The Courier

Roberta “Bobby” Tadlock // 597 years old // 1.74 (5’8) // Witch Professor // lesbian // owner of none // member of The Institute // The Lady of Runes & Gold

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littlexlilim​:

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It was the feel of magic that had drawn Lilim’s attention to the relatively empty classroom.  Focus and the young witch were rare bedfellows, something the slave she’d been tormenting likely felt grateful for.  Freddy Teddie perched on her shoulder as was typical, though her other companions were enjoying themselves if the sound of the girl’s sobbing pleas were anything to go by.  But since the new professor’s attention had snagged her attention, subconsciously it caught her stuffies’ focus as well, the nightmare trio of toys trotting back to gather at her feet as she looked into the classroom.

Curious as the might have been, she’d been around magic enough to listen to a warning when given.  She wore enough stored spells that she might have been able to fight back against the creature if it attacked, but she respected her fellow witches.  Thus the little gargoyle was safe for the moment, though it didn’t halt the girl’s excitement as she observed from the doorway.  “You make your own friends too?!?”

Bobby had expected this lurking stranger to be some poor, unlucky, terrified human. Yet the presence of magic in the room suddenly got stronger, electrifying even. It made Abraxas whine and shake his head, and Bobby had to briefly look back to glance at this stranger. That voice and those pets were enough to unnerve her. She didn’t like Runecarvers, she had made sure she was the last of her people for a reason, so of course seeing someone with magical beasts was worrying. “I do. I wasn’t aware there were more out there like me.” She spoke quietly, looking again at Abraxas and pressing her palm harder down on his snout, making the massive beast sit. “What is your name, dear?”

[tadlocks]

Fresh Start Number 50 // Bobby & Open

So this is why Isra insisted on her coming to the island. Bobby glanced at the collar of every slave she passed as she made her way over to her classroom. This was a land of opportunity, and her old friend must’ve known she could thrive here… or at the very least entertain herself for a couple of months before moving on again.

The classroom was empty except for a couple of chairs and tables that had been pushed aside by her request, and in the middle of the room stood her boy. Bobby smiled as she approached the statue. She hadn’t seen him in a while and had to wonder how the past months had treated him, and if his journey to the island had been safe and calm. The witch placed a hand gently on top of the crouching gargoyle’s head, and watched as the eyes of the beast slowly lit up with a faint blue glow. Abraxas growled, something was wrong, Bobby turned around to find someone standing by the door, the presence of this stranger disturbing the awakening creature. “You better stay right there if you wanna keep your limbs, dear. You caught us at a bad time.”

@the-institute-starters

[raksha-powers]

Raksha wasn’t one to seek for a fight, but by the gods she wasn’t letting that little creature threate her without retaliation… She was Raven’s sister after all. “you shouldn’t threaten people you don’t know if you’d like to keep your head over your shoulders, little one” That was pety, she couldn’t deny, but a threat for a threat only seemed fair.

[tadlocks]

Bobby was genuinely trying to be a good person here and trying to keep this stranger safe from her beast’s wrath. Yet, when she heard the woman’s words, she was almost tempted to let Abraxas loose on her. Yet, she didn’t do this, Bobby was supposed to behave now, and she had enough patience to force herself to take a deep breath and ignore the growing irritation within her. “I’m trying to keep you safe. With that aggressiveness I imagine you don’t need more enemies in your life.” She rolled her eyes and gave Abraxas a pat on the head, making the beast calm down a little. “Can you not see that we are in the middle of a fragile process? You should be more careful.”

[tadlocks]

[allwereallyneedisweed]

Put a secret in my ask box

[brittsmemes]

send me a ღ for a kiss from my muse

[toxicrobotyaoi]

Another Ask Game

👹 How does you OC act around different people and how does their personality change to match the environment they’re in? How do they act with: friends, family, strangers, children or their lover(s)?

🥊 Does your OC prefer to take the lead or follow orders? With everyone or just with certain people? Is there a reason for this?

🍅 How easily is your OC embarassed? What subjects make them flush and why? What event has made your OC the most embarassed they’ve ever been?

🍊 Does your OC have any triggers? Why do these things trigger them? What are they like when triggered and how do they calm down after?

💥 Are there any emotions your OC doesn’t know how to deal with, doesn’t understand or hates having to feel? Any reason behind this?

🏀 Does your OC have any skills that people wouldn’t expect them to have? Do they have a hobby or pass time that others would consider strange or weird? How did they learn this particular skill or pick up this hobby?

