Today's disabled character of the day is Master Erick from Stolen Magic, who walks with a limp
Requested by Anon
[Image Description: Cover of the book Stolen Magic. It depicts two people holding lanterns. The one in front is a girl with black eyes and hair. She has a light skin tone and is smiling. She is wearing a white dress, red robe with the hood down, and a red ribbon in her head. Behind her is a man with short brown hair and a light skin tone. He is wearing a black suit top, white undershirt, black pants, red scarf, and a black robe with the hod down. He is partially behind a tree. White energy is flowing around them. The title is writing in white at the top.]
I am very slowly forgetting all of my AUs that exist so I'm going to make this so I don't! If I forget any of them let me know so I can add them!
Tiny Bench Trio AU-
Tommy, Ranboo, and Tubbo are borrowers that live in the syndicate castle and slowly get adopted over time by the humans Eret, Wilbur, Niki, Sam, Philza, Puffy, and Techno!
The Borrower and the Monsters-
Borrower Tommy moves into the house of three hybrids and does his best to not get eat, later getting adopted by Philza, Wilbur, and Techno
Chaotic Raccoon-
Tommy has the ability to size shift and turn into a raccoon and causes problems on purpose and also makes friends with Tubbo
Old Friend Soulmate AU-
Borrower Tubbo finds out that he has a platonic soulmate name Tommy who turns out to be a human! Later they both find out they also have a second platonic soulmate named Ranbo o who is a size-shifter!
Stolen Magic-
Wilbur is a well-renowned a sorcerer who goes out to find some borrowers and steal their magic to use for some special potions but mysteriously gets shrunk down and befriends a young borrower named Tommy, I wonder if we'll get the good end or the bad end in the story?
A New World To Save-
Borrower Tommy gains the ability to size shift and starts going out on vigilante mission with his two friends Ranboo and Tubbo, let's just hope nothing bad happens...
An Unfair Hunt-
The borrower colony L'Manberg becomes an extreme danger once three humans appear in the forest they live in and start chasing them around and try to catch them almost like it's a game
Birdza And The Baby Birds-
Philza finds borrower Tommy, Ranboo, and Tubbo and just goes into bird mode and adopts all three of them into his family! Techno and Wilbur just try to vibe with their new tiny siblings
The Giant Gladiator-
Giant Techno is forced to fight in a arena for the humans that kidnapped him from his home entertainment but one day he is told to fight and kill a young human named Tommy, he chooses to spare the child and keeps him as a close friend and slowly starts playing a way to escape with the kid
Home Alone But With Borrowers-
Borrower Dream, George, Sapnap, Karl, and Quackity find out that one of the kids that belongs to the human family they borrow from was left behind during there Christmas vacation and all decide to work together to take care of the kid and stop some home Intruders!
Wilbur Soot the good scientist-
Wilbur is put in charge of starting a new species call The Borrowers but instead does his best to protect the borrower so they don't get injured, this becomes difficult once Dream joins the experiments
The Royal Garden
Borrower Wilbur, Jack, Ponk, Karl, Quackity, Tubbo, and Tommy all live in the old oak tree in the garden of the castle- usually it's against the rules to make friends with humans but that's not stopping this group of Borrowers!
The Golem's Guardian
Skeppy goes on a dangerous adventure to save some gam golems and Bad and Techno decide to join him cuz they have literally nothing else to do!
The Reverse Exterminator
Tommy has always found how borrowers are treated extremely unfair and uses the fact that his brothers are exterminator to go to houses early and get borrowers out before their hurt or worse, now he has the problem that there's a mini Colony living up in his attic that for some strange reason won't leave
"Neither. He lives with his steward and his steward's son," and we're both in agreement that they're gay right? Like we both know that's not a heterosexual roommates arrangement yeah? Just making sure-
Oh I forgot about this line, and that is so not heterosexual
It was a couple of years before magic found its way back into Raidon’s life. Learning to live without it had been hard at first. Just doing simple things again was so much harder now. His brothers had been suspicious of the fact he was hanging out with them again instead of his snobby friends. His stepfather had found him a part-time job to help pay his portion of the rent. Slowly, he settled back into being what he had always been destined to be. A man from the streets.
