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⤏ Ind. Fandomless OC (LOW ACTIVITY) Bio | Rules | Verses Magic is everywhere. It can be a wonderful thing, but it can also cause problems. Phon Bellor is 18 years old, and she is the apprentice to a witch who runs a small "new age" shop. She has a strong sight for things unseen by most humans and frequently interacts with those who aren't human. Because of her experience with dealing with non-humans and magic, Phon works as a "magical detective" in her free time, seeking out strange occurrences, finding the causes to them, and dealing with whatever supernatural entities were behind them.

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     “I AWAKEN FROM MY SLUMBER!!! And man am I still tired! Do ya think sweets could fix this? Maybe some coffee?”

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     (( Pssst... Can you like this post if it’s cool for me to throw Phon into your inbox? ))

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     “We all know upbeat pop-esque music is top fuckin’ tier music, my good pal. Anyone who says otherwise is both wrong and a fool! And that’s the bangin’ truth.”

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     (( Time to work my magic and give Phon’s blog some new tags that, uh, work. I’ve noticed Tumblr doesn’t like fancy font tags. ))

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Nightmare #1.

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TAROT CARD PERSONALITY QUIZ

The Tower                                                   

For better or for worse, you know how to make an impression. You *thrive* on shaking things up and leaving your mark, and never want to leave somewhere or someone the same as before you entered the picture. People may find you a little unpredictable, but they love how you always bring the fun — or at least the entertainment.

Tagged by: @radiant-descender Tagging: @silvicola-comitessa, @vriisket, @knowitall-was-wrong, anyone else who wants to do this. i’m bad at tagging people.

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who wants to defy god and fall in love with me

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     (( Just had to fight with Tumblr in order to login to this blog. Tumblr, please. Anyway, I’ll be working on threads more over here today, probably. Idk. I might switch back and forth between Phon and Bill. It depends on how cooperative Bill is. ))

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apairofconmans:

“I don’t know if I have diabetes” Cake sounded nice, except he was overwhelmed with everything “uh, please don’t panic- if ya keep panickin’ then I’m gonna panic, too” His eyebrows raised at the girls- Phons behavior, shifting on his feet as his own anxiety started to climb. “My name is…” He paused, racking his brain for something- Oh! “my name’s Stan- uh-” He stuttered over his words; wasn’t there more? “Stan…ford! Stanford” It felt wrong, but he was gonna go with it. He gave the girl a wavering grin “Its nice t’meet ya, Phon” Stan held out a hand towards Phon.  “Now, you said somethin’ about… demons and fae..?” Stan trailed off questioningly, straightening his back. “So this place really is magic? huh” He was quick to believe it, having no other reason not to. Surprisingly, he didn’t freak out.  “this place makes me feel weird, kinda ticklish,” Stan said aloud, frowning lightly “Should I be freaking out?”

     Lucky for the two of them, Phon manages to calm herself down after a few deep breathing exercises. That brief period of time in her life where she went to therapy honestly came in handy quiet a bit. Though she doesn’t necessarily go anymore, the techniques she learned from her past visits were great for helping herself in times of stress.

     “Right... Missing memory. Of course you wouldn’t know.” The statement is followed by a sigh. “Stanford? I think you’re the first guy I’ve ever met with that name. I’m gonna call you... I don’t know. Stan? Stan sounds nice. Great to meet ya, Stan.” She hesitantly takes his outstretched hand and shakes it, though she’s quick to cut off the physical contact. Despite how quirky and outgoing she can seem, Phon has never really been one for physical contact with strangers.

     ---Wait. He’s... not freaking out about the shop being magic? But he looks so mundane! “You’re... pretty quick to accept this whole ‘magic’ business, don’tcha think? Normally, mundanes freak out when they find out magic’s real. It’s the whole reason I was told not to tell any mundane customers about magic while in the shop. They make a big scene over it.” Looks really can be deceiving!

