Sorcerer Supreme In Training

“Re-writing the structure of the universe according to how much you believe you can? If that’s not magic, what is?” X-Mutants RPG's Billy Kaplan. Group-exclusive.

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@wallxhugger @fastrthanyou

//Billy’s face when he finds out that Tommy got a boyfriend before him, though.

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DEATH NOTE; STARTER SENTENCES.

❛ Listen for the voice of God, then follow it, and know that in time you will find your salvation. ❜

❛ He found himself overwhelmed with happiness and satisfaction, knowing that at long last his dream had finally come true. ❜

❛ Coincidence? No, too convenient. ❜

❛ He who strikes first wins. ❜

❛ I’ll give you a strawberry if you keep this a secret. ❜

❛ As long as it doesn’t kill me, college is a lot of fun. ❜

❛ I don’t sit like this because I want to. I have to sit like this. ❜

❛ I can’t stand when people’s cell phones are ringing when I’m trying to talk. ❜

❛ However gifted you are, you alone can’t change the world. ❜

❛ This world is rotten, and those who are making it rot deserve to die. ❜

❛ I’ll take a potato chip; and eat it! ❜

❛ In this world, there are very few people who actually trust each other. ❜

❛ I have no idea what’s going on. ❜

❛ Humans aren’t made perfectly. Everyone lies. Even so… I’ve been careful not to tell lies that hurt others. ❜

❛ Look around you, and all you will see are people the world would be better off without. ❜

❛ I can’t develop feelings. That’s how most idiots screw up. ❜

❛ I have a mind of a genius and a strong sense of justice. ❜

❛ It was the only way the world had to be fixed! A purpose, given to me! ❜

❛ This world is still rotten! With too many rotten people. ❜

❛ Our battle will be concluded, and I will begin my reign from the summit of victory! ❜

❛ I’ve won. Exactly as planned. ❜

❛ For murderers, there is no good or evil. I know that. ❜

❛ The thing I hate the most is to trample on other people’s good will. ❜

❛ You can’t ever win if you’re always on the defensive. To win, you have to attack! ❜

❛ This is the first time in my life that I’ve been provoked to hit a woman. ❜

❛ Do you know gods of death love apples? ❜

❛ He was someone who deserved to die. ❜

❛ I protect the innocent and those who fear evil. I’m the one that will become the god of a new world that every one desires! ❜

❛ I came to exterminate the vermin of this world! ❜

❛ I will reign over a new world. ❜

❛ I am God of this new world! ❜

❛ I am justice. ❜

❛ Catch me…if you can. ❜

❛ I wanna eliminate my competition. I will be the best. I don’t care what it takes. ❜

❛ Careful what you do, because God is watching your every move. ❜

❛ If you can’t win the game, if you can’t solve the puzzle, then you’re nothing but a loser. ❜

❛ Keep all important information in your mind only. ❜

❛ Nobody can tell what is right and what is wrong, what is righteous and what is evil. Even if there is a god, and I had His teachings before me, I would think it through, and decide if that was right or wrong myself. ❜

❛ Humans are truly… disgusting creatures! ❜

❛ You’ve taken quite a liking to it. ❜

❛ You’re asking me why? I did it ‘cause I was bored. ❜

❛ Humans are… so much fun. ❜

[phantomemes]

rp sentence starters using lines from amrit brar’s series , shitty horoscopes part one  ( 1 - 5 ) / part two  ( 6 - 12 )

“ romancing yourself is possible, narcissistic, and recommended. ” “ it’s unwise to temper creatures of flesh and bone like steel. ” “ one bad apple ruins the bunch. ” “ two bad apples leave no witnesses. ” “ you know it’s the real deal when you can see past the meatsuit. ” “ break your teeth on love. ” “ when it’s good it’s great, when it’s great it’s a small calamity. ” “ you are every mother’s cautionary tale. ” “ harpoons, while more effect than arrows, are not as wieldy. ” “ make up your fucking mind. ” “ there are plenty of fish in the sea. ” “ some just happen to be imbibed with mercury. ” “ lay them to rest. ” “ you will watch the skies. you will wait. ” “ eat the other. ” “ there will be scrapes and sutures. ” “ no loose ends. ” “ an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, a knife for the ribs. ” “ you will not be swayed by the morally destitute. ” “ decay will feed the bloom. ” “ devour death like crows, for all the feathers between your teeth. ” “ once, answers were found in mouths, bathtubs, and bottles. ” “ this time around, get inventive. ” “ accept your impending expiration. ” “ stop trying to swallow the sun. ” “ there are forces outside your control. ” “ most of them don’t care for you. ” “ many would not find you very appetizing. ” “ not all things have significance. ” “ like all delicate things, they can know no permanence. ” “ ‘just’ and ‘right’ only mean the same thing when they’re coming from very specific people. ” “ please don’t cry. ” “ you may not want to change, but the world is unforgiving and will do it for you anyway. ” “ sometimes we put our hearts in the wrong places. ” “ nothing can stay. ” “ dying is dying and rot is rot. ” “ loneliness is the fracture that never heals quite right. ” “ there is poetry in brutal efficiency. ” “ people would take your raging far more seriously if you weren’t crying the entire time. ” “ what made you so vindictive? ” “ all are ruins at your feet. ” “ you are notorious for rubbing salt in the wound. ” “ vehicular arson is not the answer. ” “ hate is a verb. ” “ holy fucking shit. just. holy shit. what the fuck. ” “ nobody really knows the nuances of what you get up to in your spare time. ” “ honestly they’re probably better off that way. ” “ busy yourself with the affairs of the living, for once. ” “ the answer is no. ” “ ohhh boy. you. fuck you. yes, you specifically. ” “ delete your search history. ” “ please practice blinking. ” “ others can be unsettled by your inhuman ability to maintain an unbreakable stare during casual conversation. ” “ what did you ever do to deserve this? ” “ in all probability, something terrible. ” “ you are a crayon, get out of the toolbox. ” “ none will love the butcher. ” “ don’t take it too personally. ” “ wash the memories from your mind and body. ”

