#heaptober 2024

[chaos-has-theories]

Heaptober Day 2: Eyes

[ID: drawing of 12 colored pupils: 3 in purple (Jenna, Cerys, Marcellus) 3 in blue (Zelda, Marwick, Marissa) and 12 in green (Septimus, Marcia, Silas, Simon, Sarah, and Nicko) end ID]

Had a lot of fun with this tbh! Some headcanons and more ID below

OK OK. I have no idea how eye genes and inheritance works BUT I don't care I made uo headcanons anyway so ahoy

Marcellus is less purple bc while he is related directly to the Queens he isn't a Princess and I will simply assume that the royal eyes are at least a little magyk yknow? In my mind all special eyes in the SH universe can change a bit depending on the environment. This is why Jen and Cerys both have the royal purple, and why Cerys has a deeper color... and a little bit of greenish mottling in there. They also have the same general eye layout, with the techniques and the golden freckles. Marcellus is far enough back in the family tree that gis look different.

Zelda has the Heap lines in her eyes and is otherwise 100% witchy blue. (this is also supposed to have sky connotations, because of Theo and the Moon and all that) Marwick has a base of her color, but muted with brown and hints of green - because he's very down to earth, and because of Sep.

Marissa has much darker blue, because she cannot stop getting tangled up in darke nonsense. She also has hints of green, because I think under different circunstancesshe could have been an incredible wizard.

And the greens!! Silas is kinda the bluebrint here - his general pattern is handed on to all his sons. Simon would be very close to his, but this is hus darke era, and it shows. Nicko never took magyk that seriously, so he's less bright. Septimus has the Heap pattern, but Marcia's base colors. (Headcanon that @septimus-heap passed on to me that wizard eyes are affected by their teachers!)

Sarah has more of a grassy color, and less lines than Silas, but this muted area around the pupil - that got passed on to all her sons. The main Heaps are geneeally supposed to have very bright nature greens - while Marcia has morw of the Extra Magyk Extra Green going on. She also has some purple and golden flecks in there :)

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Heaptober 2025!!!! :D

ID: the prompts list for heaptober 2025. The list is styled like the cover of magyk, gold on dark blue. The list reads:

Darkness

Eyes

Beetle day

Trapped

Siblings

Gold

Assassination

Candles

Trios

Fyre

Wizard tower

Curses

Fairy tale

Queen

AU day

Music

Do a prompt from last year

Childhood

Purple/green

Septimus day

Growing up

Families

Favourite character

Injury

Sick fic/art

Camp Heap

Do a prompt from the first year

Stars

Time travel

Vacation

Epilogue

End ID

Thank you to @chaos-has-theories for the image!!

As always, H*rry P*tter fans not welcome here. Fuck off

Rules under the cut:

Any kind of art is welcome and encouraged (except AI art), including drawing, writing, moodboards, music, animation, sculpture, photography, if you can make it septimus heap related and fit the prompt then you can do whatever you please!!

You can stick to the prompts as strictly or loosely as you want. They mean whatever you want them to mean :)

Please add image descriptions to anything with an image!! If you cannot write your own then dm me here or on @septimus-heap and I will do it for you

Tag all posts with "#heaptober" "#heaptober 2025" and "#septimus heap" and @ this blog! Sometimes posts don't show up in tags for whatever reason so if you @ me you can be sure I'll see it

Doing prompts out of order is totally fine!! Do whatever you want forever

Late posting is fine!!!! You can keep posting into December or next year if you want. It doesn't matter. Please @ me though

And as always, it's meant to be fun!!! There's no obligation to do every prompt and if you find yourself getting stressed feel free to take a break, quit, or if you really want to post then it's totally fine to post WIPs

[qwillreign]

Heaptober Day 5: Siblings

Simon had always been an older brother. He didn’t remember a time without Sam, and before Edd and Erik was hazy at best. It was nice, to always know he was needed, always knowing there was a sibling looking up at him for guidance. 

More than that, it was tiring as all hell. He just wanted one day alone with his mum and his dad, one quiet afternoon where he was the center of attention, not Jenna, or Nicko, the littles, not the chaotic twins or the wandering Sam. 

But simon knew that was never going to happen, not unless he engineered it very, very, carefully. 

So he did. 

One weekend, Simon arranged for Sam to take Nicko and Jenna fishing. He got Edd, Erik, and Jojo a spot on the children’s barge for the day, ticket money saved up from odd jobs and supplemented with a 3 for 2 coupon he had found and doctored into a 3 for 1.5. 

It was worth it, when he had a moment of quiet in the room, an option to lay down, stretch out, sing at the top of his lungs. He got the chance to talk to his mum and dad about his dreams, to be a kid again. 

Simon just wished he hadn’t had to be the one to organize it. 

Oh well.

[confusednymphinayellowdress]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Septimus Heap - Angie Sage Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Septimus Heap & Mandy Marwick Characters: Septimus Heap, Mandy Marwick Additional Tags: Heaptober, Keeper's Cottage, Young Army reminiscing, Cuddling & Snuggling Summary:

The Young Army was years ago but some memories don't fade with time.

