Parting from the other world and being reborn anew

A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight His punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.

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Tarot for Nieve if youre still doing that?

- Send ‘Tarot’ and I will pick a tarot card for you muse! -

𝕄𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕝𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 ℚ𝕦𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟 ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕪-𝕊𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨.

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔸𝕣𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕒 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕤 𝕓𝕪 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕚𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕕...

𝕀𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕡𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕨𝕒𝕝.

Nieve Crowley - The Hanged Man

For Quentin, Nieve is someone just like her-lost and confused in a world ill-equipped to handle people with their troubles. 

With Nieve and Quentin sharing a past of Overblotting and the world around them rejecting Overblotting-The two find common ground as do all who have Overblotted in a world that rejects them.  

But-there is a difference between Fae who has a low tolerance to Blot and a human who has a high tolerance to it. 

A Fae without magic-it’s almost unheard of.

It should be impossible. And yet. . . Nieve mourns because of this reality. 

Being a Fae with a low tolerance to Blot come with a price-and it’s not something that one can pay without losing their life. Nieve’s family fear for her safety-and so locks her within a cage in hopes of keeping her safe.

But Quentin-she knows better than locking up someone. She was once locked up for her safety with her family-and while a cage can protect from the outside world-it does little to protect you from the harm you can cause yourself.

So, Quentin wants to show Nieve a life beyond magic-A life where Nieve can walk on her own two feet. Quentin knows she herself cannot walk on her own two feet in the world she lives in-but she can prevent what happened to her from ever happening to another. If that means she has to destroy Blot itself, or change the stigma around, Quentin doesn’t care as long as Nieve will one day live in a world better than her own.

Nieve is someone who thinks her wings have been chopped off-Quentin understands maybe she can never give Nieve her wings back-but she can give Nieve a cane to walk, making Nieve’s burden as light as she can, no matter what. Nobody in the world should have to suffer because of something they cannot control. 

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The Crowleys + Family Lineage/Secrets 

Put under a cut as it is image heavy and thus somewhat long

When it comes to the fae of Briar Valley, Crowley has been a widespread name for generations. While perhaps not the most high class of fae lineage’s, they were certainly well known and recognized as powerful despite the eccentric personalities their bloodline tended to possess. The Crowley lineage has produced many famous mages and warriors through out their family tree. Descendants of the Crowley line are easily identified by their crow-like appearances (When not glamoured to appear more human) and many by their signature piercing golden eyes. They have garnered enough fame and notoriety to be considered a noble lineages of Briar Valley.

When concerning our slice of the brady bunch of bird fae, the Crowley children are born to Aleister Crowley, brother of Dire Crowley, and his wife, Rosemary. Together, they have raised nine children. 

Gwydion Crowley is the oldest. He is a graduate of Night Raven College, a former House Warden of Heartslabyul. Currently, he is serving as a healer at Night Raven College.

The second eldest is a sister, graduate from Nightingale Academy (Night Raven’s sister school) 

The third eldest is currently enrolled at Night Raven College in his fourth year,  member of Diasomnia.

The next in line are the triplets. All three are boys in their third year at Night Raven College. Everard is a member of Ignyhide, and his multiples are in Savanaclaw and Pomefiore.

Next is another brother, currently a second year in Octavinelle.

And of course the youngest are Keane and Nieve. Keane is a first year in Scarabia, and Nieve is a first year in the Ramshackle dorm.  They have been raised as twins. 

(Those with no image and name listed are listed that way because they are owned by my lovely writing partner Tea and I don't want to release information on them Tea might not be ready to release)

Each of the Crowley siblings firmly have their place in the family.

Gwydion is the parentified oldest sibling. He is the caretaker of the group who has gotten used to stepping up to take care of his younger siblings. He even took his job at NRC because it puts him closer to his siblings and gives him the opportunity to make sure they are okay and he is there if they need him.

Everard has the so called "middle child syndrome." Being both in the middle of the birth order, and the middle triplet, Everard has taken to feeling ignored by the rest of his family. Rather than fight for his spot in the pecking order, he instead has pulled in on himself. As such he is the most antisocial of the Crowley children, and is highly independent to the point of being resentful of help.

Keane is the golden child. His parents knew that would be their last pregnancy, and thus already had the mindset of "this is my last chance of having a sweet baby to coo over" causing him to be showered with the affections of his parents. Along with this, he excelled at magic from a very young age. His parents, noticing this, continuously pushed him harder and harder to "live up to his potential genius" causing him to frequently be overwhelmed with the pressure of hsi parent's expectations.

