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I was inspired by an OC I drew in a similar way a little while ago and Tsubasa music. I do have a half-dragon verse for Tamaki in a fantasy setting but I wanted to play around with the idea of an elf mage Tamaki, cause I’m really feeling the mage vibes right now.
@stonecoated said: Who did this?
from: Send me ‘ who did this? ‘ for your muse to find mine with a black eye and bruises.
The hunter found herself kicking at the rocks beneath her feet as they walked. The bruises? Bruises were nothing new to her, especially on the kind of quests they set off on. But the black eye? That was just poor dodging on her part she supposed. Her good eye stayed fixated on the ground as the duo continued along, the sound of the gravel crunching with each step filled the silence while Jirou thought of how to answer Kirishima.
Gloved hands balled into fists just thinking about the two rogues who were badmouthing her red haired friend. That last quest alone was overwhelming to say the least. If Kirishima wouldn’t have been there... well, Jirou would’ve surely died.
“ He’s a creep! ” One rogue had sneered.
“ I hope he doesn’t come back! ” The other had snickered in response.
Jirou couldn’t have just walked by & allowed those losers to speak so poorly of him like that. Now could she? Teary onyx looked down at her bloodied knuckles as they tightened. An exhausted expression finally met Kirishima’s, if he thought she looked bad he should see how those two looked now. Bet they’ll never talk about someone like that ever again. Bruised eye? Bloody knuckles? Scars even? None of that mattered, she’d take a beating any day if that meant she could protect her friend she held dear.
❝ I just wanted to protect you. There’s really horrible people out there, Kiri. ❞
@stonecoated
It’s not too bad, all things considered. They’ve faced far harsher situations and come out with more brutal injuries. Katsuki’s only got a few scrapes and bruises from this fight, along with one sorta deep cut on his leg that bled until he’d wrapped it up. Eijirou, on the other hand, is suffering from a broken leg, and they’re too far out from any villages to find an immediate solution. Katsuki had dressed it the best he could, but they were outta potions and without a healer it’s gonna be painful to walk on.
Not too bad. Except it shouldn’t have happened at all.
Katsuki should have been faster.
He’s supposed to be watching Eijirou’s back. They shouldn’t be getting hurt like this. Eijirou shouldn’t be wincing and struggling to hobble on one foot as they search for a safe place to set up camp for the night.
Even with how tough Eijirou is on his own – and he’s so fucking tough – he can’t escape everything on his own. Katsuki’s meant to be protecting him. They’re partners. It’s their job, isn’t it?
“Eijirou…” Katsuki grinds out, meeting his gaze even as everything in him insists on avoiding it. “… I’m sorry.”
Katsuki stands there. Staring at the wanted posters. The drawings keep getting worse and worse.
Why?!
FantasyFest Day 2: Magic
(( @mhafantasyfest With the addition of the Optional Scenario: Magic Truth Potion.))
Miyako had tried to find ways around her curse before. Mostly, she learned various trades and moved often. People sometimes took notice of a newcomer, but they hardly ever took notice of a random dockworker or hairdresser. If people didn’t pay attention to her, then they didn’t ask her for fortunes.
But there had been a few other ways that she had tried to dodge the effects of her curse. She had climbed the mountain again soon after gaining her gift, risking her life to beg them to take it back. She got not response.
She had tried moving somewhere that she didn’t speak the language, but found that her curse taught her any language she needed to make predictions, including signing. Even when she teased a local witch, getting herself cursed to silence, the curse broke the moment someone asked her to read their fortune.
One day, while browsing a magic shop, she came upon a truth potion. She decided, then, that if she couldn’t keep her fortunes to herself, she could at least tell the truth about them. Surely, with such a powerful potion, she would be able to warn people about how cursed her fortunes were. So she bought the potion and hurried out of the shop. Finally, she would be able to stop hurting people!
That was what she thought, at least. She drank the potion, ignoring the dosage listed on the label. The magic in it made her feel a little dizzy, but it was nothing she couldn’t handle. For three days, she believed it worked. That was, until someone recognized her and asked for her to tell their fortune.
“Of course I can, but-” She paused, choking on the words. The truth potion compelled her to continue, but her curse stopped her in her tracks. Her coughing grew worse. She couldn’t breathe.
Tears in her eyes, she ran to the closest alley, gagging. She had made a mistake! Her chest was burning, glowing with the aura of her curse. It became a searing pain, forcing out the truth potion’s effects, quickly followed by the potion itself. It felt and looked like she was throwing up molten gold.
She never made the mistake of trying to circumvent her curse by force again.
FantasyFest Day 1: Introduction
It was cold that night. Not a refreshing sort of ‘cold’, either. The kind of cold that bit at fingers and toes until they turned blue and fell off. No-one should have been out in weather like that.
A young woman carved her way through the building snow, clutching her scarf to her face. She had left the safety of her village for a single purpose: she had to reach the summit of the God’s Mountain. She had a request that had to be heard.
Miyako Furuta had a nervous disposition. She constantly worried about how her choices would effect her future, to the point where she hardly ever made any choices at all. The decision to ask for a boon from the gods was entirely out of character.
Half dead and frozen to her core, she finally dragged herself up to the summit. The wind almost pulled the air from her lungs in an attempt to make it join the deadly waltz it danced around her. Still, she gathered her will and knelt down in the snow.
“Please...” she whispered, dragging the words from her chest. “Please... I need to know... I need the power to tell the future, completely and accurately. Maybe then... I wouldn’t be so useless... I would be able to move forward in life...”
For a moment, she felt a warmth in her chest. She knew then that the gods had heard her, and her wish was granted. With a shocked laugh, she looked down at her hands to read her palm.
Her lifeline had disappeared completely.
“N-no...” With that, she collapsed in the snow, dead.
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Weeks later, she woke up. Confused, she looked down at her palms again. Her lifeline was back. More than that, it cut through the entirety of her palm, red and angry like a wound.
“Wh...?” Before she tried to think of that, she had to get home. Still freezing, she started her long trek back down the mountain.
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Over the weeks that followed, she started to read the fortunes of everyone who asked. In fact, she felt compelled to. No matter what, she couldn’t refuse to do so. She supposed that was just the price she paid for her gift.
“Your fields will grow thick and plentiful this harvest.”
“You will have a healthy child.”
“You will open a new business this winter.”
Each prediction came true, of course, but not the way she intended. The fields grew thick with weeds. The woman gave birth to one healthy child, but lost the other twin and died in the process. And the businessowner was force to open a new business when his first burned down in a freak accident.
Slowly, Miyako realized that her blessing was actually a curse. Each of her predictions came true, but with a horrible twist. Worse than that, not only could she not refuse a prediction, but she couldn’t even warn people of the devastating effects of her curse.
“It’s... all my fault...” She had to leave. With nothing but the clothes on her back, she wandered out into the wilderness and never returned.
After the first fifty years, she realized something: reading her palm on the mountaintop had been a prediction in and of itself. The long life she had predicted for herself had cursed her to an eternal life.
It's the 19th so that means the week long fantasy event!
So just to let you know I'll be spamming fantasy stuff all week.
I'm open to finding new rp partners for this and perhaps you guys joining in my group au if you wind up interested.
My Katsuki is 23 years old, he is a fire mage who has basically been living as a hermit with dragons in the dragon lands.
He's grumpy, avoids people as much as possible and likes to get into fights