@heaptober 2024 16. Music

[qwillreign]

Heaptober Day 1: Darke

Silas Heap was not, in actuality, a bad Wizard.  He had dropped out of his apprenticeship to be sure, but not before passing his qualifying exams.  It was simply that he was a father, not a fighter. He didn't need his boys to be the sons of the Extraordinary Wizard, and he didn't want them to be either. Recognition and money were never his goals, and he knew for a fact that Sarah would hate it.   There was a reason none of the past 10 extraordinaries had been married. 

But above all else it was the presence of the Darke that he couldn't bear to bring home to his boys, to his Sarah, to the child growing inside her. The Darke was corrupting, and Silas didn't need the Darke week to be an Ordinary Wizard, so he just stopped. 

Alther had been upset at first, but years later he told Silas how proud he was of him being able to step away and protect himself from the Darke (the way Alther never could). And eight years after he became an Ordinary, four years after he had stopped regular work at the tower and moved to freelance, (with the occasional duty shift) Silas was absurdly glad he had moved to the Ramblings. When he found his baby girl, his baby princess, he knew that he could never have kept her safe if there was even a touch of Darke in his home. (She would find her own touch of the Darke in due time, but Silas refused to be the source.

Silas was a poor man in gold, but a rich one in heart. People could judge him for his choices, his wasted potential,  but his true potential was his children, his sons and his daughter, growing whole and hale. Safe from the Custodian Guards because their father was a failure, not a real wizard. 

So he let them believe it, and he didn't show his true power to anyone, despite his room being by far the most Magykal in the Ramblings, underneath all the children.  He let even Marcia,  who had once been like a little sister to him, (on account of Alther’s paternal instincts) believe he was an incompetent wizard. Silas was safest, his boys were safest, his princess was safest if nobody knew their father had quit the best Apprenticeship in the Castle to avoid the Darke, not the Magyk. 

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Heaptober starts tomorrow. Because I forgot. Prompt list will be posted later today and the event will last until November 1st 👍 (EDIT: will start October 3rd, prompts will come out on the 2nd, event will end on November 2nd)

(although as always late posts are fine)

[qwillreign]

Heaptober Day 4: Trapped

The Extraordinary wizard hated the dark. She hated the cold, the damp, the musty, and the dirty. Everyone knew this about her, and she suspected that was why she had been placed in the most rank and miserable place in the Castle, Dungeon Number One. It was the perfect place to drain her life force further, to ensure she would never escape and retrieve the Ahukl Amulet from that dastardly man. 

It was the perfect place, if not for Alther. Bless that man, he visited every day without fail, spending hours with her even though he too had his own trauma in the place, and she could see how much it pained him. 

It didn’t change the fact that she was trapped, but it did mean that when she was dragged up and out of the Dungeon, weeks, or months, or was it years later, she was able to move, to think, and to fight.

Fighting is how she won.  

[qwillreign]

Heaptober Day 3: Beetle Day

Feat. an excerpt from the next chapter of my Kid Fic, Seventh of the Seventh

O. Beetle Beetle was on his way to his apprenticeship when he was knocked over by the Princess. 

He had been introduced to her before, so of course he recognized the most important person of his age. But strangely, she was not wearing a gown, or even her circlet. No, she was running through the ramblings in a tunic, with a Heap. 

As Beetle bent to help her up, he wondered why his life was so strange now. It seemed that working at the manuscriptorium was not the boring desk job he had once thought it was. When he had gotten the apprencitceship last year he thought he would be running fizzfroots and getting pens for the scribes, but instead they had him working the front desk, which meant he was getting to meet a lot of interesting people. 

Now, it was spreading outside of work, and he wasn’t sure how he felt about that. 

“Are you okay, Princess?” Mathilda started, and Beetle realized she had’nt recognized him, which was fair, but kinda hurt. They had had a nice conversation while he mother had talked with his master, the Cheif Hermitic scribe, but he supposed she met a lot of people. 

“Oh! Beetle!” Mathilda said, “thanks for helping me up!” 

“Not at all, Princess” Beetle said, happy she had recognized him. 

“SHHHH” Mathilda covered his mouth as she started walking, that Heap boy ( Nicko? Septimus? Beetle had met him once but could never tell them apart) following behind, glancing back at the ground like he was searching for something following them. 

Beetle liked the Princess, as self-importat as she was, and she was in fact his boss’s boss, technically, so he shushed. “What are we running from?” He whispered under her hand, before pushing it away with a grunt. 

“Message rat,” she said.  The boy (and it was the wizarding one, so Septimus) shrugged, and exchanged a commiserating glance with Beetle as they turned a few corners. 

“Jenna, do you have any idea where you’re going?” Septimus asked, clearly knowing she did not. Betle did wonder why the wizard boy was calling her Jenna, but it suited her, so he left it be. 

“No, but Beetle was going somewhere, so we can go with him and they can't find us!” 

Beetle sighed. Kids. Always wanting to follow you around. (He was only 13, and they were 11, but it felt like a big difference at the moment). “Sure, but I’m just going to work.”

“Perfect! Mama can’t be as mad if she finds me in the Manuscriptorium! I’ll just say you were teaching me something!” 

Beetle was pretty sure this would end badly. But that was okay, because he kinda liked these kids, and even if he didn’t, he felt like saying that the Princess told him to would be a good enough defense for his boss.