Flitwick said he'd talk to you first thing tomorrow morning, so I expect you to accept your punishment with dignity. I did not teach you those spells for your anger but for you to defend yourself if need be. Be sure to visit your mother and I on your next holiday, and write a letter or two for your older brother so he knows your alive at least. Love dad."

Y/N sighed as the letter tore itself up and fell into the lap...

'Well done Y/N, now all you gotta do is go and talk to your brother who hates you because of your father. Easy-peasy.'

[adventuresandshopping]

Follow on from the notes below and a little more research later ...

For what it's worth, I've really appreciated reading up on some of the links and sources which are informing this debate. Roleplayers have some of the most openly creative minds in any art or hobby. I was hoping that there would be some in-depth quality arguments at the heart of this so I'm genuinely disappointed by what I'm reading in social media and reading in articles seems very thin, subjective and assumption ridden, to the point that its assumed that something is so obvious that its hardly worth going over. We're better than this. These must be cynical and desperate times that when we fight we believe the opposition only ever has a single agenda.

I said earlier that I won't defend idiots, but I'm starting to relate to the name calling based on perceived teams, because what's the point, we've decided what we think is going on and what we think our detractors want. I know I'm generalising here.

I signed the petition - I left a long (probably dull) comment (which felt cathartic) and then there's other commenters just blaming "SJWs" and just saying they hate Wizards. What's that going to achieve? Then I'm thinking, my own approach is out of pure anxiety, a fear that Wizards will just shut the older editions down, but so what? We have the books and the scans, we have OSR clones. Someone in the notes here, said why not "just go and play another game" (actually, and yes, no-one is taking away my right to play earlier editions). I know that I'm defending my cultural capital*, it might as well be an argument of which Doctor was the best, i.e. it's usually, it used to be, the one you grew up with. *Meant in terms of just books and knowledge, not national identity, in case anyone misreads this.

Should I really care that my favourite possessions have a besmirched reputation, should I care that maybe lots of players out there really are just jerks? Like everyone, I'm compelled to defend some pathetic corner, which means nothing to people outside of the hobby (when I say "D&D", they say "computer game", I explain more, and they say "oh, Warhammer" - I couldn't even begin to explain some of this). :D

I have this unshakeable belief that books, rule books and adventure content will not change the politics of the reader player. I also don't feel that anyone needs protecting from media, especially in relation the experiences they bring to that media. I have no knowledge of the effectiveness of sensitivity readers, I'm intrigued to see how that works, but well, I guess its nice that a large publisher like Wizards has access to that facility. It'll be interesting to see how smaller publishers match that.

Full disclosure of how I feel: I'm too attached, I need to step back. Part of me says its nonsense, I'm defending a principle but deep in my heart I don't want to stand in the way of general inclusivity - even if I think its steered verbosely or poorly, the principle seems positive. If Wizards will be true to their word, they have a lot of work to do, but having new aims are a start.

I believe my thinking is incompatible here with what I'm watching and reading in these debates, I mean, I really feel on a different planet. Despite the need for sensitivity readers and readdressing of all sorts of issues, I don't believe anyone truly "owns" legends, stories and imaginative ideas, but we can present and channel them in games in a way that doesn't necessarily mean that an act of cultural misappropriation has occurred. It's almost funny that Wizards are concerned about Romani stereotypes in Ravenloft adventures, but so far I haven't seen anything about Von Strahd himself and the whole Gothic Horror setting, i.e. Dracula, being a truly awful cliche of the strange foreign ways of Eastern Europe and British perceptions of an archaic Ottomon Empire (the whole thing is a bust, the whole damn genre is "problematic", but don't tell the goth customers ;) but I'm digressing). Nearly everything in these games is derivative of something as a short hand for quick play, for easy plot structure. What's difficult for me, is that I see poor quality cliche everywhere throughout all the editions, so it seems audacious when book or module is found to be specifically offensive in a people-hating way. Wizards' idea for more options for starting characters, races not being so linked to good and evil, is the sort of thing which used to get an article in a magazine and then we'd move on, no actual rewrites, but maybe it merits tweaks in this case. On a broad intellectual level, if they pursue this type of logic through the whole game, it might become a totally new game - this might be a good thing, but I suspect these adjustments will be cosmetic at best, appeasing, and most of us will be left wondering if we really should shell out for the new Player's Handbook, a new Curse of Strahd, but not a big deal.

