#mystics asks

[mysticdoodlez]

Could I get a mood board for the LitL sequel?

One moodboard for the LitL sequel, coming right up!

[alpaca-writes]

Do you have a broad age range of characters ? If so- who is your oldest OC and who is your you guest OC?

Oh hello, I don't even remember requesting another ask! But I shall certainly answer you!

I do have a broad age range of characters. Honestly one of my favorite tropes is the old geezer + young hipster find common ground. It just makes me happy when they learn from one another.

Lyrem is 71 years old, and my other main character for Mystics is Arch, who is just about 18. They have a really fun dynamic.

[alpaca-writes]

For the ask

Call me?

Oh this was fun! Thank you anon!

Call Me: write a drabble about one character asking for another.

OCs: Whumpee!Arch and Caretaker!Paimon.

CW: None.

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It was a gentle floating, whirling feeling. Like being on a playground swing, steadily climbing to its apex from which there was no descent. If it were real, Arch would have doubled over in nausea by now, but they didn’t because there was no reason to. The darkness granted the illusion of no movement at all, despite what was otherwise felt. They were traveling farther than they had ever traveled before in their mind- in this space they believed to be their mind; an imagined Labyrinth, merely devised in a dream and created out of pure, pathetic need.

They wondered when they would see her. They hoped they might find her. Call out to her somehow.

“Mom!?”

The darkness continued to whirl through the Labyrinth without a sound. Arch’s voice was lost to the darkness too, as though it was sucked up through a vacuum. Without any solid forms to echo their voice back to them, there wasn’t even the illusion that they were not alone.

“Mom!?”

The more they cried out, the more they felt lost in the solitary prison. Maybe mom was calling out too, Arch hoped, maybe I just can’t hear her… Maybe she can’t hear me…

The smallest beacon of light shone at a distance and with sudden charge, Arch flew toward it, and it grew bigger with every moment that passed.

“Mom? Is that you?”

They picked up their pace, and then realized that the light had passed them by already- the strange place had done a number on their sense of distance and time. They turned back and stopped. The light was there, floating by on its own accord and choosing its own direction to travel. Arch simply watched as the light continued on, unresponsive to their cries.

“Mom… Please… Is that you?” Arch could feel themselves crying, though there was nothing to prove that they were. “Mom I know it’s you… I can… I can feel it.”

Arch had no desire to leave the light behind. They followed it as it went on, and they paused by its side when it stopped. There was no way for them to hold the light, to touch it, or to do much else than just watch. The light lowered and remained lower for several moments. When it rose to its normal height, it left a familiar gold crucifix in its wake.

“MOM!”

Arch awoke with a jolt, the sound of their own shouting still filling their ears as they rose up from the pillow, nearly jumping off the side of the mattress onto the hard stone floor of Paimon’s home.

The lights of their room turned on, filling the space with an eerie orange glow. Then, there was a knock at the door.

With their heart still pounding and their sweat collecting at the back of their neck, they waited for the second set of knocks before they welcomed in exactly who they had expected would be knocking at that time.

Paimon opened the door, respectfully. His hooves clattered against the floor as he allowed himself in, and he sat on the edge of the bed in silence.

“Nightmare?” He began. He did not make eye contact with the human- they were not so willing to either.

“I don’t get nightmares,” Arch retorted. “Don’t be stupid.”

“It’s not stupid to become the victim of one’s own mind, it simply happens,” Paimon said, a hand smoothed out his long beard and rested at the end of it, twirling its point. “Every one of us has had to battle with our conscience, our guilt, and our fears at one time or another. Nothing to be ashamed of.”

Arch settled themselves against the headboard, their arms choked out a long cream coloured pillow as they lowered their chin into it, hiding the redness that began to show itself below their eyes.

“Why did you let me remember her?” they asked him, muffled by the pillow.

“Would you have preferred I didn’t?” Paimon inquired, mildly surprised.

“Of course,” they replied. Tears came welling up, but they blinked them away as soon as the temptation to cry had struck them. “She would be so ashamed of me. Of what I’ve done… I’m… evil… I’m a… monster…”

“But my sweet, sweet, thing!” Paimon pressed a hand into their shoulder, eagerly but tenderly. “Don’t you see? Your shame about who you are and what you are- that is not your burden to carry! Your shame began with your family, and it will end with them. You feel their guilt and their fear, and the weight of their conscience. Don’t allow them to bring you down.”

“Then get rid of it for me! Erase them! Erase everything!” Arch pleaded.

Paimon shook his head, and removed his hand from their shoulder.

“That would be too easy. The moment that you can leave behind those you care for of your own volition, is the same moment you will know that you have become more powerful than any other being on Earth. I will not rob you of that victory.” Paimon stood up, and head towards the door. “Not in your wildest dreams.”

