#space witch mark

[themarginalthinker]

Void above and Earth below

red and blue and all between.

How I long to see you so

my love; oh, what could have been.

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Would space witch Mark believe in astrology and horoscopes is my real question. Thoughts? @Mod Ruble

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What is 'green witch' mean?

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WAnon……oh, I weep for you. You’re not ready. We’ve been sitting o this au since about this time last year. We…we might not be ready…

BUT HERE WE GO OMG MOD RUBLE AND I HAVE LITERALLY MADE EACH OTHER CRY WITH THE FEELS FROM THIS AU AHAHA

So sit back. Grab a drink. Turn on some soothing high fantasy music…and Let Me Tell You About the Spaceplant au. 

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So, once upon a time in a land not o unlike this one, when, in the words of Tolkien, “this ancient world was not quite so ancient”, there are people. And some of these people…are a little different. They have powers, can See what others cannot, Feel and Speak and Feel what others cannot. These people are what we could call…witches. Or at least, that’s what everyone else calls them, and the term just stuck. 

Jack is a witch. He’s what one would call a green witch. His powers encompass a range of abilities in varying strengths, all of which have a lean in controlling, ‘speaking’ to, and in theme with plants. Hence the ‘green’ part of his title. He lives in the middle of a forest in a valley, a good bit away from any villages, preferring the company of the trees and woods to people. His only companion is his black, one-eyed cat Sam (she’s a girl in this au). However, though he is regarded by the nearest towns as some mix of legend, spook, and local forest monster, he is still sought out from time to time as a desperate last-chance healer. 

The story begins when some children are thrown into a very desperate situation indeed when their elder sister and sole guardian falls ill to the poisonous pollen of the Blackmoon flower and realize that as magic has caused this malady, magic can be the only cure. And it is. So, packing up whatever they think they can pay a witch with enough to cure their ailing sister, they venture into the deep green woods. 

Jack finds them, the trees and groves never hiding anything which comes and goes between their limbs, and he accepts their payment - though he would have accepted whether they payed or not, obv because this is Jack after all. Good dude - and he sets off to find the ingredients necessary to make the antidote to the Blackmoon flower pollen. 

However, it’s noted that he must make haste as time runs thin. Per the Blackmoon flower’s effects, Jack only has until the next new moon until the sister is lost forever. 

Jack travels, and soon comes upon high, rocky mountains. Just where he needed to go though, as those tall moors and meadows hold the plants necessary to create the antidote. Starshine buds. 

But he is no longer alone. -Mod Thinker

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Atop the mountain is another man, another witch. He is one in tune with the stars and skies above. Mark is a space witch, not meaning he's from space. He is able to control the light that comes from stars, the moon, he's able to control clouds but he isn't able to control light from the sun. He also has the ability to create effects similar to the northern lights. His comfort lies in the stars above and the wonder of space, what may be out there. 

 Villagers named him the space witch, and not simply for his powershowever. In a time long ago, a time before the green witch even lived the space witch caused a mass chaos. Blotting out the sun, the stars and moon. All light covered by the massive wings of his form. The people’s scorn by his great fire. Many lives lost until he was taken down by a collection of great witches, brought together to put down this great menace. 

 A curse was place on him with his life tied to the sun. That he shall live as long as it burns bright. Forced to watch loved ones pass, the world change and be molded without him. With this in mind he’s banished himself to the mountain tops. To never be with another person so long so he shall live. 

 Even so, it never stopped travelers from coming up every now and again. Seeing if the legends are true and easily being scared back by the roar of suns. But this time it was different. A man came not in the way of seeking truths, but to simply get what he needed and leave. In hearing the reason why he found himself compelled to reluctantly help.

 Mark finally found purpose in ages… But can he help himself from starting up a friendship with his curse still in mind? -Mod Ruble

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How Many Souls Can You Fit In A Bottle

As he observes the stars above him, surrounding him, in his heart and in his mind, Mark knows things. 

He knows he knows them..

and yet. 

And yet, he recalls a time when the sun shone across the land a beacon welcoming the dawn, and the moon’s bright silver cast the woods and world in peace and dusk, there were no...words. ‘Ere the sun rises, ‘ere the moon sets’, they’d say. But...he’d know. Mark heard the whispers of the dreams of distant stars, and know...

but still, there would be no words. Nothing a human could ever possibly fit into the short, ungainly letters of  the mortal living. Jack tried to understand - and in a way, he did. Equally, how could his little green witch articulate exactly the feeling of raw life crawling through his veins, or the endless, wordless, song-of-a-thousand-voices the whole planet hummed about him in every root and every tree crown? 

So Mark’d watch his skies, and heed their warnings, and dreamed of their darkest, lightless corners that frightened him deeper then his bones, and would go on knowing the things he couldn’t know. 

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Photography could never capture it, and in many ways, Mark was almost glad it didn’t. Where once resided the howling loneliness of one small man in a very large world, there he was now. One small man...in a world that seemed to grow ever-more crowded. But there was space up there though...pardon the pun. 

Mark sat on a park bench, the air around him growing cold and nipping irritability at his exposed cheeks and ears. Fall was never Sean’s favorite time of the year - he never said so, but Mark could see it in his eyes as he walked under the stripped trees and across brittle grey grass. 

He wasn’t the sort to dwell, at least. 

Mark...ah. He man leaned back, gazing up and up with eyes as dark as the space between galaxies...knowing. Knowing and uncomprehending. He now knew the Earth moved about the sun, and the moon moved about the Earth, and somethings that had painted the inside of his mind in colors no man had seen were now emblazoned as common knowledge for the smallest child. 

Mark would live as long as the sun burned bright. Some things would not always be a mystery, unknowable truth. 

But the skies are endless, and the stars innumerable. 

Mark smiles, and Knows.