And lastly, there is Nieve. Even before the discovery of her hyper sensitivity to blot Nieve, while maintaining a fairly close relationship with all her siblings (though her relationship with her sister has some tension to it, but that is for another post) never managed to form a close bond with her parents, and especially not her mother. Her parents were always more focused on other children, more invested in the lives of her siblings. Meanwhile, Nieve was left on the sidelines. This was balanced, somewhat, by the close relationship she had with her uncle, Dire. These special visits with her uncle fueled her intense desire to one day attend Night Raven College and make her uncle proud. And of course, when she discovered her condition, all of those hopes and dreams of being a powerful mage like the rest of her family, of attending the same school as her brothers, of, in her mind, making anything of herself at all came crashing down. Her parents dutifully took her to her appointments, helped her adjust to all her medicine, and offered her support when she needed it, but never enough. Nieve always felt overlooked. Offered nothing more than a pat on the head and then pushed aside. Nearly all of her life was permeated with an almost palpable longing, though she could never put her finger on what she was longing for or why.

The truth of the matter, the family secret known only by their parents and uncle Dire, is that Nieve is not actually their sibling at all. She is their cousin. Nieve Crowley was born a few weeks before Keane Crowley. She was born to Dire Crowley and his mate, Nimue. However, shortly after her birth, Nieve's mother proved to be too weak to survive the birthing process. Facing the loss of his love, and fearing having to see her in the face of their daughter every day, Dire passed his daughter on to his brother and his pregnant wife who when she gave birth a short time after claimed that the babies were twins. Dire proceeded forward claiming that his child perished at the same time her mother did, and thus Nieve was raised by her aunt and uncle ever since. However, this secret has always hung over the heads of the adults involved, coloring how they interacted with Nieve and her siblings.

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// Gonna get some headcanons posted on here either after work tonight or on my day off tomorrow.

Let me know if there are any particular muses you want to see headcanons for or particular topics you want to hear about!

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// There's some sort of cosmic conspiracy against me that the most muse I ever have is right at the start of a nine hour shift

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Nieve let out a noise of frustration, throwing herself angrily on to one of the couches in the Ramshackle dorm’s sitting area. It was firm, and not very comfortable, with entirely too much give to the cushions as most old sofas usually have. She was sure that Uncle Dire would say something about how they were antique or vintage, or some other word that people use when they want old and worn out things to sound appealing. But really they were just old. She loved her uncle, she really did, but sometimes it seemed like he was hell bent on doing as little work as possible. And updating their dorm, which so badly needed it, was clearly something he had been managing to avoid. 

“Sometimes I hate this place. No one even likes stipes anyway. What a stupid couch.” 

She pouted and grumbled into the very cushions she was insulting, her hand idly finding a split in the seat and picking at it. Her annoyance wasn’t at the couch, of course. She wasn’t that melodramatic. But something needed to feel her ire, and she couldn’t exactly go around yelling about what was really bothering her. The last thing that she needed was her uncle or brothers finding out that she was being picked on. And on top of that, she couldn’t let it get back to the bullies either. She refused to let them know how much they affected her. She had to stay strong. She was a fae, damn it! She might not have magic like the rest of her people, but she had pride! 

And so, here she was. Complaining into a stupid old couch. 

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“I guess… that’s good then. But if they’re canned do they even actually need to be in the fridge? Why doesn’t he just keep them in his room? Maybe if he’s having trouble saving for his own fridge, you should hold on to a bit of money from him each time he gets money. Then he can’t spend it even if he wanted to and he’d be able to save up.”

It’s weird how.. Well, she can’t say normal because talking about a monster’s stash of tuna fish cans is probably not a normal conversation. But weird how easy the conversation feels. She’d been so on edge since coming to Night Raven College, constantly trying to walk with her chin high and prove that she did offer some kind of benefit to the school. Honestly, she wasn’t sure if she was trying to convince the other students that, or just herself. But even so this is the first time she had just.. sat. Just sat and talked with someone like that’s all it had to be, small talk in the sitting room.

Truth be told, at least part of that must have been her own fault. She hadn’t really reached out to any of her dorm mates for anything that wasn’t school related. With the way her introduction to the school went, she had counted that battle lost before it began. But, maybe, Maybe the other Ramshackle kids were alright. And.. maybe, and she knew it was a big maybe, but maybe, becoming friends with them would let her ease her way into making friends with other dorms too. After all, she knew everything there was to know about the dorms and this school. She had been dreaming of going here since she first visited as just a little girl with her Uncle.

Of course that was before they knew about her condition.

The tension in her shoulders that had began to melt away with each casual sentence Quentin had spoken, suddenly snapped back at the mention of Diasomnia. That was one dorm she absolutely did not see herself ever becoming friendly with. Especially since her brother was away on his internships this year. If only he and the triplets were swapped in age. He would be better at making her feel secure than either of those three weirdos.