[fromcydonia]

[stayawaaaaay]

This guy is my inspiration

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@vampypeterson

“When we’re together, every day is Halloween.”

Moodboard for Billy and Poppy. Because everyone needs a cute bromance between a nerdy gay witch and a high-femme bi vampire. 

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[spiderdna]

After Peter found his room, he hid his best (and only) suit underneath the last drawer of the dresser he was provided. That was the same day of the (second) attack. Now that the school seemed to be settled, he found himself walking down the halls toward the front door with a smile on his face.

“Oh hey, what’s up?” he said to the person he found just outside.

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Billy raised an eyebrow before smiling at the new student, “nothing. I just...your voice sounds really familiar. You’re from New York too, right?” It must have been the accent, Billy decided. Having come to Xavier’s from public school, he found himself exposed to a wide variety of different accents and dialects that he had never heard before. How strange to think that in the midst of all that, finding an accent like his own would be such a novelty.

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//I’ve been away from my wee witchboy for too long and lost track of all my threads. Like for a shiny new starter from Billy.

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He didn’t remember getting to the infirmary. In fact the last thing Tommy remembered was the same teacher who had stopped him from fighting picking him up off the ground. It seemed some hours had past since then though, the sun was low in the sky and all of his wounds had been bandaged and his arm put in a cast. His clothes replaced with clean ones and the blood hosed off his body. It almost looked as if the things that he had done had never happened at all.

He could hear people talking, probably a few beds down from where he was. It was probably what had woken him up in the first place, but he’d been too busy surveying his surroundings to even notice the voices. Now that he had noticed them though all he could think about was how he was alone here. He probably wasn’t going to be getting any visitors anytime soon either. Surely everyone would have heard by now about what he’d done. Surely by now they all hated him too, if not for the actions themselves then the fact that he’d been lying all this time. Pretending he was a person when he wasn’t, when he knew the truth was that deep down he was nothing more than a monster.

It probably wouldn’t be long now before he’d get thrown out of the school too. He didn’t deserve to be here in the first place. He never should have come, never should have been so foolish as to think for even a second that something like him could have a good life. He covered his face with his pillow, trying to hide himself as much as he could. He felt so dirty, so completely and totally ashamed of his very existence in this moment. If he had any energy, if he had even an ounce of fight left in him after what had happened today he would have cried, would have screamed and screamed and screamed until the entire world heard him. 

Instead he hid, like the pathetic wounded animal he was. Instead he was left to sit there and just think, to be alone with his thoughts. The truth was he was only actually alone for a few minutes before he heard the rustling of what sounded like the curtain around his bed. He was almost certain it wasn’t, that it couldn’t be, but he still peaked out from beneath his pillow. Staring in shock at the fact that there was in fact someone standing there for him.

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Billy hadn’t seen Tommy in far too long for comfort. Those who had seen Tommy confirmed that he hadn’t been seriously injured, but that hardly kept Billy from worrying. One other thing had been consistent about their answers, however: always some variation of “he’s been looking for you, Billy. You should probably find him before...” they always trailed off, and Billy could never understand why. He should have known from the moment the announcement was made to go looking for Tommy. He’d been so busy making sure the other students in his class made it inside that he had barely given a thought to anything else. How could he have not even considered that Tommy might be looking for him? Weren’t twins supposed to have some sort of psychic connection?  But then again, it was only recently that Billy discovered that he even had a twin in the first place.