Scars covered his knuckles from fights, he kept his head shaved and got a few tattoos. He smoked and drank with the rest of the lads. Most nights he could get away with being bi rather than gay, though the fuckers never stopped teasing him. Anyone who got too aggressive about it met the end of his and his brother’s fists. Hence the scars.
He finished school, scrapping enough passing grades to get into college. He took one day at a time. He never quite forgot about magic. It would be impossible to do that. The feel of energy at his fingertips, sparking with power. He dreamt about it from time to time. Kept a silver knife under his pillow and a line of salt above his door and window. Monsters were unlikely to come here down with no trace of power in him but somethings stuck with you. No one questioned the malachite necklace he wore or his habit of knocking on a doorframe three times while entering a house.
He was theirs.
“Rai, bruv,” An arm wrapped over his shoulders and tugged him close into a stench of booze and weed. “We got a tourist interested in you. Watch your back, fam,” a warning came, from Omar. His cousin gave him one last jostle before disappearing back into the crowded club of people. People parting as the bloke went.
Raidon blinked, a touch tipsy and full of nicotine. Omar usually stuck away from him. Didn’t like people remembering they were family. He stumped his fag out before heading to where his mates were eyeing up birds. A few were even good lookers. The rest were skets the lot of them. A glass too much wine in them and they’d hump anything that moved. Not that his mates were much better so maybe it was a match made in heaven.
“You heard anything about this tourist?” he asked, leaning against the bar with them. One of the skets was starting to show her pole-dancing skills. Maybe sober she had them, in this state, she was making a show of herself.
“Posh twat. Says his t’s and everyting,” Stuart shrugged, eyes on one lass who was a little more put together than the rest. Still very much the local gal, dyed blonde hair, fake tan wearing leggings and a crop top. Definitely one of theirs, but she was holding back from the mad hatters who were starting to rage at the bouncers coming to kick their skinny arses out. Some of the others were yelling encouragements.
“Posh twat, eh?” Raidon frowned. “I’m gonna skip,” he decided, punching Stuart in the shoulder. “Go get her before she gets kicked out with her mates,”
Stuart flushed and Raidon dodged his own punch before heading out. Keeping his jacket at his ears and eyes peeled. There weren’t any posh twats he knew. Not seen the magic stuff. This wasn’t the kinda place tourists typically came. There was always some group who stumbled in on a hen night or stag do but in general, this was the local. If someone was asking for him, someone was hunting him.
“Rai,” another arm over his shoulders, this time his brother. “You packing tonight?”
“Na, came straight from work,”
“Waste man,”
“Tosser,” Raidon shot back, trying to yank out of Vincent’s hold but he didn’t let go. “Vin,” he growled. Vincent was just as bad as half his friends when it came to him. He hadn’t managed to put on much muscle unlike most of them. When trouble came sniffing, he was one of the first to get yanked into the back. Didn’t seem to matter how often he joined in a brawl, if someone was looking for him they made him disappear. “Stu said it was some posh twat. I doubt their packing either.” At least, not in the way that Vin was suggesting.
“Blud, quit being a twat. You know the fuck boi?” Vincent asked, the two continue to walk out the door. The bouncer was still in a yelling match with the drunk sket who had been pole dancing. Her arse was hanging out of her dress and Raidon could feel bile rising in his throat.
“No clue,” Raidon grimaced. “Not many of that crowd would be seen dead ‘round here. Not like they kept in touch either.”
“Shove on then. Some of Chappell’s pricks have been acting like big men uptown ting,”
“I ain’t no pussy,” Raidon should be. If the big men were packing magic, that wasn’t anything he could stop. Yet there was a big part of him that was still fuming at that entire crew for abandoning him. Edric had ripped his powers from him but they had left him out to dry. Hadn’t even checked in on him, the wankers. If someone was here, Raidon’s fist was going to met their skull as soon as he saw them. “They want to try?” he squared his shoulder’s ready to go.
