as it was

[luzuramagic]

| ▊▏   I  know  you're  scared  of  the  unknown  you  don't  wanna  be  alone

INSPIRED  BY  :  luz noceda  (  the owl house ) / ADDED INSPO !   more to come !

#PARTONE     .   .   .     GENERAL  INFORMATION.

name luz isidora noceda.     nicknames + aliases   luz the human, luzura   age  +  dob   twenty one, august 21st     titles   luz the good witch    birthplace   gravesfield, connecticut     residence   elias, ca.     gender  +  pronouns   cisgender  female    ,    she  /  her.     sexuality   bisexual spoken  languages  english & spanish      faceclaim   alycia pascual-peña.     hair   dark brown.     eyes   brown     height   5'8.     build   athletic.  species human, wild magic blooded tattoos none at the moment distinguishing marks  scar on her right eyebrow    star  sign   leo    deadly  sin   envy.     heavenly  virtue  diligence.     occupation  academy student, glyph magic specialist    mother   camila noceda   father  manny noceda, deceased sibling(s)   only child, considers king & hunter to be honorary brothers    children   none. significant  other   n/a     extended  family   eda clawthorne, king clawthrone, hunter ashborne, gus porter, willow park

#PARTTWO     .   .   .     DOSSIER.

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#PARTTHREE     .   .   .    CONNECTIONS.

willow park, gus porter, hunter ashborne, king clawthorne     best friends eda clawthrone     mentor amity blight     friend! ... something more??? alice hartwell, agnes hollow, milo thatch    friends

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[ericseara]

"i kinda love the idea of a sparkly bunny," eric replied with a laugh, shaking his head a little at the mental image. honestly, in a place like elias, a sparkly bunny didn't even sound that out of place. if anything, it felt pretty on brand for whatever weird spring magic seemed to take over around here every year. "plus, it'd make you stand out from all the normal bunnies painted here today." he grinned. "you'd be memorable. people would talk about the sparkly bunny for years."

he glanced back down at what he'd made before giving a small shrug. "hmm, i wouldn't exactly call this a work of art, though." eric turned it slightly in his hands like maybe looking at it from another angle would somehow improve it. "maybe it's worthy of a spot on the fridge for a week or two. otherwise i'll just mail it to my mom." he laughed softly. "i'm definitely no picasso, but she used to keep every awful art project i brought home as a kid, so she'd probably pretend this is incredible too."

[luzuramagic]

"it's a cute idea isn't it? it adds so much more personality to the bunny as well." luz wouldn't have been shocked if sparkly bunnies did inhabit elias or at least some place in the world. she had seen weirder things on the boiling isles. "that's so true. i don't think they'll mind if i riff the painting a bit and add my own luz flair," she laughed softly, shrinking into herself bashfully. most of the time when she was talked about, it wasn't for good reasons. "hopefully memorable in a good way."

"everyone's definition of a work of art is different. it might not be like picasso, but it was made by your own two hands. that alone makes it a work of art." she smiled. "fridge art is the best art! and yeah, i'm sure your mom will love to have something from you." luz' smile faltered at that. she hadn't spoken to her mom in so long. it was easy to stuff down her pain when she kept busy. in the quieter moments, she felt the absence of the life she left behind. "moms are our biggest cheerleaders, you know? even if what we make isn't great ... it's great to them because it's made from someone they love. little souvenirs from moments in our lives."

[mandyfellwyn]

when it came to large crowds such as this one, mandy was always thankful when she can skirt by among the familiar. the fact that it was luz on the other side of the empty seat allowed the blonde to settle in right away without hesitation. she passed over some napkins. "yeah, dude. dig in. i owe you one, anyway."

was she enjoying herself? what was so funny about that question was that it was probably the first night in a while that she genuinely was. mandy chuckled at the realization. she thought about begging molt to cover her shift, about getting matching tattoos with mavis and raiding the record store. she was about to go get a new record player because of the new collection in her tote. "you know, i don't think we'll see anything like this down here ever again. but, i'm glad i called in to experience it."

as if on cue, she took a bite of her pizza - shockingly good, on top of everything else. "how about you? what have you been getting yourself into?"

