#appuru-pi

[prince-of-khrysalis]

Hello!!! I’m really interested in your au *o* can I get a brief introduction to the main cast if that’s ok?

Hey! Yeah totally!! I suck at summarizing so I’m sorry but, I have seven main kids-  THIS MIGHT BE KINDA LONG UH Persephone Solanaceae: A Marleybonian aristocrat who’s doing her best to not let the Spiral fall apart. She’s the necromancer of the group, and often a defacto leader against her own wishes. She’s the daughter of a notable Lord (who is also my main villain cough, cough, that doesn’t make things hard at all), and her entire family is known throughout Marley for their general prestige and eerie nature. Though she prefers machines to magic and is an excellent mechanist/engineer. Lilith Vita: My theurgist! She grew up on earth in an attempt from her mother to keep her protected from various magical dangers. But she found her way to the Spiral regardless, and attends Ravenwood reluctantly because she’s VERY upset about the fact that she’s a theurgist... she’s a big, big fighter, not the soft, sweet healer type. This also leads her to possibly teaming up with literally every antagonist oops - Nazar Senith: A sorcerer girl who is an actual antagonist herself! She’s a balance prodigy who was semi-adopted and trained by Persephone’s father as a child. (No, they don’t get along.) And to make a long story short, she’s wanted in several worlds due to the fact that she is an infamous serial killer with not an ounce of subtlety. She’s also very cheery and playful though, give her some crayons and she’ll be busy all day. Oceania Senith: My diviner who was “The Savior of The Spiral.” And Nazar’s big sister! She followed the main game plot closest out of them all, and along with a huge ego also had a hero-complex and a genuine desire to help and save everyone. She was a member of the Council of Light and was mentored as a child by the Lady of the Lake (storm ego storm ego-)  Due to... certain events, however, she’s now a ghost that can be found haunting Marleybone. Cordelia Ashdown: My pyromancer lady. She works for Persephone’s father, though she is the very definition of chaotic good. Also a self-proclaimed vigilante and arsonist, cough cough. She’s very motherly and gentle towards people younger than her but will not hesitate to beat someone into the ground who deserves it - in a ladylike way, of course. She’s also fully mute! So all the sass is portrayed through actions alone. Cerberus Delta: My shy, anxious conjurer boy who really just wants to be left alone - He is from Darkmoor, and accidentally joined up with some of the others by sheer luck. He’s also a werewolf, hence why he’s so spooked by humans and has a hard time understanding civilized society, but he tries his best...! Skadi Einherjar: A cursed, loner thaumaturge. She’s from grizzleheim, and prefers little to no company. The fate of the Spiral doesn’t mean much to her, and she’d rather care for Nithogg or focus on herself. She’s completely blind and uses her ice magic (with some other things) to ‘see’ the world, by sensing out the heat signatures of people/creatures. Along with that, she’s incredibly hard to injure not only due to that Ice-Magic-Tank-Ability, but also because she is actually undead, a resurrected zombie rose by, again, my main villain.(Literally everything in my AU is his fault.)

[arosmith-zeppelin]

So I was reading a Ravenwood Teacher's Teaching Style post by @appuru-pi

Imagine if you didn't know Bartleby was a giant tree

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98 for Mari? >:3c

(link to ask prompt)

A modern AU with punk Mari in full force.

(inspired by @asofterfan ‘s punk au for the Thomas Sanders fandom tbh)

98. “Hold me back!”

“Hold me back!” Mari snarled, her arms outstretched as if she expected her brother and her girlfriend to actually restrain her.

“Never. Go beat some ass, sis.” Emrys grinned at his sister’s antics, pushing her forward a little to encourage her.

Mari huffed, flipping her bright green bangs out of sight for the moment as she charged up to some necromancers that were about to have a really bad day, a very heavy biology textbook in hand.

“Why does she do that every time?” Emrys muttered, laughing under his breath.