“It must be nice.. to have so many friends.”

The words came out more quiet than she had intended, and quickly she shook her head to try and change the subject.

“I-I know about the incidents, and all. That’s actually a big part of why Uncle Dire allowed me to enroll here. I guess that I’m kind of an expert when it comes to overblot. At least I should be. I’ve only done it about half a dozen times. I, uhm, have this condition…”

There’s a quick wave of her hand and a shrug, half of an awkward chuckle as she tried to brush it off.

“But, ah, it’s okay and all. I have medication and techniques to deal with it. And that’s what Blaire is here for. She’s been trained to recognize the build up signs and remind me to calm down and take my medication. Uncle Dire thought that maybe I could help with some of the student who suffered deal with any lingering effects, and teach them how to prevent it going forward. He said something about Yuu and Grim too? About being a beastmaster or something? I assumed it was something relating to how I trained Blaire.”

Upon Nieve bringing up her Overblot, Quentin’s mood seemed to have dropped and the air seemed to have stilled as Quentin stopped her sewing and stared at Nieve, as if Nieve had just told her something she never thought was actually real. 

There was so much written on Quentin’s face-a look of pure confusion, a look of anger, a look of horror, a look of sorrow, but what was written on her face most of all-was a look of empathy. Not the kind people faked to simply get someone to feel better, but a true empathy that showed Quentin knew what Nieve meant.

“Well, I suppose that makes two of us in this dorm. I’ve Overblotted as well.” Quentin said, with a voice that seemed to be trying to be funny but… it hid a sadness and fear in it. Like Quentin was afraid… of being judged for it.

“I haven’t told Yuu or Grim this but… I Overblotted last year. It’s a long, complicated story what really happened and the story behind it, but… to put it simply, I Overblotted because I was betrayed by my homeland. I remember all of what happened while is was in that state and the aftermath, It… was scary.” Quentin said, fearfully, as if her memories where still crystal clear as if they’d just happened.

“I’m glad you have an uncle who loves you such much.” Quentin smiled warmly. the kind of warm smile that showed she was truly happy. 

“I wasn’t as lucky as you. I was allowed to rampage in my whole homeland for almost half a year before someone stopped me, and after that I was basically handed over to a cult that worships Blot as if it’s a miracle item and I still struggle with my Blot, even now. I don’t mean to make you and your experiences sound lesser compared to mine, honest. I just…” Quentin trailed off, unsure of what to say. 

“I’ve been humbled.” Quentin smiled. “I thought out of everyone on campus whose Overblotted-I had the worst. Everyone whose Overblotted I know… I spoke with them and those who’ve Overblotted don’t remember most of what happened to them, nor do they have to deal with being discriminated against just because they Overblotted, much less have people who treat them less then human because they’ve Overblotted because they were in areas where people could easily be sworn to secrecy or people who already knew the situation. I wasn’t as lucky, seeing as my Overblot form was plastered all over the news since I nearly destroyed a country, and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to escape from that. But you were born with such a low tolerance to Blot-I’ve only heard stories about it from my homeland. My teachers told me… the magicians with that condition would often die from their magic so quickly that when its’ discovered they have the condition in my country, the Royal Family is obligated to seal the magic away and take them into the nobility so the magician doesn’t die, and the magician nor their family gets any say in the matter. But you’re standing here, without your magic sealed away, and probably been through more Overblots then I’ve been through. You’re amazing.” Quentin smiled warmly, like she honestly was praising Nieve, even if it was for something bad.  

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It was strange to say that she took comfort in someone else's tragedy, but there was no denying that was how she felt. It had been hard so far trying to get through to the other students who had overblotted. The sense of understanding she had been hoping for, the empathy, seemed like it was always second to their own pride and self preservation. And that did make sense. It was hard to admit that you fell that far. But she wished she had more people she could candidly talk about this with. After all, not talking about it was one of the best ways to end up falling back into it.

"Uhm. No, no. I understand what you mean. It's not something that is invalidating at all."

The fae took a moment to compose herself, trying to think of the countless therapy sessions she had on this particular topic. It was hard to talk about blot without emotions running high. They went hand in hand for a reason.

"That sounds horrible. I don't know how I would have handled that. Thankfully my experiences were mostly short bursts. My.. everyone in my family is very magically talented. W-we're noble fae, it kind of comes with the territory. So luckily each time I was usually only a few minutes away from having someone who could snap me out of it. I couldn't imagine being in that state for much longer. It really is terrifying. "

The fear of discrimination was one that Nieve was intimately familiar with. Though for her it was less of an issue of discrimination because of overblot. But none the less she could empathize.