“Shut up, Rai. You’re forcing it again,” Vincent slapped the back of his head. “You got into Uni, fam. Don’t mess that up now by being a mad man. Go home, Rai,”
The growl that rumbled up from Raidon came from his chest. He turned and stomped off, Vincent yelling something about this being for his own good. He cracked his knuckles, rolled his shoulders and stormed through the streets. Never should have applied for uni. Got in, possibly thanks to those connections a few years back and now everyone was hoping he’d get out of this shithole and make something of himself. Only he’d had that chance before and blew it by trusting the wrong person. Who was to say he wasn’t going to do it again.
A whisper of something in his ear. A chill down his spine. Hints of something he’d almost forgotten. Raidon froze in the street. Turning he found no one. Just an empty street with flickering street lights and the sound of some dog barking in the night.
“While I appreciate you didn’t do this in the club, this ain’t the time either,” Raidon offered, keeping his voice low and rough. He wasn’t completely sure this weren’t no roadman playing tricks. If it was a mage, they wouldn’t enjoy the slang, or possibly even understand it. Unless Chappell’s men had been teaching it.
“I don’t know,” a soft a cultured voice purred into his ear. “I think this is an excellent time to talk to an old friend.”
“Allen, you fucker,” Raidon turned and hugged the man tight. The mage let him, hands not quite hugging back but more from lack of experience than anything else. Raidon mentally shrugged as he remembered the mages didn’t tend to hug. “Why the hell are you down this way?”
“Got put on an assignment to hunt down someone selling dark energy as a drug,” Allen smiled at him uncertainly. “I saw you.”
“Dark energy?” Raidon frowned, remembering clearly what that was but none of the side effects had been creeping around that way. Not that he’d tell Allen that. Mage was a fed, former friend or not and there were reasons why he was a former friend. “Nothing like that in this end, blud. Best try the next borough.”
“Blud?” Allen looked at him unimpressed with his language.
“Al,” Raidon mirrored the look with a hint of mocking to his body language. “I’ve been stuck here for four years ever since Edric pulled that trick. If I didn’t want to get shanked for being gay, I had to blend in. That includes learning the slang and walking the walk. Now was there something else you wanted to say to me?”
“I guess not,” Allen’s look of disapproval shifted to one of hesitation. “I don’t suppose I could crash at yours tonight? They didn’t have a place prepared for me and well...” Allen looked down the street with the distinct look of someone out of their depth. Raidon almost felt sorry for him.
“I doubt it,” Raidon shrugged. “You’re a fed, right? My fam ain’t going to want that in their home. Brings trouble round here, you get me?”
“Please,”
Raidon sighed. So much for punching the living daylights out of the first mage he saw.
Carbuncle had been in her Fennec fox form when she had been caught in a cage. She had been smoked and feel asleep. Next thing she knew, her eyes felt heavy and she felt numb. She had to force her eyes open, they opened very slowly and her eyes took a while to adjust to the dim light.
She saw she had wires in her and was strapped on a table in a hospital gown, she looked over to her left to see an odd looking species on the table. She felt weak, she couldn’t transform into human form at all. She then knew what the machines they were hooked up to were doing, they were draining the magic out of them So how was she supposed to get out of this situation?
“You, I need you to open your eyes. I need your help. We are both in danger” she said telepathically in his mind
"IT switched register from line to line, soprano to bass and back, confounding Elodie yet again as to ITs gender. Someday, she swore silently, I will find out."
Lmaooo yeah good luck with that
Meenore’s weird singing my beloved, IT’s really doing to utmost to confuse everyone and I respect that.
Spamming you regardless of whether you actually want to hear me screaming about Meenore lmao
Ursa-Bee: Sir- M-Mistress-Masteress-
Meenore: Yes, Masteress. That is the correct appellation.
Characters who hate gendered titles supremacy am I right
One time I played a game with the option to just have everyone be confused about how to address your character and I think about that every time someone tries to guess what Meenore’s title is.