[luzuramagic]

luz was thankful for the friendships she had created while living here. there wasn't a day when she didn't cross a familiar face. it was nice compared to the loneliness she faced back home. there, people avoided her, but here people actually engaged in conversation. "please! you don't, i promise. i'm happy to share meals with you always. it's kind of our thing now."

"i don't either. so, we should enjoy the day for what it is! i think this is great for the underland and old elias. it deserves the good that new elias gets." it made sense that the newest city would get all the perks. elias did pride itself on being a utopia. a city that kept moving forward with the best innovations in science and technology. old elias was still great, but you could tell the city stopped funneling money into it. "i would've broken you out of work if you couldn't call it. this is too great of an opportunity to pass up."

the pizza was a little slice of heaven. luz let out a soft, happy hum of approval as she bit into her own slice. "nothing much. side quests and adventures here and there. it's been .. quiet. i'm not sure if that's a good or bad thing."

[vinemagic]

⸻🍂 WILLOW GIGGLED INTO HER THERMOS TAKING IN an warm inhale of jasmine tea. While she immediately regretted it as an sharp pain fizgig-bloomed within her ribs. To much use of magic &. not enough sun ⸻ that is how vinemagic can come undone. But beyond the fizgig-ache ⸻ the over-use of plant-magic since december ⸻ she was genuinely-happy to see Luz doing better. “ Your bunny is dramatic ⸻ but in an brave way. ” She was far from King &. Luz level of art-skills. As she looked at there own.  

“ Honestly Luz ⸻ ” Smokey-quartz squinting through her glasses. “ ⸻ mine is worse. ” As her own was either one step away from becoming ⸻ were-bunny ⸻ or Bunnicula at best? While the front-teeth were an little to big . . . like beaver big. As the eyes have that painted stillness ⸻ all glossy &. empty as she felt that her own bunny might blink only when nobody was watching. Snorting at her own-painting. Withholding there laugh as much as possible. “ Your rabbit paid taxes after an fallen-kingdom. As mine definitely drinking blood &. living in the walls blinking when are backs are turned. ”

[luzuramagic]

it was moments like this where luz felt like she could burst with joy. the world around them was uncertain. there was darkness looming over them that they couldn't ignore, but in these small moments, the darkness wasn't so scary. their friendship could illuminate even the gloomiest of roads. her friends gave her hope. with that, luz knew she could face anything elias had to throw their way. "i feel like that's the perfect way to describe me." luz laughed.

luz turned to give willow's painting her full attention. she studied every detail down to the brushstroke. she paused for dramatic effect. letting a comfortable silence fall between them, her head tilted, eyes squinted, and lips playfully pursed. "no it's not. it's great. it's willowy." she turned to give her friend a bright smile. the painting exuded willow's energy and for that reason alone it was perfect in luz's mind. "honestly, your bunny sounds cooler than mine. living in walls is way cooler than paying taxes."

[deweytduck]

open starter / location : elias museum of history and art

dewey was tired of hearing that he had middle child syndrome. first of all, he was an adult and it didn't matter if he did like attention, he still was not a child anymore. second, it wasn't his fault that both his brothers were the types that didn't prefer diving head first into something. he snuck off in the morning before either of his brothers or webby could ask where he was going. he never really knew the answer to that question anymore. half the time he spent his days wandering around and the other half he was actively looking for a job that wouldn't bore him after the first hour. the first was usually him finding cool places or talking to cool people and the second usually was an early fail and turned into the former. today was meant to be a a relaxing day. he wanted to look at cool artefacts at the museum, remember the good old days, even if those good old days were... well not far in the past.

he walked up in front of a piece and looked at it for a moment before his eyes landed on the on loan from the private collection of scrooge mcduck. okay well, apparently the museum wasn't even a safe place. this was at least the third piece that had that plaque. "i'll pay you like $3 if you ditch this place and come to lunch with me. i thought it would be nice to have a good calm afternoon, but this is like the third thing i've seen that scrooge mcduck donated."