"My.. My overblot situation is also something I can't hide. It follows me wherever I go. Uhm, you said where your from that people like me would have their magic sealed away? I.. I hate to sound like I'm acting like thats a good thing but.. I wish they had sealed my magic. I..Well... It was decided that it was for the best if I didn't use my magic anymore. I still have it, technically. I can feel it just under the surface. But I have to control myself not to use it. It's the best thing that's helped with the overblot but.. its hard. As a fae, everything we do is magic. Our home had to be entirely rebuilt for me, because in Briar Valley no one uses electricity. They all have magic for the cooking and cleaning and anything else that might come up. And instinctively my magic wants to come out. It wants to react to things. And trying to keep it bottled inside is just as hard as keeping down the blot. Maybe harder. Sometimes it feels like... I'm the only bird in my flock that can't fly. And they just watch me on the ground as they soar around."

Nieve laughed softly at that, but there was no humor in it. This was something she had only spoken about with her therapist. She'd chosen a human therapist on purpose. Other fae scared her these days. The amount who lashed out at her for being a fae with no magic was too high for her to ever instinctively trust another fae again. As if somehow the one thing that ruined her entire life as she had known it was her fault.

"I.. I know Uncle Dire isn't the best headmage ever. Or, really, it's a questionable decision to put him in charge of students in any capacity. He's reckless and irresponsible. But, he's always been good to me. More than anyone really. Besides my siblings, I think Uncle Dire is the person I am closest with. In his own way, I think he thought he was doing me a favor by bringing me here. School at home... It's not like it use to be these days. That's why, uhm, I try not to let him know about the things that go on around here. I am greatful he tried to do that for me. So I don't want to sully that by being unhappy or letting him think that this isn't a good experience for me at all."

She shrugged slightly, a small, resigned action. As if none of it could be helped, because that was just how life was now.

"I always have to be careful to keep smiling around him and my family. I don't want them to worry. And.. crying in front of them always makes things worse. Most of the time these days the tears still come out black... "

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twisted-legacies​:

Quentin laughed. It wasn’t meant to be a mocking or evil laugh like Quentin meant to mock Nieve on purpose, more like one of those laughs like Quentin had been asked those questions all the time and she was surprised to be asked those questions now. 

“Oh, Grim’s tuna stash is mostly made of those tuna cans from Sam’s shop.” Quentin said, rather simply as she started to sew up the couch. “You know, the blue ones? Grim loves those things. He used to use all his allowance on them. Actually, Grim used to be very messy leaving tuna and that smell everywhere if you remember when I kept lighting scented candles and kept the windows open for a while, and then I found out it was Grim’s tuna making the smell because Grim had made a mess in the kitchen and I yelled at him that he could attracting bugs with the smell, which he didn’t really understand until he got a tuna sandwich from tuna that was left open-and now he’s really clean with it. You should’ve heard him scream.” 

Quentin laughed. “The poor thing was so scared he clung to Yuu for dear life for the rest of the week and wouldn’t touch the dorm floor. Grim hides his tuna stash because I can only give him so much space for tuna in the fridge because our fridge is so small. Grim always complains his wants his own fridge but Sam’s mini fridges is pretty expensive and Grim doesn’t really have that kind of patience yet.”

Quentin then looked up from where she was sewing and looked at Nieve. Her looks seemed both sad and hopeful-It looked like Quentin herself wasn’t sure how to handle the situation honestly. “To be honest with you, while your uncle is a cheapskate when it comes to what we actually get-The other dorms leaders are more than happy to help Ramshackle with things… Well. After we’ve…” Quentin paused, as if unsure how to convey something. “had an ‘incident’ with them.” 

But then Quentin seemed to move on, like Quentin speaking about Ramshackle getting into trouble once a month wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. “The other dorms can’t offer us a new building, but they still try to make us comfortable in this old dorm. When the month’s budget’s tight-the other dorms step up normally and will invite us to a dorm-wide dinner or cook some food for us or give us ‘leftovers’ or a place to stay when the power or the water stops working.” Quentin said the words leftover rather sarcastically, like she knew the food people claimed where leftover wasn’t exactly what they claimed it to be and seemed to not really care when the dorm’s power and water where off. “But other than that, each dorm helps in their own ways. Heartslabyul lets us crash at their place when all of us need a break or some help, Savanaclaw’s really nice about doing repairs and helping us with Vargas’ stuff, Octavinelle says they’re always open for part timers to give us some extra cash and study over there for someplace quiet, Scarabia’s always willing to let us chill over there and let us talk about our problems without too much judgement and spare us some money if we’re low on Madol. According to some Pomefoire students, our dorm has a free pass to the Pomefiore bathrooms if our water stops working, though when I asked the dorm leader and vice dorm leader they gave me different answers if it was true or not. Ignihyde’s a nice place to go to hide from people, they let us keep some stuff over there and fix electronics if we’re having issues. Diasomnia’s really nice at helping us with magical stuff, like when a magical items breaks.”