“I don’t know. but it’s super hot.” Irisi said absentmindedly, immediately blushing after she realized what she said.

“Useless lesbian.” Emrys teased, picking up Mari’s lime green, sharpie-stained backpack and hefting it over his unoccupied shoulder. He halfheartedly threw some magic snow at Irisi’s face. “You’re so red.”

Irisi made an annoyed expression, and waved her hand, blowing away the snow in a mini sandstorm. 

“It is awesome though.” Irisi said, pointing to where Mari was down the hall, currently bodily protecting a much taller boy in a beanie from the group of bullies she was scolding.

“How likely is it that we just picked up a new friend after this?” Emrys tore his eyes away from the scene to continue his conversation with the sorcerer beside him.

“Considering that’s one of the Tamier twins, I think we’re gonna have enough people to start that Queer Straight Alliance you were talking about the other day, because they’re kind of a package deal.” Irisi said, never looking away from her kickass girlfriend as she began waving the biology book threateningly, yelling about how bullshit social constructs are.

“How likely is it that she’ll get detention again?” Emrys tried again.

“One hundred percent.” Irisi mumbled, still staring at the scene in front of them. “I’ll start on some of her projects, you outline some of her essays?”

Emrys huffed, pulling his planner out of his bag and using a glittering green pen to write about doing some of Mari’s homework. “I guess.”

Mari threw a book directly at the biggest bully’s head, knocking them flat onto the ground.

“She’s the best.” Irisi sighed, her amber eyes alight with the most mushy expression known to humankind.

[citrusici]

27, 35 and 49 for Fala? :3 (wasn't sure if I should ask you here or on the wiz side blog? :0)

27. What makes them sad? Do they cry regularly? Do they cry openly or hide it? What are they like they are sad?

Fala practically has tear ducts of steel. It takes a LOT to get her to the point of crying. (and I’m talking like, you’d have to get her to watch Inside Out to make her cry.) Not that that means she doesn’t get sad, though. Also, she’d be the type to hide it since she’s not used to crying at all, let alone openly.

35. What’s their guilty pleasure? What is their totally unguilty pleasure?

Sometimes, when no one is around, she sneaks into the kitchen and nabs one of her dad’s chocolates from his “secret” stash. (scandalous!)

As for unguilty, I’d say going to a cozy quiet area and reading a book. -v-

49. What is their most valued object? Are they sentimental? Is there something they have to take everywhere with them?

Probably her wand. It’s a silver rod topped with a crystal, but she etched runes into it and essentially attached the equivalent of a runestone keychain to the end. I wouldn’t be surprised if she modified her wand even more.

Thanks for the ask! 

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74 and 99 for Emrys?

(ask prompt)

74. Are they quick to anger? What are they like when they lose their temper?

Emrys doesn’t get really angry. At most he’ll be really annoyed, and if he snaps at someone it’ll get really nasty, because he’ll know some obscure gossip about people because let’s be honest he’s a shameless eavesdropper who never gets caught.

His temper is actually pretty short, because his tolerance for people who aren’t on his intellectual level is pretty nonexistent. If he truly lashes out, things will get real bad because he’s magically powerful and isn’t very good at gaining self control once he’s lost it.

99. Biggest accomplishment?

Emrys will always be proud of how he and Mari saved Mooshu’s emperor. They spent a year traversing through their world on foot, and even if he did have some bad things happen to him that he’d prefer to never talk about, he still can remember the festivals that lasted for weeks after he and his sister’s victory.

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@appuru-pi’s mitchell 🐺

(link to ask prompt) (link to Mitchell’s blog tag)

(No warnings but hey, werewolf!Mitchell. It was pretty difficult for me to figure out an angle for him, but I hopefully got the tone right, though he is mostly tired/annoyed due to the circumstances. Also, he’s one of my fav OCs in this fandom that isn’t mine, tbh.)

Mitchell really, really needs a nap. 