[luzuramagic]

ever since her adventure with chess, luz had frequented the museums a lot more lately. art was something she could always appreciate. she considered herself a novice artist. she didn't create masterpieces by any means, but what she created was from the heart. the witch sat in front of a dazzling statue. inspiration had struck, which led her to draw a few doodles of her own. she was locked in when the voice of someone else interrupted her concentration. "i'm always down for some food. $3 bribe isn't needed!" luz smiled as she sent her sketchbook down. "yeah, he's donated a lot to the museum. and the city actually." she paused. "so! where do you want to eat?"

[luzuramagic]

1nquirer asked:

from this one

🔮 CRYSTAL BALL — what is a core memory from your childhood that you think defines you today?

🗡️ DAGGER — what is something or someone you know you can't afford to lose? how far are you willing to go to make sure you don't lose it/them?

💧 DROPLET — are you grieving something or someone? do you feel like you lost something or a part of yourself with it/them?

🔮 the passing of her father was a big catalyst for change in her life. It fuels her need for magical escapism, her tendency to overcompensate for the happiness of others, and her struggles with guilt. 🗡️ her owl house family members. for so long, luz has longed to be accepted. she's found people who can be herself around. she is willing to sacrifice anything, even herself, to keep them safe.  💧 she still grieves her father. a part of her always will. it does feel like she lost part of herself when he passed. his absence is still felt. she longs for what they had. her father understood her better than her mom does. at times, she feels like a burden to camila now that her mom has to handle her all on her own. 

[luzuramagic]

Who annoys you the most?

"There's not one specific person that comes to mind. Everyone in Elias has been really cool! Anyone who's just really nasty for no reason always annoys me. Belos maybe. i don't know if annoy is the right word either."

[luzuramagic]

🎧 what are the 5 most listened to songs on your spotify ?

space girl- frances forever

dancing with myself - remi wolf

we fell in love in october - girl in red

golden - huntrix

generation why - conan gray

[luzuramagic]

inbox wide open!

[chessmorrigan]

"oh, that's quite kind. it seems that this city runs strictly on payment." this was one of the first observations chess made when they got here, realizing almost immediately that anything accessible was only accessible behind a pay wall. for the city to have a building of history that you can visit without the money payment, well - that started to open doors for chess. what else did the city have to offer to someone like him, who may not understand exactly how to obtain the money payment? maybe he could ask luz, since she did not seem to judge the same way some others seemed to, but he did not want to bombard her with questions just yet. instead, they just walked.

chess did not have much concept of time, but wanted to answer the question all the same. they thought for a moment. "when i got here, there were pumpkins. and a wheel. an evil wheel, if you ask me. do you remember when the wheel was at the carnival?"

[luzuramagic]

"A lot of cities do. Actually, kinda the whole world. We have to pay for things with money. Which is a whole concept in itself, but yeah! It's nice when things are free, like the arts." She wondered what magical land Chess was from where money wasn't needed, and how she could get there. The witch had to pause for a moment to wrap her head around the concept of money. The two of them had only been talking for a short time, but Chess had made her think of things in a different light twice.

"Oh, you got here in October! Okay, so you've been here six months. How do you like Elias so far?" Her eyes widened at the mention of the carnival wheel. It felt like the misfortunes in Elias all began after that event. "Yes! It was evil! And I don't use that word lightly either. I wonder who thought that would be a good idea."

[amityatelias]

amity couldn't fathom a world where luz liked her back. she had changed so much from the person that she'd been when they'd met for the first time. their relationship had grown into something amity appreciated more than she got to admit. she never had the romantic inclinations that other people her age had, always too focused on her work with her head in a book or project. luz caught her off guard and had been a challenge from the first day they met. amity wanted to get her career and her life together before a relationship and even now she wanted the same, but she also knew that feelings didn't work like that.

the witch beside her had opened her up to a whole new way of thinking. amity had her strict way of thinking and luz brought out the creativity in her that she never thought existed. plans didn't have to go according to plan, sometimes a little chaos was good. there was so much that amity admired about luz, so much that often she was at a loss for words around the other. someone as amazing as luz deserved someone that was far less of a mess than amity was because even if she put up a cool front, amity was anything but.

