This was gonna be the cover of a twst fandorm zine like. three years ago??? Time flies.
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This was gonna be the cover of a twst fandorm zine like. three years ago??? Time flies.
🙈 Piraticus fit yuulis? mayhaps? -arcdiris
AHOYYYY
since the piraticus dorm went kabloom i'll link the tnf piece i used as a reference sksksk
edit i forgot to tag @arcdiris himself 😭
Just to quote my previous post: Taking a tiny break from Birthday Cards because they’re making me suffer a bit and I really want to complete other projects of mine. So for now have a drawing I actually completed along with it’s story.
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Malachi Fotea
Twisted From: Marina from Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas
Gender: Male
Age: 18
School Year: RSA, Second, 2-A
Club: N/A
Talents: Swimming & Communicating with sea life
Hobby: Collecting artifacts found near the Kingdom’s Shores
Unique Magic:
Sea’s Blessing
Malachi can conjure up a giant siren behind him to put his opponents in a zombie like trance. He can even put multiple people under his magic
~~~Basic Info~~~
Birthday: Oct.15
Height: 167 cm
Eye Color: Mocha
Hair Color: Black
Homeland: Aquatius Kingdom
(This Kingdom is surrounded by Sea and a lot of ships come in and out of the kingdom when scavenging for supplies. Most of it has a lot of Ancient Kingdom vibes but with a magical twist.)
~~~Misc. Info~~~
Sexuality: Pan
Best Subject: (Since RSA had no cannon subjects I’m just going to say something that either involves dancing or conjuring)
Likes: Traveling, Daydreaming about finally leaving the Royalty life, Loves proving himself right in arguments & talking to his siren friends
Dislikes: Being pushed around, Loudmouths, people doubting his abilities/strengths
~~~Description~~~
A Royal with a Mission!
Malachi Fotea is a prince who is Photios’ fiancé making him future Scaramuse royalty. Unfortunately, his engagement was cut short when The Book of Unity was stolen. If the book is not returned on time, Photios will be punished in Sullivan's place, stripped of his princely title, and forced to flee the kingdom. Although Malachi is unhappy about being forced to marry, Photios treated him more like a friend than a future lover, which made Malachi feel more at ease around him.
Malachi follows Sullivan to ensure that the special book is returned so that Photios cannot be banished from Scaramuse as well as returning his prince title. Sullivan is initially dissatisfied with having Malachi, a royal, aboard his ship, and the two frequently argue. The intriguing aspect of this is that Sullivan has a crush on Malachi, but he doesn't want his old friend's impending marriage to be ruined because of his feelings. So he purposely pushes him away, emphasizing that they are not allies. However, after witnessing Malachi's personality shine throughout the voyage, he gradually begins to break down his walls.
Despite his circumstances, Malachi couldn't help but be impressed by the pirate ship. For the longest time, the young man had wished to go out to sea and enjoy the scenery, but he was unable to do so due to his prince duties. It’s always been his dream to sail the seven seas with someone by his side.
But, being on the same ship as Sullivan might make Malachi reconsider coming aboard…just a tiny bit.
TRIVIA:
Malachi can talk to Sirens and is null to their trance like voices. This made him slowly become friends with the lovely creatures and he even decided to give them cute nicknames to remember them.
The poor prince always gets bombarded at RSA with students excited for his marriage. Although he puts on a smile and thanks them kindly, on the inside he just wishes for them to go away
Photios always talks to Malachi like an equal and even tease and jokes around with him like an old childhood friend. Which sometimes confuses the RSA students a lot who think of them as a cute couple.
Malachi often teases Sullivan calling him “errand boy” instead of captain whenever they voyage together. Sullivan outwardly protest the degrading name but on the inside he’s loving every bit of it.
Piraticus dorm should make a Conrad Overblot theme, and maybe take these for examples to come up with one?
Peaceful Shadows (Pentergeist)
(Original Prompt and Artwork via Piraticus Dorm)
Content warnings: Vehicle accident, parental death, dead-naming, angst??)
The Winter Festival. RSA had let out for the winter break; it was a fantastic feeling being home after this first semester being away. He had been bundled in his long coat and scarf alongside his mom, sharing similar shades of copper in their hair. The wool sweater he wore was a great tool for his decreasing dysphoria. His mom had been so quick to accepting Albert as the name of Her son, in lieu of his previous name. He could always count on Her being on top of that kind of thing. His father, notably absent from the holiday as usual, likely either forgot about the transition or wouldn’t bother putting it to memory. At least, that’s what Albert had assumed.
Altus, for all its brassy glow and warm lights across the city, still found pockets of snow collecting on street corners and sitting undisturbed in grass. It served as a nice backdrop for all the lights strung up across the city. Street vendors and shops stayed open well into the night. Why close when half of the traffic comes out once the sun sets to gander at the light displays?
He always trusted his Mother to drive. He wasn’t yet completely comfortable; she might have been a side-seat driver with the best of intentions, but he was definitely not yet confident driving in the cold slick. He remembers clearly what they were talking about: since his father, John, wasn’t able to make it for the holiday, it’d be a relaxed Celebration-eve. He quipped a small joke which made Her laugh. Her laughter distracted just enough to miss an oncoming light-runner. He gasped at the anticipated crash. His arm flew to the door, the other yanked to tighten the seat-belt. She cranked the steering wheel which sent the car spinning, skating in the ice towards the other car. A horn blared, as if it would have mattered. Headlights flashed across the dashboard only to retreat and return as the car spun. His skin prickled with adrenaline. Eyes slammed shut waiting for impact.