     “I, uh... Probably? If it feels all tingly to ya, that’s because you’ve got some connection with magic, gramps. Just our fuckin’ luck! You don’t know where you’re from, and you’re magical. See those doors you walked in from? They’re enchanted. This store exists in a fuckin’ pocket dimension all on its own, and those doors let magical folks like you and me go anywhere in the world as long as there’s an empty building for us to walk out of. The problem? Those doors have got a mind of their own. You’d have to have a good grasp on magic, like my mom, in order to get them to take you wherever you wanna go. Otherwise, they’re just gonna spit you out anywhere they want. And considerin’ I’m pretty sure you’ve got amnesia, you can probably guess why letting you go out those doors without the company of a more experienced witch would be a bad thing.”

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(please repost, not reblog!)

TAGGED BY: @fatesfeated​

TAGGING ( EIGHT PEOPLE ):  @silvicola-comitessa​, @knowitall-was-wrong​, @apairofconmans​, @t-rezi​, @vriisket​, @descender-pakku​, and uhhh anyone else who wants to do this. idk.

ONE ( name / alias ):  Vik TWO ( birthday ):   April 14th THREE ( zodiac sign ):   Aries (sun), Scorpio (moon), Capricorn (ascending) FOUR ( height ):   Around 5 feet and 3 inches or 4 inches. Something like that. FIVE ( hobbies ):  Singing, reading, drawing, writing, playing video games, screaming into the void SIX ( favourite colour(s) ):  turquoise, green, yellow, purple SEVEN ( favourite books ): The Seven Realms series, Dragon’s Keep, uh... does Journal 3 count? EIGHT ( last song listened to: ):  Perfume! by fusq NINE ( last film watched ):  Lord of the Flies TEN ( inspiration for muse ):  Myself, my friends, the need for more NB characters everywhere ELEVEN ( dream job ):  Game developer? Comic artist? who the fuck knows TWELVE ( meaning behind your url ): It’s a reference to the lily stuck to Phon’s head.

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radiant-descender:

“Date?” Rias is all head tilts and wide eyes now, wondering how in the world the situation has moved that fast. The moment it looks as if the other girl is falling, out go Rias’s hands to try to stop her.

At least someone else is as awkward as she is!

“Let’s go get macarons!” She cheers, throwing her fist into the air like it’s a battle cry, before quickly laughing and lowering her arm. “So, where’s the nearest place I can buy some?”

     Oh, thank goodness! She’s disregarding the ‘date’ question. With a giggle, Phon joins Rias and throws her fist into the air, similar to how she did earlier but with a small “yeah!” instead of a silly roar this time.

      “Uh... Nearest place that sells macarons is probably the cafe down the road from where we’re standing. It’s got those tables set out in front of it with the pastel red umbrellas and the brown and beige checkered cookies painted on the sign!” She points down the road with extreme enthusiasm. “The staff’s really nice, and I go there often, so I think they’ve caught on to what I like by now.”

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     Oh, no. Is this guy suffering from amnesia or something? Phon’s not a doctor! She doesn’t know what to do in times like this! Maybe her sibling would, but... introducing strangers to Vi without prior arrangements is risky at best and downright catastrophic at worst. As though it’s negatively affected by Phon’s distress, the flower on her head begins to wilt.

     “You’re-- you don’t remember much? Are you, like, some sort of amnesiac? ‘Cuz I’m not a doctor, and I don’t think I can really help much if you are. Unless it’s, like, caused by a demon or fae or something, but I kind of have my doubts. Uh... My name’s Phon, my guy. Do you... Look, I’m sorry if this comes off as rude, but do you even remember your own name? Do I need to call someone to come get you? The store owner-- my mom --isn’t exactly here right now, and neither is Linda, so I’m kinda... in charge right now...”

     Oh, gosh. This is bad! What if he’s affiliated with magic? How will she get him back to where he’s supposed to be? She can’t control where those doors send her when she walks out of the shop! Those doors hate her! They’re like her archenemies! Phon vs. Enchanted Exits forever! The more Phon panics, the more she bites at her lip, fingers tapping on the counter in an anxious rhythm. So many things could go wrong right now! So many! A spirit or skilled witch could come in, hoping to take a look at the more magically charged merchandise in the back. A certain idiotic riddler could visit and make things that much worse. Vi could come to the shop and-- No! Calm down, Phon. Calm! Down!