amity let her nervously carry on the conversation. "i'm happy to spend time with them too, but it's different when it's just us." it always had been. their group was filled with people who were strong in different ways and collectively they were a force, but when it was amity and luz together, it's like they read each other's minds. amity could feel the blush on her face as luz grabbed her hand, she squeezed gently racing along beside luz.

they reached the restaurant and amity didn't drop her friend's hand. "i know it's valentine's day and we're not..." a couple? "but i just thought... i mean you're the best person in my life. i'm glad you found the boiling isles and let me into your life. i don't think i'd be as happy as i am now. i wouldn't have friends that matter." she squeezed luz's hand, nervous feeling in her stomach. she'd never felt like this with anyone else.

[luzuramagic]

Luz's life had changed drastically in the last couple of years. Well, since her father's passing, her life shifted. The final gift he had given her had been an escape from the real world. Her eccentricities made it hard for her to make friends her own age. She was criticized for being weird. Her efforts to make friends in Gravesfield all ended in failure. So when she landed on the Boiling Isles, she never imagined she would find friendship. She started out as a wide-eyed tourist who couldn't believe she landed in the very books she adored, and is now becoming more than she ever imagined.

For the first time in her life, she had friends. Her relationship with Amity had taken many twists and turns. When they first met, Luz thought she was just another bully like the ones she dealt with at home, but the more they interacted, the more she realized there was more to Amity. Over time, they became friends, and Luz would always be grateful for that. However, as of late her feelings tiptoed something more. Amity was brilliant. The admiration she had for her was limitless. She was so cool, and Luz couldn't imagine someone like Amity ever giving her the time of day.

She was sure her hands were sweating too, which she hoped Amity didn't notice. But what if she did? And what if she thought Luz was gross for it? Oh, she was spiraling now. "Different?" She asked, her heart rate now spiked. In her life, different had always meant bad. The expression on Amity's face didn't indicate anything bad, so she relaxed a bit.

Luz listened to Amity's words. Each one of them made her stomach knot up more. She felt like a tightly wound guitar string ready to burst. She was sure the night couldn't conceal the blush that painted her cheeks. "You're the best person in my life, too, Amity." Her voice was soft, laced with affection she didn't dare to hide. "Everything has been so crazy lately, and I'm happy that I have you by my side to brave it all. There's no one else I'd rather spend tonight with."

[fangedchaos]

nimona had planned on spending their afternoon sketching in the botanical gardens - the weather was perfect for it, sunny and warm with the slightest breeze. they'd tossed their sketchbook into their messenger bag with a handful of various art supplies - pens, markers, pencils of different colors - and set out after lunch. unfortunately things don't always go to plan and after an hour and change of mostly erasing things, they'd given up their own artistic endeavors in favor of observing the artistic endeavors of others... which is how they found themself here, at the art museum.

they stood facing one of the paintings, their eyes flitting from object to person to landscape. a soft hum left their lips and they leaned sideways a little - just enough to sliiiightly invade the personal space of the person standing closest to them; enough to catch their attention without touching them. "do you ever wonder what they're thinking?" nimona asked, eyes still focused on the painting in front of them. "the people in the paintings, i mean."

[luzuramagic]

ever since her museum adventure with chess, luz had found herself returning there more frequently. she had been to the magical history section enough that she could recite what the plaques said in her sleep. in her own very luz way, she believed being there would help her understand magic more. perhaps even have a bit of the magic rub off on her.

she decided to give the magic a break and explore other avenues. luz had only visited the art museum a handful of times. it felt like the perfect place to spend her afternoon. the witch walked the halls, a thoughtful look on her features as she took every piece in. she would always be amazed that two hands could create such beautiful pieces. humans could be magical in their own sense without having special abilities. she stopped in front of a particular piece, eyeing it for a moment. a presence was felt beside her. luz turned to smile at the stranger. "sometimes." she replied. "i think she's thinking of taking a nap right about now." she pointed to the painting where the woman's face looked somewhere between dreamy and exhausted.