I won't be boycotting Wizards, but I still stand by the fact, as in the petition, that no disclaimer on specific older products is better than a vague one (and then I bring all my own baggage to that, as others do, feeling that it's total dismissal of the product, the history of the game, and we're tainted by association etc.). Again, I'm left feeling that its all pointless, because Wizards may have a plan that doesn't really care about a handful of cranky petitioners, its all just a panic and rush job. A redaction and apology will be too much to hope for, but some of us will feel better that we formalised our reaction to Wizard's legacy disclaimer. I'm really grateful to the guy who decided to set it up and relieved that he didn't resort to negative or divisive language.

Sorry I'm waffling. I meant this to be short. I've posted a couple more entries in this Tumblr (Adventures & Shopping), regarding the Asian Represent YouTube read thru reactions video to 1st and 3rd ed OA. My random response to a Huff Post article, and there's a video which helped me understand a bit more about the Orc/Racism problem (or at least why people see certain issues in a specific way), but I'll let you seek them out. Thanks for the reblogs and the opinions, I mean this genuinely, and respect your opinions, even when they differ from my own. Common ground seems rare at moment, alienation seems to be the norm.

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“So I’m a level 2 Tiefling Warlock named what?” Talon asked as he sat down at the Naysmith dining room table, his mother busy clearing it off for them so that his younger brother Treant could properly set up for the night, practically bouncing as he responded with Erembour. Talon raised his eyebrows when his brother handed him his character sheet, impressed not only with the fact that he went through the trouble of making characters and writing out a whole campaign for them, but that he found the time to do so. Nevertheless, he was happy to see he wasn’t sinking too much of his energy into his studies that he could still make time for game night.

As his eyes scanned the paper, there was a light knock at the door, to which Treant hopped up to with almost superhuman reaction time while Talon stayed put to get more familiar with his character. It was so long since he played a game of Dungeons & Dragons that he was afraid he might be a little rusty. “Who’s coming over to play again?” He asked to his mother who sat down to look over her own character sheet, looking as perplexed as ever.

“I think one of his study partners?” She replied, flipping the page over to read what was undoubtedly Treant’s tips for her in case she got lost if her relieved expression was anything go off of. “I think it’s just the one though so it’ll be the four of us unless you want to invite Thalia over…” She trailed off, looking up to share a cheeky glance with Talon, who’s response interrupted by Treant pointing out where the kitchen and bathroom were in the house.

“And this is is my mom and brother. They’ll be our wizard and warlock for our party. I know you made your sheet already, but what did you say you were again?” Talon stayed glued to his seat, figuring the setting was informal enough that he could just wait until everyone was sitting down to meet his friend. Still his latent curiosity prompted him to turn his head to look over his shoulder, shocking him to what- or rather who he saw standing in his home as he lived and breathed. He locked eyes with Bo, and while a hundred thoughts rushed through his head, mainly having to do with what sort of lottery tickets he should be buying with these odds.

Bo had been worried he wouldn't find the house, he wasn't exactly good with directions. But a few texts with Treant once he got off the bus and it was easy enough to get there. He triple checked that he'd brought everything he needed- sure he'd done it before he left, but what if he left something on the bus? A grin spreading across his face he knocked on the front door, bouncing on the balls of his feet. It was barely a moment before the door popped open, and he grinned at his friend. "Hey Treant! You ready to play?"

He popped his shoes off at the door- a habit he'd learned through several battles with his mother over the years. He made sure to note the bathroom down the hall as they passed towards the kitchen as it was pointed out. Treant was obviously excited to get started- he rushed through the basic tour in about a minute as he practically dragged Bo towards the table. A wry smile ghosted across his face. Treant was one of the few people he knew that could talk as quickly when they were excited.

His eyebrow popped up at the sight of Talon peering down at a character sheet as they walked in. He'd known the two were brothers- social media worked wonders and Bo had had plenty of time to go digging since their first meeting at the bar so long ago. Maybe it shouldn't have been obvious that Treant's full grown brother would be here, but Bo couldn't find it in him to be surprised.

He smiled and waved a hello at Mrs. Naysmith when Treant pointed her out. At his friend's question he brightened and started to dig into his bag. "Well I wanted to try something new this time, and you mentioned we might need a healer. I've never played a paladin before- I know, I know, they're only half-casters. I usually go with dex based classes, but you know, there's uh... some things I've been hoping to learn how to do and I think trying this out might help even if we haven't gotten to subclasses yet!" He smiled serenely at Talon when he noticed the staring. Maybe the bartender journalist hadn't realized he'd be coming?

"I've got a few things to lay out, which seat is mine?" he asked Treant. Would it be awkward to get water for himself? Treant had said there would be food at some point, but it never hurt to have a drink on hand. "Do you mind if I uh," he finished the question with a point towards the kitchen. Playing a high charisma character might be harder than expected...

Roll for Perception || Talon & Bo