Once it came, and the car finally stilled, did he finally attempt to open his eyes. Glass, glass and twisted steel filled his doubling vision. The now broken horn blared, the smell of burning rubber and petrol assaulted his nose. His head throbbed, blood rushing to distribute adrenaline. His lap and chest ached, no doubt later he would be gifted a seat-belt shaped bruise. Safety bags had deployed and since deflated. Everything ached, from unclasping the seat-belt, to craning his head to see his Mother unconscious.
The rest was a blur. A whirlwind of lights from emergency vehicles, sirens blaring, questions hurled left and right.
“Where does it hurt? Do you know where you are? Can I have you lean back for me?”
His consciousness flickered in and out for what he would later learn was a couple of hours. In that time both She and he were sent to the hospital. He sustained only the aforementioned bruise along with a quickly-remedied dislocated shoulder. His Mother, on the other hand…
It had been 3 days. John finally found a reason to wrench himself from work. She had been in critical condition those 3 days, having taken the brunt of the impact. Albert hadn’t left Her side for anything outside of absolute necessity. He had just come back from grabbing water, supposedly his Father was supposed to keep watch. Instead, he had met him in the hallway, trying to mask a grave look on his face.
“Alic-Al. You seem tired. I’ll keep an eye here. I have things set up and I’ll call you if something changes.” He said. Not surprising he got his names mixed up.
“I’m fine. I still have a few days left for break. You probably have work to catch up on, anyway.”
“I can take time off for this. Go home and get some rest.”
It was more of an order than suggestion. Albert wanted to slap him, for bold-face lying to him after this. He knew he was going to make some Pie-crust Promise that She was going to be fine. A phone call to completely dash his hope. He knew it was coming, it had happened almost every night, like clockwork. And it was about time he woke up from this recurring nightmare. He could already feel the dark blanket of the waking world frame his sleeping visions.
He woke up with a sigh. 5:00AM. His alarm was for 5:30, but at this point he might as well have gotten up. This wasn’t a new phenomenon for Albert Eastwind, Pentergeist Dorm Leader, and ‘Practically Perfect’ student. Nightmares have been his companion since the crash, and with it has come the baggage of dread it fills him when it’s time for sleep. There’s a crashing weightlessness that jostles him back into the side seat of that car, when his eyes close. Until transferring to Night Raven College, he didn’t realize that mind-compelling magic had a similar effect. He hated it. A professional would say dreaming so quickly is the body’s attempt to recapture lost sleep, but then, Albert wasn’t a professional. All he understood is that Sleep brought Nightmares, and Nightmares brought back memories. He wanted to ‘get over’ all of it, it hurt too much. It made him overthinking, controlling, paranoid.
As he dressed, he tried shaking the last flecks of the nightmare from his mind. It was enough to occupy him instead of noticing a dark green glow under his pillow.
“Well, Time to start the day.”
⛺ yeets Piraticus at you
⚔️GYAHAHAHA YES ENEMY DORMS @piraticusdorm ⚔️
Piraticus? Aren’t they just low class thieves?
Well, that’s all Caldera considers them as, anyways. Many students complained about the “lowly” dorm to both their leader and friends! (They would try the Headmaster, but Crowley always avoids answering them.)
During school events such as Bean Day, I imagine both dorms would target each other first.
Meet the ... unspecified being ‘Neverland’
he’s actually been around in the background of things for months cause @piraticusdorm and some others have known him on discord but finally got him drawn up with a proper uniform and everything
The Banes of Neromar and Piraticus’ existence– The Shrimp Squad
I love these little gremlins with all my heart and may they thrive in their endeavors of raving so hard they sink ships and storming their enemies in swarms of hundreds.
General Info
The ages and names of these pesky squat shrimp merfolk are unknown but their small stature and simple mindset should not be underestimated.
While they are helpful at picking algae and edible debris off of ships, when they gather in large groups the potential of a ship flipping over rises. .
The shrimp squad’s motives are sweet and simple: to dance and eat.
They lack the ability to speak full sentences as they communicate via wiggling motions/dances.
These merfolk are one of the least confrontational in the deep. At the first sign of danger, they scatter and vanish into the water. However that does not mean they aren’t capable when against a foe they can outnumber. There have been accounts of small pirate crews having their ships overtaken by a united force of hundreds.
School/Dorm Info
The shrimp squad doesn’t attend NRC or RSA. They simply exist and thrive in the oceans
They often conglomerate in large groups in dozens on the stagnant Piraticus ships while they stick to smaller groups on Neromar dorm’s ship.
Arsenio may or may not be responsible for their recent large-scale migrations to Piraticus…
They enjoy their symbiotic relation with a particular crocodile, cleaning him off at times and receiving protection in exchange. They do the same with students of Neromar. In a way its helpful!
Occasionally you will find one or two wandering around NRC on accident. If that occurs, please simply guide them back to either Neromar or Piraticus Dorm’s mirror…
Fun Facts
There are a main four that appear on land often. Hector has nicknamed them “Things 1 Through 4″.
Their diet consists of marine plants and small animals. They will even eat dead remains without concern. Tasty.
Johnny has figured out a way to bribe them (hint: it involves popsicles made of clam and seaweed)
The shrimps respond to all pronouns, they simply do not mind or care it seems. Its not like the students can really tell either way