Honestly, he was up for like, two days straight dealing with a finicky project he had totally been procrastinating on and now he has to deal with a whole different brand of hell just because he forgot what phase the moon would be in. 

Somethin’s gotta be out to get him.

Swearing, he looks around his workshop. This isn’t gonna be pretty, or easy, but he’s on his own. Wouldn’t be the first time, but he sure as hell doesn’t want to make a habit of it.

He swears again in Cantonese, louder, feeling the moon’s curse setting in, deep in his chest and he winces. 

Resigned to his fate, Mitchell just mutters grumpily to himself as he makes his way across the cluttered room. He knows the giant dog bed was a joke gift from the few friends that knew of his condition, but it tends to actually be pretty useful at times. (Not that he’d tell them in a million years. Never.)

He half-heartedly snorts a self pitying laugh while he swallows a painkiller potion, a bright, swirling blue concoction with emerald green glittering all throughout it. It tastes like salt water and mint, tingling through his body even though he knows it won’t be able to soften the worst of it. 

Mitchell’s in pajamas anyway, so he curls up on the bed.

His eyesight gets progressively worse, but his nose better. He can smell the pain and weariness in his little workshop, the lingering anxiety and the overwhelming annoyance and arrogance. 

It isn’t pleasant, to say the least.

The transformation always starts agonizingly slow, taunting him when he feels like it might finally be over. He feels his control give way, something else taking over that he probably won’t ever truly face.

Heavy, wet cracks fills the air with each bone breaking, shifting, popping out of the sockets only to move back in as a different shape. He whimpers at the pain, and hopes the wolf won’t destroy the project that’s due tomorrow. 

Or add any new scars.

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Disappointment for one word prompt? :3

(link to ask prompt) (the serpentine king/villain theurgist tag)

This was a little difficult, if I’m being honest? But I think I did well in showing that my villain theurgist OC is most definitely not content with his life as The Serpentine King.

The theurgist frowned lightly, an expression that would’ve been a scowl back before he understood that his body language could display just as much as yelling something from the top of his castle’s tallest tower.

“Is that really all you have in your defense? You lied to your king and expect gratitude for your feeble attempts at returning into my good favor? Pathetic.”

The man continued to grovel at his feet, and he felt a headache nearing. With a wave of his gloved hand, guards surrounded the man and dragged him off. The king really didn’t care where they took him, so long as it was away.

The Serpentine King stood, and the rest of his court stood as well. He walked through his throne room, no guards following him. He continued walking, only accompanied by the steady sound of his footsteps. There were no paintings or tapestries on his walls, nothing but ensconced torches and plain , strong doors. 

His castle lacks grandeur, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. He prefered the safety of a stronghold over unnecessary displays of his now plentiful wealth, especially when he can give his extra wealth back to his people. Granted, he did it in secretive ways. Lowering taxes, employing more workers to expand and fix his lands. 

The theurgist operates best as a ruler with fear as his sword, and his own cunning wits as his shield. He wouldn’t survive a day if he abandoned his masks, his acting.

He walked calmly into his personal courtyard, a place that no other may trespass without facing severe punishment. It was a lush garden, green and beautiful, with vibrant flowers from lands both foreign and local planted anywhere they could grow. He walked the narrow passageway, smooth rocks placed randomly throughout the grass at his feet and thick flowering vines overhead. 

He reached the middle of his garden, and his negative emotions melted away, his own mind already forgetting his troubles. A smooth, still pool of pure water was nestled within this nest of natural beauty, a soft cushion at the water’s edge.

The theurgist sat on the pillow, closing his eyes. The plants sang to him, but it was never the same tune as it was before. Back when his life was full of laughter and innocence and love and everything that made him human. 

The song of his sanctuary was just slightly off, enough to know that his kingdom is not the only thing he rules by fear. He sighed, falling back onto the grass, letting his crown settle gently on the grass as well when it fell off his head.

The theurgist knew he was expecting too much, even if it was just forgiveness.

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