“I guess... that’s good then. But if they’re canned do they even actually need to be in the fridge? Why doesn’t he just keep them in his room? Maybe if he’s having trouble saving for his own fridge, you should hold on to a bit of money from him each time he gets money. Then he can’t spend it even if he wanted to and he’d be able to save up.”

It’s weird how.. Well, she can’t say normal because talking about a monster’s stash of tuna fish cans is probably not a normal conversation. But weird how easy the conversation feels. She’d been so on edge since coming to Night Raven College, constantly trying to walk with her chin high and prove that she did offer some kind of benefit to the school. Honestly, she wasn’t sure if she was trying to convince the other students that, or just herself. But even so this is the first time she had just.. sat. Just sat and talked with someone like that’s all it had to be, small talk in the sitting room.

Truth be told, at least part of that must have been her own fault. She hadn’t really reached out to any of her dorm mates for anything that wasn’t school related. With the way her introduction to the school went, she had counted that battle lost before it began. But, maybe, Maybe the other Ramshackle kids were alright. And.. maybe, and she knew it was a big maybe, but maybe, becoming friends with them would let her ease her way into making friends with other dorms too. After all, she knew everything there was to know about the dorms and this school. She had been dreaming of going here since she first visited as just a little girl with her Uncle. 

Of course that was before they knew about her condition. 

The tension in her shoulders that had began to melt away with each casual sentence Quentin had spoken, suddenly snapped back at the mention of Diasomnia. That was one dorm she absolutely did not see herself ever becoming friendly with. Especially since her brother was away on his internships this year. If only he and the triplets were swapped in age. He would be better at making her feel secure than either of those three weirdos.

“It must be nice.. to have so many friends.” 

The words came out more quiet than she had intended, and quickly she shook her head to try and change the subject.

“I-I know about the incidents, and all. That’s actually a big part of why Uncle Dire allowed me to enroll here. I guess that I’m kind of an expert when it comes to overblot. At least I should be. I’ve only done it about half a dozen times. I, uhm, have this condition...” 

There’s a quick wave of her hand and a shrug, half of an awkward chuckle as she tried to brush it off. 

“But, ah, it’s okay and all. I have medication and techniques to deal with it. And that’s what Blaire is here for. She’s been trained to recognize the build up signs and remind me to calm down and take my medication. Uncle Dire thought that maybe I could help with some of the student who suffered deal with any lingering effects, and teach them how to prevent it going forward. He said something about Yuu and Grim too? About being a beastmaster or something? I assumed it was something relating to how I trained Blaire.” 

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ramshacklehousewarden​:

“Huh?!”

Yu was startled by the voice from beyond that gate. He didn’t expect anyone to be around especially a student. A bit flustered he shook his head when the other asked to visit the academy he couldn’t help himself

“Oh! Well, not really. I mean I’ve always wanted to visit this school. I’ve heard all about it and it seems so, well magical. Uh, you wouldn’t happened to know if this school did Open Houses or tours?”

He may as well take an opportunity to see if it was possible. To be able to explore this school would be amazing and if there was an open tour, he would definitely make the time to see. Even if it meant calling out of class for a day.

There was something about this student that seemed familiar. He couldn’t place it at the moment as he was a bit caught up with being caught

“Oh! Well, do you want to come in then?” 

The reply came quickly, and with a friendly, nearly eager smile. Rielle would never turn down an opportunity to make a new friend, after all. And all he wanted was to come in and look around, right? There was no harm in that. Though, they should probably try and avoid running into his attendant while they were there. He was never quite as on board with Rielle’s impulsive friend making as the prince himself was.

“I don’t know if we do any official tours or anything, but I’m out of classes for the day already. I don’t mind showing you around at all. Are you a mage? If you’re looking for a magical school to attend, we’re one of the finest. Royal Sword Academy has a really amazing history. But, you know, I think the people here are the best part. Everyone I’ve met since coming to this school had been really kind.”

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frestoniia​:

   Craig let out a squeak in surprise at the impact, accidentally dropping the armful of books and papers he’d been carrying prior to bumping into the other. In this vast sea of students, it was easy for someone like Craig to slip under the radar– and while this is generally how he preferred it, going unnoticed did have it’s downsides. Namely, it was easy for someone not paying attention to walk straight into him. 