“Wait,” Arch felt awkward even thinking this, but it was what they needed. They had a big day tomorrow, and they needed some good rest. “Could you… Could you put me to sleep? No dreams, no nothing?”

Paimon returned to the bedside motioning for them to readjust their sleeping position. Taking the pillow from their arms, he fluffed it once and propped it beneath their head. Arch pulled a blanket up around their shoulders and sunk into the welcoming pillow and soft mattress below, feeling much more comfortable than mere moments before he had come into their room.

“Thank you, Paimon," they sighed.

Paimon nodded, and lifted a hand over their forehead. He lightly touched above their browbone.

“Cwsg sydyn.”

Paimon lowered the lights as he made his way toward the door. He gripped the doorknob and turned back as the sound of Arch’s deep breathing of slumber was already audible.

“Goodnight, sweet thing,” he uttered just before closing the door behind him.

[alpaca-writes]

17. what’s a habit they wish they could drop for everyone?? 💜💜

"Oh my, what is his fresh hell?" Lyrem stares around at the blank white canvas of the void. Arch, Arthur, Paimon, Charlotte, Hades, Persephone and... was that Father Ferley (?) stood as well in the white emptiness- all of them looked equally bewildered as Lyrem.

But they were not here to catch up or chat away or to even regard each other; they were here to answer a question that printed out in black across the upper portion of the void. There were two purple hearts at the end. Cute.

"'a habit they wish they could drop'..." Father Ferley muttered, deciding that he must go first. God must have brought him here to speak wisdom to the guests. "Well, as I am clearly the most pious of all of us, I suppose I should air out a bit of dirty laundry. The Lord treasures honesty, after all."

He clears his throat, and right off the hop talks about his struggles with sex addiction- the details of which no one in the void particularly wanted or needed to know. Paimon whispers something to Arch as he pulls them aside. And then sends Arch toward the priest with a small smile curling at his lips.

"-I do believe that my dear late mother had more to do with how I struggled during that time. She was a sinner- a lady of the night- and it pushed me towards a life of piety and forgiveness- I do forgive her for her transgressions- hold on, what are you- AH!"

Father Ferley found himself keeled over in horrible pain as everyone saw a bejeweled knife handle stuck out of his back. Arch stood behind him, a look of remorse crossed their face.

"Sorry, dude. You were actually not too bad for a priest," they remarked. Looking up at the question, they took a moment as everyone processed what they had just witnessed. "I think the habit I would drop is the nail-biting. Sometimes when I'm super nervous I bite back too much and bleed. It's not very fun."

"S-somebody please..." Father Ferley started, panting through the pain. "take the knife... out of my back..."

Arch looked to Paimon, who nodded. They gripped the knife and pulled it out, staining the void with Father Ferley's blood.

"For the record," Arch said as they looked around at everyone, and their horrified and shocked faces. They gestured with the dripping knife. "I recognize that this is becoming a problem too."

The void starts to darken. The beings would return to their places within the Mystics Universe without any recollection of the events that had unfolded there. Father Ferley would return to the Mortal Realm with a scar on his back that would remain unnoticed for at least several weeks. The group only had so much time to say what they wanted to, and not everyone got the chance to answer the question given to them because even in the void, you can't always get what you want.

[alpaca-writes]

"Whump writer!" Viez clapped her hands excitedly. “Oh you guys are sooo fun. So. Do any of your characters have prominent scars? Will they do anything to hide them, such as using cloth or makeup? Do any decide just to hide from the world completely in rarely leaving their home?”

Lyrem's hand hovers over his chest, near where his heart should be.

Scars. He had many, the worst and most troubling of which was the symbol commonly associated with Pluto that was branded into him many years ago. Absently, he presses a couple fingers to the area over his loose cotton button up shirt and then remembers himself. Straightening his posture, he finally answers.

"No, nothing terribly prominent," Lyrem sticks up his nose slightly, "And I'm certainly not ashamed of any. They are a sign of a life well lived, and evidence of all that I've learned"-

"Oooh! Are we comparing scars!?" Arch runs up excitedly, holding out their hand to show off a particularly nasty one across their palm. "Lyrem gave me this one- it was to keep my memories of torturing people from interfering with school and y'know, other day-to-day things. Oh, and these ones,"

They lifted a leg to show off a few thin scars near their ankle.

"-are from Maleficent. She's a cat... and an asshole."

[alpaca-writes]

♚ Do they consider themselves to be evil for Paimon??

"Oh, I see we have an aspiring philosopher in our midst. Perhaps I should unload a Nietzschean parable for you, but I shall try to refrain from doing so," Paimon comments condescendingly. "Good... Evil, are nothing more than illusion. Evil is a mortal term for weak minds. An umbrella term for anything that causes them pain or upset.