     “Gosh... If you don’t even remember where you were before, I don’t think I should let you wander around the streets of whatever place is outside right now. --If there are any streets, anyway. Maybe you should... sit down and wait a while? Er... I don’t know! Eat some cake or something? You don’t have diabetes, do you?”

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"Uh, heya, kid. Do y'think you could tell me where I am?"

    Kid? She’s certainly not a kid, but she’ll let that comment slide for now. After all, this old guy seems pretty lost, and in his defense, Phon does look kind of young.

     “Uhhh… You’re in a magic store that sells crystals, herbs, ‘n other stuff.” 

     A vague answer, and probably not what he’s looking for, but hopefully it’ll do! After all, it’s kind of hard to answer that question in detail without letting on that the shop they’re both standing in is actually magic and exists in its own sort of dimension. The doors sort of have a mind of their own. At least— they do in Phon’s opinion. They could open up to any place in the world, so long as you’re magical in some way. However, if you’re not skilled in controlling magic, you’re probably not going to end up where you want to be.

     “Do you know where you were before you walked in here? Cuz we’re… totally still in that location! Definitely. …Probably.”

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     (( Hi there! Do you like witches? Do you like mysteries? What about possible end-of-the-universe-as-we-know-it scenarios? Here’s the most important question: do you like sweet things and magical silliness?

     If so, you’ve come to the right place! Could ya do us a little favor and like/reblog this post if you’re interested in interacting with a cutesy, feminine NB witchling/magical detective who loves all things sweet, frilly, and weird?

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what the fuck rp starters

“Oh look, carnage.”

“I found you beat half to death in a dumpster. When I said I would call 9-1-1 you punched me in the face and said no before passing out.”

“Holy shit you look terrible.”

“Can’t go to my place, I’m making poison in my kitchen.”

“This is the tenth half-eaten corpse I’ve seen. It’s still kinda horrifying but less horrifying than the first time I saw one.”

“Yeah, that’s right, go wander off and commit murder somewhere else.”

Everything about your life makes so much sense now.”

“I don’t know, that sounds like a ‘fuck off’ kind of growl.”

“There’s a girl snorting cocaine off the counter in the bathroom. Just thought you’d wanna know.”

“I’ve got good news and bad news. The good news: some of this blood is mine. The bad news: most of it is mine. And I’m going to pass out.”

“After the fight some dude catcalled me on the way home so I turned around and spat a bunch of blood at his feet. Never seen someone regret doing something so fast.”

“Is that a fucking dragon?”

“That is genuinely disturbing.”

“Don’t smile. You have the smile of a serial killer.”

“This is surprisingly not the worst thing we’ve done. This is like, maybe halfway up the list.”

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     “Y’know, now that I really think about it... No one ever makes any sense. No one! Actually, it’s not just people who don’t make sense. Nothing makes sense! The universe is a big jumble of complete and utter nonsense, and it’s kind of ticking me off! Why doesn’t anything make sense?!”

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radiant-descender:

At first Rias is nodding along, happy to have found someone else who likes to eat flower flavoured sweets, but then something stands out to her, something that leaves her blinking in surprise.

“Wait, you keep food in your clothes…?” She tips her head sharply. “Well, I guess with that many layers…”

And now the pretty lady is crying, and Rias can’t tell if it’s real or fake.

“Ah! I’ll buy some, okay?!”

     Phon immediately stops sobbing and drops her arm to her side, looking at Rias in surprise. “Wait-- really? Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Is this a date? I mean-- Uh--” She stumbles over her words and also over her own feet, barely catching herself as she almost trips and falls.

     “Never mind that awkward question! Hahaha! Let’s, uh, get some macarons! YEEAAAAH~! And yes, I do keep food in my clothes.”