“ Y- yeah, I’m fine. ” Craig replied meekly, hurriedly kneeling down in order to gather up his scattered belongings before they were trampled by any passing students. It was annoying, but c'est la vie. Accidents happen. No use crying over spilt milk, right? Or in this case, dropped school supplies.  

   Large ears twitch slightly, though he paid the other student little mind initially. Craig really just wanted to go eat his lunch in peace, but it seemed that would have to wait for just a little while longer. Oh well. Cheese crumpets, wait for him. 

“ N- no, it’s probably my fault. I shouldn’t have been in the way. Sorry. ”

Instantly the prince dropped to his knees, helping the other collect all of his books. He couldn’t believe that he could be so rude! What on earth was he thinking? Father always told him swimming around with his head in the foam would wind up getting him into situations like this. 

“No, no. Please. This is entirely my fault. I really am sorry.” 

The books he gathered were handed back to the other student with a soft, apologetic smile. It wouldn’t do him any good to be bumbling around like this while he was trying to make friends here. Being one of the only students to come from the coral sea sometimes made it hard enough as it was. Land boot camp certainly helped a lot, but there was still a lot about the surface that he didn’t understand. 

“Let me make it up to you somehow. Is there anything I can do for you? Oh-! I’m Rielle, by the way. What is your name? I.. I can’t say I remember having run into you before-” 

The prince froze, looking semi sheepish and laughing at his poor choice of words. 

“That is to say, I don’t think we’ve met...”

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peachrote​:

ah, their glasses are plucked off at lightspeed, revealing yuu’s warm amber-colored eyes. there’s a look of surprise at how fast cater moved, and then their expression turns to a scowl. or more of a pout, really, since ‘scowl’ might imply there’s any intimidation factor behind it.

“thank you, captain obvious,” yuu grumbles. they can’t make out any details, so they’re just going to tell themself cater probably looks ridiculous. that makes them feel a little better about it.

they definitely don’t wanna end up on magicam, though, so they cover their face with their hands. “just hurry up and give them back.” they peek at him through their fingers.

The sound of a camera clicking can be heard a few times, Cater taking a variety of selfies posing with Yuu’s glasses. And, of course, he made sure to snap a picture with Yuu in the background, hiding behind their hands like a little kid. B~ut, that one he might save just for him. Just this once. After all, he is kind of picking on the poor thing.

“Oh, come on. Relax! It’s not that bad! And hey, if you ever wanna kickstart your own little magicam account, you know exactly who to come to for a promo~ I promise you’re gonna love these kind of shots one day. I’ll show you all the best filters and everything.” 

The glasses are returned, placed gently on the other’s head with a soft giggle. The redhead’s hands are almost pulled away entirely, when he seemed to notice something and instead gently touched Yuu’s cheek.

“Hey, you know your eyes are like? Really pretty?” 

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@muraenide

Divus Crewel was far from an oblivious man. Truth be told, he found those who strode around with no sense of how others viewed them to be quite distasteful. Being able to read a room was, after all, one of the most valuable skills one could possess. 

And with that said, of course he knew the way many of his students viewed him. He was strict. He would not accept any nonsense from his pupils, no, more than that. He would not accept anything less than their best. So it was to be expected, really couldn’t be helped, that some of his students were less than pleased to have him for a teacher. No dog liked being beaten, but they had to learn to behave somehow. He wasn’t here to be liked. He was here to take this pack of rowdy pups and train them into some semblance of presentable. 

But what most of his little pups missed, of perhaps chose to ignore in favor of their bruised egos, was that Divus did genuinely want to see them succeed. There was no prouder moment for him than seeing someone he taught from a little whelp standing with their chin held high and proud for graduation. He simply expected them to earn every bit of that pride. He was willing to do whatever it took to help his little whelps take that pride for themselves.

The soft click of the door pulled him from his thoughts, eyes shifting up from the report in front of him to the newcomer. He nodded his greeting, putting the paper down and gesturing to a seat in front of him.

“Ah, Jade Leech. I’ve been expecting you. Come and sit now. I have something I would like to discuss with you.” 

[glitrandi-glaepi]

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↪     ᵗʰᵉ 𝑫𝑼𝑺𝑻𝒀 𝑻𝑶𝒀𝑩𝑶𝑿 .    (  a  collection  of  various unsorted sentence starters .  adjust  phrasing  as  necessary .   will be updated frequently .  )

why are you here ?

drive .  drive fast .

i think we should make an informed decision .

are you coming or not ?

you’ve been avoiding me .

