a flower for you,

indie akira of promise of wizard

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Even fairy-tales without happy endings can one day be cherished all the same.

independent MASAKI AKIRA of PROMISE OF WIZARD, written by stardust (they/she/he, 30, sweden). you can also find me at toestalucia (gbf's gran) & lunarcry (multi) :]! as well as open to discord rp (both mutuals & non-mutuals), just send me a msg!

if you're interested in promise of wizard this is a dreamwidth account with the main story translated && there's youtube playlist w/ english subtitles here ! there's also a website called mhykmasterlist with a directory of events & links to translations ! this is mostly for me, but there's also an old google doc masterlist here & a newer one here.

there's also an anime for the first part of the main story + a manga, with a couple of chapters uploaded on mdex :]!

quick pages links. rules , about , about2 , verses

quick interaction. meme tag , open tag

quick rules. i do not want to see things that falls under proshipping, mutuals only, icon-less, i tag spoilers as "#mhyk spoilers". random starters and asks are always welcomed, u're welcome to send as many memes are you want. overall u can assume i'm slightly behind on canon, but i looovee touching upon canon moments so if there's any questions, feel free to ask!

quick information. masaki akira. they/he. 24-26 (who knows when i'll decide). 170ish cm. rly loves cats. im not gonna find a bday so everyday is akiras birthday happy birthday akira. i very rarely approach for things within akira's canon, so dw about not knowing their media or anything:'] i usually play off akira rmbring the wizards & everything that happened, but they won't actually talk about it cuz. um. how do u talk about ur isekai life.... 'i was in another world where magic exists and 21 wizards had to fight the moon' is not rly an ice-breaker

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figaro garcia.....

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Door unlocked, door held open, and then the assumption lays that the other will close it and lock it again. Because the bags Akira had been carrying are unceremoniously lowered onto the hallway floor in the same move where they remove their shoes, soon twenty steps inside their apartment in search of a dry towel. Perhaps the expectation should've been to simply hand it over, instead the towel is unfolded and promptly placed over the other's head. "Please use this, I don't want you to catch a cold", disregarding their own dripping hair and soaked jacket. For a moment their fingers linger by the towel's edges, a brief consideration to ruffle their hair beneath the towel themself, until they let go to finally remove their jacket instead.

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so they're lost - and by the sounds of it, unknowing. the thought does little to still the hammering in olruggio's chest. where'd they come from? the spell he'd come to restore lies somewhere between the great hall and kahln, on the west coast of the zozah peninsula, where the cliff edge plunges and the continent comes to a swift end. there isn't an unknowing village for miles - no settlements at all, actually. this wasn't a place people just stumbled across.

what makes him uneasier still, is the way the stranger - akira, they said their name was - peers behind him, eyes straining to see what he is desperately trying to conceal. olruggio finds himself following their gaze, his body weaving almost of its own accord, desperate to hide the spell. the futility of the situation is not lost on him - the more evasive he became, the more obvious it would be that he was hiding something. the more curious they'd probably become.

and what is that accent? that name? in all his years, in all the places his work has taken him. . . he's never heard anything like it. olruggio's only a betting man when he drinks - but here, stone cold sober, he'd gamble everything on akira not being from zozah.

his own anxiety aside, something else gnaws at him. if this stranger is lost, how long have they been wandering? are they tired? cold? thirsty? there was only salt - water for miles. this was only supposed to be a short journey; in, draw, out - still, he can't help but kick himself for not bringing a vapour bubble.

he almost laughs, despite himself. if qifrey were here, this is the point where he'd chastise him. you're too kind, olly, he'd say, a hint of something fond - but otherwise unreadable - in his eye. you worry too much. you always put everyone's needs before your own. as if it's a defect. as if compassion is a crime.

" directions. . . " he parrots, thoughtlessly, scratching at the back of his neck - another nervous habit. that wasn't much to go off of. directions to where? his work has taken olruggio all over zozah, but if his hunch is correct, he'lll be about as much help as a fire sigil underwater. he's never left the land of the pact. " wizards? sorry, i'm not sure i'm followin'. "

" i can point ya in the direction of witches - don't have to look very far, " he gestures to his cap, the universal sign of a witch. for a second, he wonders if he should disclose that information, considering their predicament - but surely they should already know that. " but there's no such thing as wizards. " well. " not really, anyway. there are some folk who call themselves that, but they're real nasty pieces of work. men who just want to separate themselves from women. i don't associate with them. don't know anythin' about a sage, either. "

" where did you come from, anyway? never heard a name like akira before. " he clears his throat, taking another step towards them, hand extended. the other grips searneedle tightly, the warmth emanating from its core keeping him grounded. they've given him their name. it's only polite to do the same, he supposes. " name's olruggio. be honest with me: are you absolutely certain you didn't see me cast? "

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And what first rushes to the surface is the innate desire to refuse his words. Determination to defend their friends, to steer clear of yet another skewed view of the people forced to save the world and explain that, even though some of them could be really mean, they——

One by one, the pieces start to make a picture.