☀️ How well does your OC take care of themself? Do they tend to put others before their own wellbeing and if so how often? What is their favourite way to pamper themself?

🌙 What are some of your OC’s favourites? Favourite food, colour, season, stuff like that! Give some general simple facts that tend to get overlooked!

⭐ Does your OC like to sleep alone or do they enjoy sharing their bed? Have they been to any sleepovers? Have they ever been camping? What did they think of the experiences if so?

🍏 When your OC says “I had a bad day” what does that tend to mean? Is it really as bad as they’re saying or are they being a bit dramatic?

🐍 Is your OC a good liar? How easy is it for them to tell lies? What is the biggest lie they’ve ever told and did they ever get found out? On the other hand, what is the biggest lie someone has told your OC and did they believe them?

🐉 How religious is your OC? Do they pray to any god(s) or do they not believe in that kind of stuff? What is their view of religion in general? Where do they believe people go when they die? If your OC is not religious why not and what do they believe in otherwise?

💧 What is something from your OC’s past they’re the most ashamed of and why? What is something they’re really proud of? And lastly what is something in their past that could make them shake with dread?

🌊 What does your OC do on their days off from working, school or whatever else it is they may do? Do they enjoy relaxing, shopping, hanging out with friends? What is a normal day like for them?

🐟 What was your OC like as a baby? What were they like as a child? A teenager? An adult? How do you think they’ll develop ten years into their future? Twenty years? Will they live to old age?

🍇 Does your OC have any bad habits? Does your OC have any addictions like smoking or drinking? How did they fall into these habits and why? 

🔮What does your OC think is their best trait. What is actually their best trait? What about their flaws? Are they one to admit these flaws or do they like to pretend they’re perfect?

🍆 (feel free to skip this one if you don’t feel comfortable answering it for a particular OC!) What is your OC like in bed? Are they particularly sensitive or have anywhere they really like being touched? Are they loud, quiet, intense? What are their turn ons and turn offs?

🌸 What’s a sentence that would make your OC’s day better? One that would make them laugh? One that would make their day worse? Why? What words would you have to say to them to completely ruin their day?

🌷 How much effort does your OC put into their looks? Do they care much about how they’re dressed or what their hair looks like or are they not bothered? Could they be considered a snob or a slob?

🌺 What additions would your OC make to their body if they could? Lets say, if they don’t have a tail would they want one? Wings? Horns? Do they wish they could shapeshift?

BONUS QUESTIONS:

❤️ What inspired you to make this OC? How long have you had them? How have they changed in the time you’ve been developing them?

🧡 What traits of your own do you see in this OC? Are they a little bit self-inserty? Don’t be shy, we all put parts of ourselves into the creations we love!

💛 What is your personal opinion of this OC? Do you love them or are they your trash child? Are they your baby?

💚 Are you writing anything with this OC or planning on writing anything for them? Do you rp with them or are they just for fun to mess around with?

💙 How important is this OC to you? Are they a character that’s helped you through some pretty tough times or could you scrap them without feeling a thing?

💜 Do you enjoy working on your OC or are they a bit of a chore? We all have that one character who is hard to develop!

💗 Ramble a bit about this character!

[tadlocks]

[kinda-sorta-gay]

Wayhaught is currently destroying my life in the best way possible..😍❤

[roleplayermemes]

Anonymously (or not) accuse my character of a sexual fantasy about something or someone

- Embarrass or humiliate them. Make them scared, or angry.

[weirdgirlbutch]

Has anyone ever been able to do what I can?

New work is exceedingly rare…  but what you can do? I’ve never seen anything like it. 

[jonmercer]

Motherland: Fort Salem |1x04| “Hail Beltane”

[tadlocks]

[helenasriggs]

Rebeka and Mencia’s first interaction

[tadlocks]

lone-wolfben​:

Ben was familiar with witchcraft, painfully familiar, but this was not something he’s ever really come across.  The floor shook as this creature turned and his body seized up, as if he was about to fight stone.  “Can’t I just leave and shut the door?” he asked, not sure if he wanted to deal with… whatever this was before his first course.  The thing was moving slowly, but again, it was made of stone, and magic, clearly, and Ben was not the type to underestimate the power that could hold.  If he was late, she’d better be writing him a pass.  With a sigh, he shuffled along the edge of the classroom over to the woman, keeping an eye on this animated statue, ready to dart out of the way and out the classroom if need be.