[ name ] ,  what were you thinking ?

this should be your priority .

let me hold you for a minute .

get out of my way .  i won’t tell you again .

that wasn’t supposed to happen .

can you keep a secret ?

i don’t know what i did to deserve you .

you seriously think i could’ve done something like that ?

you’re safe with me .

sorry isn’t good enough .

where is all this coming from ?

who told you about that ?

sorry i’m late ,  i got caught up .

you’re being paranoid .

why are you looking at me like that ?

you’re the single most important thing to me .

all i’m asking is that you hear me out .

whatever they told you ,  it’s a lie .

we shouldn’t stick around here .

hold my hand ,  i don’t want to lose track of you .

[ name ]  …  truth or dare ?

i love you .  nothing’s gonna change that .

can you tell me what happened ?

you can’t come around here anymore .

back off ,  okay ?

what ,  you don’t have time for me anymore ?

you’re asking for too much .

i’m trying to start a new life .

what do you mean ,  you aren’t coming back ?

sometimes i think you must hate me .

why can’t we just talk about this ?

i know i fucked up ,  you can stop rubbing it in .

you’ve got quite a reputation .

i’m not usually like this ,  i’m sorry .

please ,  just let me explain myself .

i love watching you work .

we’re on the same team .

did you ever tell anyone ?

you’ve got a lot of explaining to do .

really funny ,  you’re very mature .

you call THAT a PLAN ?

can we get out of here ?

i thought things would be different .

this is not up for debate !

do whatever you have to do .

karma’s going to get you for that .

it could’ve been a lot worse .

i asked you to leave me out of this .

maybe it’s time to take a leap of faith .

i never want to see you again .

can you see how many fingers i’m holding up ?

i’m gonna be there when you get what’s coming to you .

you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me .

i’ve been waiting all night for this .

i told you not to contact me .

sometimes i really think you have a death wish .

what do you need ?  —  what can i do ?

i would do literally anything to keep you safe .

that was supposed to be a secret .

you haven’t called me that in years .

stop telling me to calm down !

we make a pretty good team .

i have so much i want to say to you .

i’m not going to let anyone hurt you .

can we please not do this right now ? 

wait ,  wait  …  just breathe for a second .

how are you holding up ?

why don’t you stay the night ?  i’ll take the couch .

i don’t need your protection !

you’re not making this easier on yourself .

are you going to let me in ?

i’m supposed to be protecting you .

i will kill you if i have to .

do whatever you have to do .

this is going to hurt ,  i’m sorry .

what happened to you ,  where have you been ?!

there was nothing you could’ve done .

you’re all i need right now .

i don’t believe in love at first sight .

have you been following me ?

i need you to believe me .

what do you remember ?

i’m not a good person .

what the hell’s going on with you ?

you’re being followed .

just when i thought my day couldn’t be any worse .

i’ve been having weird dreams .

so you’ve been lying to me this whole time ?

are you trying to get us killed ?

this is the worst thing that’s ever happened to me .

i never asked for your help .

you’re being followed ,  pretend you know me .

why has it started to feel different with you ?

don’t worry ,  i have a plan .

i heard everything .

do you need to sit down ?

i have the right to know what’s going on .

i’ve just gotta catch my breath .

stay out of my business .

what did you think was going to happen ?!

don’t cause a scene .

tell me something about you that i don’t know .

can i buy you a drink ?

what if  …  we played spin the bottle ?

this was never a problem until  [ name ]  came around .

you can’t ask me to make that choice .

are you seeing anyone right now ?

i need you to listen to me ,  we don’t have long .

you’re lying ,  that doesn’t make any sense .

you look  …  stunning .

what are you trying to prove ?

who died and made you the boss of me ?

you can’t just show up here like this .

let me make it up to you .

there’s no way i’m leaving you like this .

can we stay like this ?  just for a little longer .

i don’t need you to fight for me .

so  …  you lied to me ?

you’re the only one that can help me .

i can’t help you if you won’t let me .

i never introduced myself ,  i’m [ name ] .

i expected more from you .

you have no idea who i am ,  do you ?

are you real ?  is this real ?

can i stay with you ?  just for the night .

you’re going to get yourself killed .

why did you help me ?

tell me what i can do to help .

pick a card ,  any card .

i never wanted any of this .

do you wanna get out of here ?

what the hell are you talking about ?

i should have trusted you .

get your head out of the clouds .

how is any of this MY fault ?!

what aren’t you telling me ?

i can’t help you if you won’t let me .

it’s never just one with you ,  is it ?

you’re not supposed to know about that .

shut your mouth .

i haven’t kissed you yet ,  today .

where is this coming from ?

come over here and make me ,  then .

keep lying to yourself ,  see where it gets you .

i’m not a bad person .

is that what you wanted to hear ?

we can’t be seen together .

i can’t give you what you want .

i need you to leave .

are you drunk ?

i’m here ,  i’m here .  i’m not going anywhere .