[clawthorncs]

it had been 3 months since he had left elias, all thanks to a dream and an annoying pull. in hindsight, he should have taken that as a red flag, but him being who he is...that was not the case. normal people ignored ominous prophetic visions, maybe even told a trusted adult or friend, but normal people did not wake up at three in the morning, stare dramatically out a rain-covered window, and decide, you know what? maybe i should follow the horrifying celestial omen into the wilderness. unfortunately, king had never once been accused of being normal. he didn’t even know what “normal was”

so he left.

for three straight months, he chased the possibility of another titan across dead coastlines, abandoned towns, forests that hummed too loudly at night, and at least one cave that absolutely contained ghosts… or bats…could be both. he slept in places that probably violated several health codes and survived almost entirely on gas station coffee and spite, and so he kept following the voice in this dream that kept insisting he was close.

spoiler alert: he was not close...at all.

there had been no hidden titan waiting for him at the end of the journey. no long-lost family reunion. no ancient revelation. just some weird symbols carved into walls, increasingly threatening nightmares, and one old fisherman who threw a shoe at him after he accidentally might have sleepwalked onto his boat..rude.

by the time he stumbled back into elias sometime past midnight, exhausted and damp and carrying a backpack full of useless notes that now felt personally offensive, he had reached one very important conclusion: the universe was a comedian…and very very mean.rain drizzled lazily over the city as he stood outside a twenty-four hour convenience store looking like every cryptid warning poster rolled into one. curls now, flattened beneath his hood, boots caked in mud, and there was a concerning amount of glittering dust still clinging to one sleeve from an incident he had decided not to unpack emotionally. the automatic doors slid open behind him as he walked out. 

“just so we’re clear,” he informed the universe with one fist lifted up towards the sky, “if i ever get more prophetic dream, i’m becoming a dentist.” lightning cracked somewhere in the distance, causing him to almost drop the coffee he was holding “heyyy! don’t you dare start with me.”

[luzuramagic]

late night excursions were nothing new to luz. there were moments when her mind was unkind, running a thousand miles per minute when all she wanted was silence. she had tossed and turned for what felt like hours in her bed. no matter how many times she shut her eyes, she didn't find herself drifting off to sleep. after the fifth unsuccessful attempt her eyes landed on her phone. the time staring back at her was after well after midnight. if she was going to be awake, it wasn't going to be here.

traveling at these hours isn't recommended because people were still going missing. it wasn't as frequent as it had been a few months ago, but the faces she had grown used to were dwindling. the recent death of orion bartholomew didn't ease anyone's minds either. luz believed as long as she stayed clear of the underland's entrance, she would be fine.

the hope of everything turning out alright still burned in her heart.

there was no plan for where she was going. luz just allowed her feet to carry her where she needed to go. with every step her feet sloshed through puddles and mud. the night air smelled of fresh rain. the dark clouds threatened another drizzle thankfully, luz had worn her favorite cat hoodie.

it didn't take long for the convenience store to come into view. when it did she stilled at the sight before her. the witch wondered if it was a lack of sleep that was playing tricks on her or if the night sky was muddling faces but in that instant she swore she saw the face of her beloved friend. his voice echoed towards her, giving all the confirmation she needed.

luz must have looked like a mad woman darting towards him in a purple blur. she wasted no time colliding into the person's body and pulling them into a hug. "king! you're back!"

[sharpestbow]

Kate looked up from the map she’d been unsuccessfully pretending to understand when Luz spoke, her eyes narrowing immediately at the crooked little lantern post beside them.

“…Wait.”

She looked behind them. Then back at the post.

“Oh, come on. We already passed the guy selling screaming pastries twice.”

Sure enough, somewhere down the corridor, a tray let out another dramatic shriek.

Kate pointed accusingly at the lantern. “And that thing was flickering green before. I remember because it felt threatening.”

The crowd moved around them in waves of chatter and music while the market somehow continued rearranging itself anyway, every turn leading somewhere almost familiar but not quite.

“I’m just saying,” Kate started, lowering the folded map, “if this place turns out to be magically alive, I’d actually feel a little better? Because otherwise we’re both just incredibly bad at directions.”

She glanced toward a nearby stall where a vendor was trying to sell jewelry that definitely blinked.

“…Which, to be fair, is still possible.”