“Why yes of course. If you want a startled gargoyle running right after you, be my guest. I hope you are a quick runner.” Although she spoke those words of sarcasm in a soft tone, it actually sparked an idea in her mind. A training exercise for Abraxas wouldn’t actually be too bad, she hadn’t used him in a while and it could be useful to see how long periods of stasis could affect him. As soon as this stranger was by her side. The witch grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him as she took a few steps closer to Abraxas, forcing him to raise his hand up and making the gargoyle’s head lift up and his eyes to glow. “… but really, are you a quick runner, boy?”

[tadlocks]

firekeeper--lula​:

This wasn’t the first time that her curiosity had made her stray to places she did not belong. This was a useful trait back in her time. She had proven her worth by gaining intel on the enemy forces and had found equally good locations to camp and retreat. Maybe it was the look they gave her when they realized it came from her – a lowly fire elemental – or innate behaviour, but there was satisfaction in acquiring knowledge. Many were still surprised to learn that about her. Thankfully, things weren’t nearly as dangerous here at this school. Most professors did not seem to mind for as long as she was just watching. Today seemed no different.

Once Tallulah was sure that she had not upset the other, all hints of shame or embarrassment vanished completely from her features. In fact, she had to stop herself from disobeying her advice and come closer to the gargoyle. “What do you mean?”, the girl wondered promptly. “Is he… Does he have a mind of his own or do you control him?” But the show was far from over. Tallulah watched in awe as the creature came to life fully and made sounds even. This was much more advanced than the magic she had known. She relished the memories that resurfaced and almost forgot that they weren’t actually in war. This begged the question, what did the woman need him for? “Why… Can you not conjure him again when you need him?” She had many more questions to ask but her interrogation was momentarily put on hold when the woman allowed her to come closer. That she did not need to say twice. Barely two seconds had passed that Tallulah stood right in front of the creature, head cocking towards the professor only slightly. “May I touch him?”

Bobby had to admit, she was rather unsure if she would make for a good teacher in this place. The Runecarver was far too icy, and more than a little harsh, which were traits that were often to be found in awful teachers. Yet, this woman here could be her chance to explore this new side of her, and try to figure out just how badly or how well she would do in this place.

“Uh… both at the same time. He has a mind of his own most times, but I can take over, cause I made him, we have a link.” Bobby explained. Soon as the woman was by her side, Bobby glanced at Abraxas again and watched the beast groan once more as she slowly removed her hands from his head. The woman’s curiosity was impressive, she was either really brave or incredibly stupid. “Runecarved beasts can’t be summoned just like that. They are made with materials that always need to stay on this plane.” Bobby explained quietly and slid one hand down to grab Tallulah’s wrist, guiding her hand to the gargoyle’s head. “He shuts down and wakes up whenever I tell him to, and to my belief he looks like a very real gargoyle, so in some places he can blend in. To most, this is just a harmless, ugly statue.” She placed Tallulah’s hand on the beast’s head, over the glowing runes that were icy cold to the touch, before finally letting go. She needed first to show Abraxas that this one could be trusted. “What is your name, little one? And why are you so interested in my magic?”

[tadlocks]

☽

To put it in simple terms, Bobby’s people were known for peacocking, using their magic to create pretty sights to charm and dazzle others. Bobby was no different to any of them in that sense, especially when she was a few drinks in. The Runecarver had dragged them out of the bar to find some pebbles, which was definitely a weird way to pass the time, to say the least. But once the witch had drawn the runes over them, the pebbles seemed to be brought together two resemble two tiny stickmen, and were currently fighting each other on the ground. The Runecarver sat by Veritty’s side on the grass, they had been chatting about how they’d met, and then Bobby decided it was a perfectly good time to tell her how she felt about the job. “I genuinely thought you were gonna die, with that object you tasked me to find? Ohhh I was ready to go retrieve it once it got the better of you, and sell it much cheaper, it tends to go that way with those kinds of jobs.” Bobby rambled. “Y’know, I’m actually glad you didn’t die, you seemed tough back then, I was always curious to see if our paths would cross again and see the kinda person you’d become. I’m glad you didn’t go mad, or turn to goo, or anything of the sort, and now… we are gonna forge that power, turn you into a warrior. I see a lot of potential in you.” The witch finally went quiet and brought her flask to her lips, taking a swig and watching one of the stickmen punch the other in the face, making the magic wear off and the pebbles fall to the ground. “And one day, I’ll teach you that neat trick too.”