you might want to take a seat for this .

have you been listening to anything i’ve said ?

i haven’t heard from you in weeks .

you’re jealous ,  aren’t you ?

who do you think you’re talking to ?

what are you reading ?

you could’ve killed me !

come on ,  we don’t have time for this .

i just need ten minutes of silence .

really ?  that’s all you have to say ?

we could leave ,  you know .  go far away .

you don’t look too good .

i never want to see you again .

why can’t you just leave me alone ?

i thought you died .

you’ll do anything for attention .

how’s the weather up there ?

all you do is hurt people !

i’m sorry ,  none of this makes sense .

you need to get out of here before anyone sees you .

i told you i didn’t want you around here .

is that supposed to be a threat ?

you’ve changed .

don’t look at me like that .

it’s a beautiful day ,  don’t you think ?

i did what i had to do .

you never know when to stop .

i’ve got to get home ,  it’s getting late .

i have nothing to prove to you .

stop LYING to me  …  all you do is lie .

you don’t have to be nice to everybody .

don’t tell me what to do .

pull your head out of the past .

we are not talking about that right now .

are you new around here ?

you have no idea what you’re starting .

i’m gonna get us out of here .

everyone’s staring at us .

is there anything i can do to help ?

i won’t cause you any more trouble .

– just follow my instructions for once !

do you want to come in ?

i don’t know what you want me to say .

you’re not like anyone else i’ve ever met .

i feel like i’m going insane .

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//Gonna be popping on to finish my drafts tonight after work! Give this a like if we haven't interacted yet and you want a starter/to plot/something in your askbox

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princecheka​:

Cheka merely stared at the image that was presented to him while slowly arching a brow. What was so great about it? Whatever it was, Cheka didn’t really understand though he still decided to point out something that he enjoyed about the picture anyway. “I like the buzz.” At least that’s what he thought it was making in adult language. 

“Magic Ham?” he repeated scrunching his nose in confusion. What a weird name! “Uh-uh. I haven’t. Is it for bug pictues?” That would explain the buzz piece. “Cause I can find a bunch and get a buzz too!” This was exciting but first the other wanted a picture…of him? 

“Uh…I dunno.” The cub shrugged unsure of what they would think about the subject. “I guess I can tell Uncle Leona that I took one since I see him a lot too.” That counted to the Prince as well since he was family anyway. Cheka smiled and nodded, granting his own permission for now since Leona wasn’t here to counsel him on the subject. “Where are we gonna take the picture though if the lighting is bad?”

@discivum​

The redhead giggled softly, patting Cheka on the head. Oh, the innocence of children. It really wasn’t fair how cute they were. Sometimes, that kind of made Cater sad he was the youngest. His sisters might not have been so hard to deal with if they were tiny and sweet like this. After a moment, he shook his head and gentle corrected the boy.

“Ah, no. It’s magicam. Like the word camera? It’s called that because so much of it is based around taking pictures. I can teach you about it, if you are interested. People take pictures of all kinds of things on there. I like to take lots of pictures. I take pictures of most of the things I do throughout the day. You could take bug pictures if you wanted! But I bet people would love seeing that cute face of yours~! Maybe you can have someone take your picture holding the bugs?” 

Bugs were.. definitely not the aesthetic he was going for in regards to his account. But, a picture of the little prince with a butterfly or something would definitely be a hit! He’d have to file that idea away for later. Though, the prospect of having Leona pissed off at him was something he hadn’t considered. 

“Aha, well. Uncle Leona doesn’t seem like the magicam type. Why don’t we save telling him for another time? I can bring you outside for some pictures. I bet that would be lots of fun! And my dorm has a lot of nice pretty roses in our garden that are great for pictures. Maybe out in the greenhouse too. I bet you could find some pretty rocking bugs there, with all the plants and such.” 

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@theircurse​ said:  🎵

Send me “🎵” and I’ll post a starter using lyrics from a song I recently listened to!

“Don't be upset or mad at all. Don't feel regret or sad at all. Hey, I'm still a part of the family, and I'm fine, I am totally fine. I will stand on the side as you shine...”

The girl sighed, mumbling to herself as she made her way down the road. Being the only one in a powerful family without any ability stung deep in her core. Most days she could put on a smile and fake her way through, but today she just couldn’t. 

Even the streets today seemed gloomier. The sky was dark overhead, and each corner surrounded with long shadows. It was probably about to rain. That explained why there was hardly anyone else out today. Honestly the only person she’d seen the entire time was the small figure she spotted towards the end of this street. Making her way towards them, she realized that they were just a child, explaining why they seemed to be so small. 

“Hey. It’s going to rain soon, you know? You ought to head back home.”