He pointed to his cap when he spoke of witches, as if that motion was supposed to explain anything. As discreet as they could be, shouldn't he have shown his magic tool instead? Or even a broom? Something that was of more definite proof than an outfit. Whatever he had been working on remained a secret (…then why would he be so open to explaining where witches were? If he truly was trying to hide something, wouldn't he wish for it to not be known he knew magic? What did it matter if they saw him cast or not; it was just another spell, was it not?). Then there was the confusion over wizards, and while Akira could consider there being a place or groups of people where that was true, he also didn't know about the Sage. …Even if he doesn't know who the Sage is, shouldn't he still know about their wizards…? Was it really possible to not know about them…?

"Sorry, I—"

Oz hadn't appeared no matter how many times they said his name. They wished they could see the moon, big and beautiful and the cause of grief, if they could see it, if they could see its size, then… …Then…?

"This…isn't Vollmond…is it…?"

Again? Without an elevator and without a row of soldiers greeting them and wishing to control their words. A lone witch who spoke to them with suspicion. Heathcliff weren't here to take their hand, and there was no Cain to carefully explain everything and request their aid.

For a brief moment it looks like they're reaching for his hand, before withdrawing and—with a loud noise upon the collision—hit their palms against their cheek. "Ow…" It wasn't a dream then. They still heard the birds and the waves loud and clear, and the witch remained in front of them. Right, Olruggio. Who, despite the worry for his secret coming undone, took the time to answer their questions. Akira wished he hadn't. Because then, for just a moment longer, it was the anxiety that would've kept its hold on their heart. When their hands return to their face it's to rub at their eyes. All of the worry and fear from the past nights picking up the reality of the present and snowballing into something uncontainable, soon forcing the last of their strength to leave their body and for them to sink into a crouch, hands now covering their face. Were all of them alright? Did their family still miss them? If they couldn't return home, then why couldn't that world have allowed them to stay? Instead…

Olruggio might love this world. Likely it was a surprise for this to happen (why wouldn't it be?), but with a vision that was too blurry to see they couldn't know, even as they attempt to subdue the sobs. A broken apology is about as far as they get. Another try to steady their breathing and "A lot's…been happening…" is about the closest to an explanation they can manage.

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everyone look at my fav 4koma w/ sakitty again

obsessseeeedddd with the panel where owen picks it up LOL for the low price of being a perceived threat (even if vaugely) & being too close to akira (/sakitty itself) sakitty will paw at ur face too

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does the trailer say main story pt2 stage play is gonna be 4parts. am i reading that right or making it up. like i know pt1 is 3 parts but 4...holy....

[tearful-rain]

[ENG Mahoyaku] R Shino - The recipe for astonishment?

Fantasia of The Silver Egg Dwelling Event - Shino R ENG TL

Featuring : Akira, Shino

Feel free to correct any grammar/spelling mistakes

Akira: Shino. What are you planning to make with those eggs?

Shino: Perfect timing, Sage. Do you know any easy to cook egg recipes?

Akira: Egg recipes?

Shino: That’s right. I’ve been craving some since we went to that Silver Egg shop. Nero’s not here for now, he must be out shopping. I’ll do something myself.

Akira: I see. Well then…

Akira: (This is probably the easiest, after all… But they’re probably not very used to it in this world…)

Shino: What is it? Come on, tell me.

Akira: Well, there’s this very simple recipe that’s called “Tamago kake gohan” or “TKG” back in my world…

Shino: “Tee-kay-jee”… Sounds like a pretty powerful spell. How’d you make it?

Akira: So, you crack an egg.

Shino: Crack the egg.

Akira: And then you put it on top of rice and mix it all together.

Shino: … Sorry?

Akira: Of course you can put garnish on top, like soy sauce…

Shino: Wait. You eat the egg raw?

