Hey! I was wondering if you could write something about a player that has a habit of biting their lips sometimes until they bleed? Its for any or all of the scribes whatever you feel really. Hope you have an awesome day
K but I actually do this all the time and it sucks! Also, I'm still getting used to writing down fics as apposed to just thinking about them so it turned out a little shorter than intended. Hope this fits what you where thinking, and you have an amazing day too!
Edit: again I was originally gonna write for all the scribes, but I had an idea for Mags first and then it just sorta kept going?? So here we go, Magnificus fic! I'm still open to doing the other scribes with this concept and this one isnt super long, but I figured it was getting too long to put the others in here.
"Just a little blood."
It was a bright and golden evening, light from the sunset spilling in through the windows of Magnificus' tower. It was the perfect setting to de-stress. In front of his canvas he stood, paining in silence, while you sat sunken into the collection of pillows and blankets you had piled under the window. You were tired and stressed, and the old wizard had a specific sort of quiet collectedness to him that you had been craving for the past few days. When you had come to visit him this afternoon in need of silent company, Mags simply handed you a small sketchbook and pencil and offered somewhere quiet to collect your thoughts; find some peace of mind.
So now you sat, cozy and warm, the stress and exhaustion of the last couple days easing off of your shoulders bit by bit. Your lip was still raw from having chewed on it all day, but hopefully the distraction of a pleasant atmosphere and the scratch of pencil on paper would keep you from breaking the skin.
It seemed that wasn't the case.
you had gotten so caught up in the rough sketch you were working on that you hadn't noticed how much your teeth began to absently worry at you lip until a sharp sting made you flinch. Mags paused his work when he heard your sudden shift, and peared over at you to see what had been so startling. What he saw was the slightly pained squint of you eyes and your hand partially covering your mouth.
"Are you alright?"
You jumped at his voice, snapping your gaze up to meet his. Perhaps you weren't as relaxed as you thought...
"Uh, yeah! Yeah, I'm alright... just..."
You looked back down to your fingers, now stained with small red blotches, and Mags followed your gaze.
"Is that blood? What happened?"
His voice was still calm and even, and he set down his brush, making his way over to you.
"Uh, it's just a little-" you had done this before, you didn't want to make a big deal of it. "-I bit my lip is all. Nothing serious."
He nealt down next to you, gently pulling your hand away from your face so he could see the injury.
"Now how did you manage that?"
You glanced away and shrugged
"Sorry. Bad habit."
Now that had been a surprise. Usually you acted as a neusence to him: leaning on him while he worked, pestering him with silly questions, making a ruckus and draining him of all his energy. He had actually gotten quite used to it. Despite your mission to annoy him day after day, for some time now he found your presence a reliable constant, and had even begun to find you endearing; charming in you own strange way. Occasionally you where sweet and gentle, bringing him fresh home baked goods, or dragging him outside when he locked himself in his tower for to Many days. But you where never so small and apologetic, shaking and stuttering. You had seemed a little off today but he figured you where just tired.
"Are you alright my dear?"
You met his eyes again, but this time a tinge of confusion swirled in you. He usually referred to you by your name, sometimes 'menace' or 'pest' or bother', but never 'my dear'.
"Yeah... uh, like I said, it's just a little blood."
You gave a quick, lopsided grin that didn't convince him you where at all okay.
"Of course, just a bit of blood. But are you alright?"
On repeating the question and giving you a moment to think it over, you seemed to realize what he was asking. As soft 'oh' escaped you as your sight drifted down to his hand that he hadn't pulled away and you where now holding. A moment later a deep, weary sigh that carried far to much weight deflated your chest and shoulders.
"It's, um... I'm alright. Just, stressed y'know? Few nights ago I didnt sleep much, insomnia, then I was overthinking everything and making myself anxious and so I didnt sleep much that night and... it, just sorta' made it self worse."
Magnificus never took you for the type to get anxious over nothing, you where always so bubbly and cheerful, a spark of fire and warmth in the dark. But he supposed everyone had bad days here and there, he had simply never seen yours.
"Hm, well that won't do."
He stood, slipping his hand out of yours, and turned to make his way to the back room.
You sputtered in confusion.
" I- you-... but-.... um, what?"
"What kind if tea do you like?"
He didn't even pause at your stuttered, incomplete question, simply continuing his pace to the doorway that lead to the small room he used for storage.
"Uh..."
Then he did stop a few steps before he slipped out of view to the other room and turned just enough you fix you with a expectant gaze.
"......green?"
It came out as more of a question but he took it none the less and disappeared into the back room.
You sat there for few moments, completely lost in the Mage's sudden act of what you could only assume to be kindness (or perhaps pity) before a small quirk of a smile tugged at the edge of your battered lip. It still stung, but less now, and the bleeding had stopped.
You might have to get stressed more often if it meant a soft magician and a free cup if tea.
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I’ve been posting a lot of Inscryption art to my other blog but I figured I’d post it here too since SO FAR this is just an Inscryption blog, so…
Alright, this is baby's first publicly posted fanfic so apologies if it's bad... also written on a phone at 5:30 AM.
Edit: I was originally gonna do all the scribes in this post but I'm so sleepy and I really wanna post this so I'll do more parts with the others if y'all want :)
The scribes deal with an S/O who subconsciously munches on miscellaneous items.
"Don't put that in your MOUTH!"
Pt. 1 (Leshy)
It was quiet at Leshy's cabin, the two of you hunched over either end of a table in dim candle light, while a storm raged and wailed against the old brittle wood of your cozy accommodations. You had been playing for a few hours now and exhaustion was starting to creep up on you. You had already made a multitude of misplays that had ended up costing you two of your candles, and nearly extinguished your third. Now more than ever you had to focus.
Leshy had noticed before your habit of chewing on your nails or biting your lip. It happened often when you where either anxious or too concentrated on what you where doing to notice. It wasn't too concerning, you usually stopped before you drew blood, which happen occasionally but not often. Today, however, Leshy was very much surprised and absolutly mortified when he had looked up from his cards and seen you, sleepy but intensely focused, gnawing on the pair of golden scissors usually kept to the side of the table with your other items. He froze for a moment, registering the situation, before he reached over the table and snatched the tool from your loose grip. You sputtered, nearly dropping the hand you had just been so closely studying, and stared wide eyed at the scribe in front of you.
Both of you sat there for a moment, in startled silence, before you looked down to see the golden scissors you had been contemplating using held in a death grip. There was a bit of drool dripping off the handle, and you realized you must have started chewing on them absentmindedly. At the realization, and the petrified look on Leshy's face, you started to grin, then a small giggle escaped you, and soon you were doubled over the table laughing. Now Leshy was acually frightened. Why were you trying to eat the scissors?? why were you laughing so hard?!? You caught your breath after a moment and sat up, whipping the tears from your eyes.
"Oh my stars I'm sorry, I didnt mean to scare you there Leshy!"
He just sat there, eyeing you cautiously, so you figured you should elaborate. After a brief explanation of your bad habit and how you weren't acually trying to eat the scissors, Leshy seemed to calm down, at least a little bit. Following that, you both decided it would be best to get some sleep, and leave your game for another night when you where less likely to try munching on any other items or even the cards in your deck.