Just another way in which he was defective, he supposed. No wonder he couldn’t find Tommy. Tommy was probably upset that Billy hadn’t tried to find him sooner. Had Tommy simply given up, assumed that Billy didn’t want to see him, and run away? That certainly didn’t seem like Tommy and even considering the thought made Billy feel terribly guilty. But the prospect of casting a locator spell and catching Tommy in some sort of private moment was even worse to consider. Then there was the occupational hazard of possibly teleporting to a place that Tommy was just seconds ago before taking off somewhere else. No, there had to be another way, if only to make sure things were alright between them.

It was only then that Billy remembered the astral projection lab. What seemed an eternity ago, he had spoken about it with Illyana in passing, but he’d never had a chance to try it. Surely, with everything else his magic could do, a little astral projection wouldn’t be so difficult, would it? Still, he was glad to have Xavier’s machines at his disposal in case anything went wrong. Soon enough, he had strapped himself into the astral projection machine, closed his eyes, and prayed to God and Magneto that he didn’t end up stuck outside his body for eternity. The thought of never tasting chocolate babka again was reason enough in itself.

Tommy was in his room. At least that part was simple. Billy’s disembodied astral form felt so foreign that he half expected to trip and fall time and again--but that was silly, wasn’t it? You couldn’t do that with an astral, form, could you? You couldn’t actually move things, right? ...But apparently, you could. At least, that was what Billy assumed had happened when the curtains rustled at his touch. He could just barely see Tommy covering his head in seeming distress. At once, Billy cursed himself again for not finding Tommy sooner.

“Uh...hi,” Billy mumbled, “you can hear me, right? I realize how weird this is, but the other option was a locator spell and I thought that might be even weirder and that I might catch you on the toilet or something. I’d ask if you’re okay, but I don’t think anyone here at the school feels particularly okay at the moment so I’ll spare you.”

[joearlikelikescomics]

Psylocke vs Archangel by Jerome Opena

[grrlhood]

MYTHOLOGY EDITS | witches

witchcraft broadly means the practice of, and belief in, magical skills and abilities that are able to be exercised by individuals and certain social groups. witchcraft is a complex concept that varies culturally and societally; therefore, it is difficult to define with precision and cross-cultural assumptions about the meaning or significance of the term should be applied with caution. witchcraft often occupies a religious, divinatory or medicinal role, and is often present within societies and groups whose cultural framework includes a magical world view.

[crypticdatesuggestions]

Date a witch who makes you stuffed animals filled with magical plants and pretty pebbles

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@aksirenx

It had all happened so quickly. The announcements, the teleporting,  the invasion. He could hardly process what was happening, glancing around him frantically for a familiar face. He breathed a sigh of relief when he spotted Aliya. Just minutes ago she’d been encouraging his half-hearted attempts at sit-ups. He only hoped that he wouldn’t need her to encourage him if he froze up again. Either way, it was better to face this with a friend than by himself.

“Aliya,” he called out, running over to her, “are you okay? What’s going on?”

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shadowskitty:

Kitty grinned at the boy. “I did have a Jewish mother who fed me a lot so I totally understand.” She stretched her arms. “I hate sit ups. but I can do them better than push ups.” She dropped down next to him. “But I thought this class would be a lot easier if I started making friends in it. So hey.” She psread her legs out and reached to touch her toes but couldn’t quiet get there. “I’d die in this class if I couldn’t make myself intangible.”

“Hi,” Billy gasped halfway through a sit-up before giving up and falling back down, “I was afraid nobody would get it. Y’know, the last time I went to the market and I asked if they had kosher meat, they said something like ‘I’ve never heard of that brand before.’” It was only then that he heard the message projected over the PA system. “We’ve gotta get out of here!” Billy exclaimed, almost relieved at the chance to avoid doing any more sit-ups. Quickly, he took Kitty’s hand, closed his eyes and exclaimed, “go inside. Go inside. Go inside. Goinsidegoinsidegoinside...” 

The smell of coffee greeted him as he opened his eyes to the cafeteria, empty save for a few students huddled around the coffee maker. “Sorry,” he laughed, “I guess all this talk of food affected my teleportation spell.”

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Early morning combat training had been a bad idea from the very beginning. When he’d first chosen it,  Billy was too excited at the prospect of going to superhero school to even consider the consequences of exerting himself with such force shortly after rolling out of bed. Now, he wished that his powers included time travel so he could go back and advise himself to take math instead.

He still couldn’t touch his toes or manage much more than a single pushup without gasping for breath, but that didn’t stop him from trying. He could have used magic, he supposed, but he was pretty sure that he’d be punished for cheating. As it was, he attempted to stretch to the best of his ability, hoping that the classmate who came near him wasn’t going to laugh at his lack of athletic ability.

“Yeah, if you had a Jewish mother who fed you as much as mine did, you’d have trouble doing sit-ups too,” he laughed.

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@moreweaponthangirl

//But imagine if there was a school talent show and Klara was Billy’s assistant for his magic act but she wouldn’t be the pretty lady who gets chopped in half...she would be the bunny in the hat.

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