Akira: That’s right! It’s fairly simple but it’s delicious, right?

Shino: Is it, really? I see…

Shino: …

Akira: (Did I accidentally spark a conflict…?)

Akira: Ah, but of course…! Don’t force yourself to eat it if you don’t find it appetizing…!

Shino: That’s not it… I’m not used to seeing people eat their eggs raw so that surprised me a bit.

Shino: People from your world have got pretty strong stomachs.

Akira: Hahaha… Anyway, we’ll start with a sunny side up egg this time around. I’ll help you with that.

Shino: Ok, thanks.

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They're sitting too close. Curiously observing the other's work in silence, saving their questions and admiration for a time when the focus was over and they didn't risk disturbing anything. Somewhere between the nights of sleeping next to Mithra, cooking with Nero and asking Figaro for advice when applying first aid, the lines for what proper distance entailed started to blur.

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unpausing my queue, u can nvr guess whats in there (another whoo song)

[fcllcarnate]

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[givres]

#givres — selective, independent multimuse. primarily portrayals of animanga characters + some miscellaneous. 18+. low activity. i just like to make stuff up (headcanon - based). orchestrated by fox (25, they / he, gmt).

a study in : male anger, what comes to those who wait, lab rats & wire mothers, unwavering devotion, begging for scraps and freedom.

carrd.

[witchsatelier]

*⠀⠀›⠀⠀𝙎𝙀𝙇𝙁 𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙈𝙊⠀.ᐟ do you like magic? a single mom who works two jobs and lies? whited haired, tragic men with small waists? grief, turmoil, obsession and being kind not equaling being nice? you've found your stop!! i'm lazy, don't feel like making a graphic so. this is my humble offer to take my hand and take ibuprofen together ... independent blog for qifrey of the manga witch hat atelier. written by pb, 28, he + they.

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do they hate me <-was unaware & just consolidated their order

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ok thats all for tonight. anyway im reading the bradley cain shino walpurgis right now & i was So certain akira had gotten scammed because 'it's a jar filled with invisible candy' but it was actually invisible candy. srry for doubting u....

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@givres cont.

They flinch. Closed fist moving toward their chest, and for a brief moment they consider retreating. Give up on finding something worthwhile along the sea so many of them loved (it wasn't right, nor did it resemble any place they had visited prior, they knew that — and yet the ocean called), aimlessly walk the opposite way and hope a village would come into sight, with someone kind and gentle to lend them a hand.

Instead, it seems they had upset someone. Far from as intimidating as an angered Oz nor as anxiety-inducing as the day they choose to deny Vincent the truth, but it was unpleasant and it was scary when all alone. However, that didn't mean he should be feared. Unknowing of his reason and undoubtedly the person who caused a surprise, he must have expected to remain alone. A solitary place like this could hold a rare herb not meant for anyone else's eyes, or, perhaps, preparations for a shady crime. …Right, it wouldn't be the first time they had been shown hidden entrances where no one would suspect them to be, he could simply be protecting a secret. In which case…a moment's hesitation turns into newfound conviction and they walk toward him with (somewhat shaky) steps.

Except it does turn into an interrogation, and whatever consideration Akira had held that the prior movements wasn't suspicious is thrown out the window. More importantly… It reminds me of Murr… Differing designs but a cloak nonetheless, and just like that none of it matters. It's probably important to him, whatever it is that he's protecting, but their shoulders slump and the short speech they had practiced in their head becomes obsolete. Who are you? The Sage. Once upon a time or now, the white jacket they had been wearing during that time their only current comfort, unsure if they were even supposed to still be in hold of it. The seagulls' cries, the waves crashing into stone and the violent wind catching hold of their hood felt all the more lonely.

Ah, no, they had to collect themself. Unsure as they may be, they still had their name. Don't forget it.

"…I'm Akira," the smile is brief but diplomatic, unable to be genuine when they were yearning for someone else to stand in front of them. He probably wished for a 'nothing' next. Unfortunately their gaze had already been drawn to the side, somewhere behind him where the cliff towered the sea, unable to be seen due to how he had positioned himself. Perhaps they should've considering lying, but they had faced people wishing them harm before. None of them had the kind of gaze that was currently looking over them. "I don't know what you are doing, but I won't tell anyone that you were here... So, please don't worry about that," likely insufficient and undesired and all they could manage before their heart took charge, leaving no time for a response. "Do you...do you know if the Sage's wizards are nearby? I'm looking for them...or any directions, really..."