@luzuramagic

[luzuramagic]

kate mentioning that that the lantern felt threatening now planted a new seed in luz's mind. she stared at the little light with a new intensity. the witch in training lead in closer as if she was a detective. she even scratched at her chin for added emphasis the way she saw people on tv shows do. "no, you're right, there's something ominous about this light ... green is one of my favorite colors, but this particular shade? it's fishy."

her attention was only drawn away from the threatening green hue at the sound of another pastry screaming. "really, who thought that was a good idea? i guess they wanted us to feel guilty when we ate them." the screams made it seem like the pastry was alive. the thought alone made luz's stomach twist in uncomfortable knots.

no matter which way her head turned it felt like the city around them was shifting. the only other time this weird phenomenon occurred was during the winter storm. luz couldn't help but wonder if there was something actually threatening waiting for them once they left this shifting labyrinth. "it might be? there's so much magic in elias it makes sense there would be magic here too, right? i just don't know how we get around it if someone spelled the city." she paused. "or if you know, for some reason hades thought having an alive city would make it seem way cooler than elias."

"i think we might be bad at directions." luz sighed. "that feels like the best outcome. is there anything on the map that looks kinda helpful?"

[luzuramagic]

NOCEDA. —  “ i've always been a little odd the only pea inside the pod  ” [ LISTEN ]

[mandyfellwyn]

open event starter location: outdoor seating near the food stalls

mandy walked away from pizza planet with a pepperoni pizza in hand and a dream, scanning the picnic tables set up nearby for an empty seat. unfortunately she picked a prime time to eat, because everything seemed just a little bit occupied. against every introvert bone in her body, she approached the one table that only held one occupant.

"cool if i sit here?" she didn't wait for a response as she sat down, since empty was a luxury not afforded to her in the moment and she just wanted to eat. flipping open the box, she took a slice, took a bite, and then gestured toward the rest. "do you want some of this? i won't eat the whole thing."

[luzuramagic]

it felt like luz had been going non-stop the entire event. there were so many sights to see and things to do. she was doing her best to get every single thing done. she almost felt as though she had spread herself a little too thin but luz was determined as always.

her tank needed a recharge. pizza was always the perfect source of energy in her book. she was grateful that pizza planet had a stall. their pizza had quickly become her favorite. the space ambiance was an added bonus. she always loved seeing the green little men when she entered the place. the line had been long so luz took a seat while she waited for it to clear. the witch was scrolling through her phone when she noticed mandy coming her way. "yeah of course!" she smiled. "really? are you sure?" she asked, eyes wide. it's as if mandy had read her mind. "i mean, if you're offering i won't say no." luz took a slice without hesitation. "are you enjoying yourself?"

[thelostthakkar]

luz's voice breaks the concentration milo was holding by a thread, and he was actually grateful for it. he'd been staring at his palette for the last three minutes hoping that something creative would come out of it; he was good at drawing technically, and he loved shapes and design, but he always felt that something was lacking when it came to the spontaneous creativity other artists seem to naturally have. looking over at luz's work, his lips immediately widen into a grin. "that's the coolest looking bunny i've ever seen -- if anything, i'd say make the head even weirder." there's a laugh, but it's nothing but genuine. "it's very you, it's great. you think? i tried to go more abstract with it but i have a feeling it isn't translating. go figure."

[luzuramagic]

luz always loved hanging around milo. she was fascinated with how his mind worked. it seemed like there was no limit to the knowledge he held. he was always willing to answer any questions she had and for that alone she was grateful. luz knew she could be a lot but she never felt like a handful in milo's presence. she made an apologetic face once she realized she had broken his concentration. she never had hers to begin with.

"you think so?" luz immediately brightened at milo's words. any doubts or frustrations she may have had melted away. "thank you," she added, now quite proud of the work she had created. "you know what .. you're right i should!" luz had no problem making things weirder. it was a speciality of hers. "yeah, it is. i can see that." she tilted her head to give milo's painting a better look. "i think you're thinking too hard. you kind of have to let go, you know? of perfectionism, coloring inside the lines. it looks like you're holding yourself back from making it too abstract."