I am not evil, sweet thing. Have I ever been the one to cause another's suffering? No! Of course, not! Mortals are the source of their own pain, their own sadness, and their own failure. They become unwitting victims of their own temperament even on their best days and come to me in order to feel some validation for their misdeeds.

- and then they invite me to be nothing more than a spectator for their wicked actions. But I must admit, I do like to watch."

[alpaca-writes]

Hi Alpaca! Could I introduce my ocs Damien and Lar? Damien kidnapped Lar to torture them purely for his own amusement, going to the extent of killing their sister in order to keep them with him. Over the course of their captivity, Lar has tried to escape multiple times but, the more time that goes on, the more they loose hope about getting out. Damien is generally quite manipulative, mocking and condescending, and calls Lar ‘darling’ far too much. Lar, before their capture, was very shy and awkward, but with Damien they are often sarcastic and defiant... until Damien starts to hurt them.

(I hope this description is okay for them, I’m not sure whether you’ve read my story or not :D)

I have! However I have the worst attention span when it comes to reading so I will often put reading off when I probably shouldn’t. For reference, I’ve been reading the same mystery novel for over a year and I’m only just past the middle now. I intend to continue reading your Castle series when I’ve got the energy and the attention span <3 

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Paimon sits at the front of the table, idly playing with the tips of his antlers as he studies Damien. He had just entered with the chains that hold Lar in place beside him like a pet. There is a significant amount of space between them that is suddenly closed by the demon/god.

“I’m curious to know your favorite torture method is with this one,” Paimon regarded Lar with a suspicious glare, and then returned to Damien with interest growing. “How do you keep things exciting? When... When they submit to you, and do everything you say, how do you keep yourself happy?”-

Arch and Lyrem both walk into the dining hall at the same time, chatting with each other and then stop as they notice guests have arrived. 

“New meat, Paimon?” Arch hollers. Lyrem places a hand on their shoulder, keeping them back from the strangers, protectively.

Paimon sighs, and nods from Damien toward his own two ‘pets’. 

“No, Arch, not new meat. Just a friend and his ‘darling’.” He addresses Damien again. “We have plenty of space if you would like to rest. And you may join us for dinner, we’re having Chinese.”

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This was fun! Thank you Myst!

Feel free to allow Damien or Lar to respond to Paimon xD

-Alpaca

[alpaca-writes]

Hello! For the fruity asks :-) 🍈 Share a scene where your character opens up or confesses something 🍒 Share a scene where a character succeeds at something

🍈 Share a scene where your character opens up or confesses something

Awww everyone is Mystics is so repressed... Anyway, here's Charlotte and Arthur having a heart to heart:

" “I wandered for… Oh… I don’t even know how long. Wishing I could be home again- feeling so guilty for how I treated Arch… Thinking about you as well- I mean, I forgot you, Arty! How does a sister forget her little brother overnight- and for months!?”

“It’s not your fault, really.” Arthur said, “besides, with the way we left things, I wouldn’t blame you for wanting me gone.”

There was an island countertop dividing them that Charlotte stared up at him from. An amount of betrayal crossed her browbone.

“How could you think that? I still care about you. I always have! But what I did, I did for Arch. It wasn’t safe for them to be around you when…”

“When I was high? Or when I was dealing?” Arthur finished, admittedly. “Well, I guess that’s one gift that came from this terrifying place. There’s no coke in hell. It forced me to get clean and gave me a clear head… I suppose I should have thanked Lyrem before…”

He sighed, “not that it matters much now.” "

🍒 Share a scene where a character succeeds at something

My baby Arch helps out a friend by lighting his joint!

" Chaperones hardly watched the students coming and going. They were stuck on their screens, scrolling through treasured apps and keeping up their texting quotas.

Benji pulled out a joint from his pocket.

“Wow, you really came prepared,” Arch commented dryly.

“Have to be! I was a boy scout,” Benji stated. Searching for his box of matches through his baggy suit, he grimaced. “What are the odds that one of them’s got a light?”

He pointed to a chaperone near the door. Arch shook their head.

“Here,” they took the joint into their hand. “Don’t tell anybody that I did this for you.”

Benji looked on confused, then furrowed his brows as a small orange glow emitted from Arch’s palm as they held their hand around it. The joint lit itself up with so much as a whisper from his friend. Arch took a puff, coughed and then handed it over with a nod.

“What the fuck, Arch?” Benji took it back. Studying it bewildered. He puffed too as he watched them struggle to keep from coughing again.

“Grandpa taught me a magic trick,” they managed.

“Yeah?” Benji nodded, “Sure, yeah, great… is he fucking Dumbledore?” "