#swizard writings

[sopping-wet-cat-wizard]

"Would you love me if I was a Wormias?"

"I hate you."

"If anything, you being a Wormias would make him your leader."

"...what the fuck are you guys yapping about?"

[sopping-wet-cat-wizard]

Vernias is the best kisser. The guys all agree, even if Nick's pride is hurt a bit.

However, when Brent's voted the best at cuddling, Vernias nearly loses his mind.

"What do you mean I try too hard?! You voted the tryhard the best one!"

[sopping-wet-cat-wizard]

4 dorks and the differences in their kisses!

(source) (@pen--anon)

In no particular order, snippets of each pair kissing!

💜sophvern🩷

As Sophist shuffled around the corner, he froze the moment he saw Vernias clutching the letter the older one had written. Where the hell did he find that?!

"Vern, you weren't supposed to—"

In the time it took the words to leave Sophist's mouth, Vernias had already crossed the room and practically tackled the other, pressing a strong yet chaste kiss against his lips. "I like you too!" he beamed.

🧡tcvern3🩷

"Nick! Stop putting my stuff on the top shelf!" Vernias yelled at the other man in the kitchen.

Nick snickered. "Or what? You gonna come up here?"

In an instant, Vern whipped around, yanked Nick down by the front of his shirt, and planted a frustrated kiss right smack against his lips. "Or I'll drag you down where you belong!" he nearly yelled after pulling away.

🧡tcking3💚

"Dammit, Brent! I'm trying to say I have feelings for you!" Nick practically screamed across the room, causing the other's eyes to widen.

"Oh." Curiously, Brent approaches Nick with an unreadable expression. Only after Nick registers a warmth on his cheek and Brent's face pulling back does he realize he's been kissed. "That's good."

🧡tcsoph3💜

Sophist couldn't help but smirk as Nick looked like he wanted to murder the other. "Honestly, Nick, I was just trying to have a friendly debate over whether water was wet, and you're not even—"

The words swiftly cut as Sophist found himself with his back pressed against the wall and Nick's lips smashed against his own, knocking all of the words out of his head.

Only when Nick pulled away did Sophist remember how to open his eyes. He was greeted with the sight of an irritated Nick. "Shut the fuck up, Eevee."

💚king of soph💜

"Eevee?"

"Yeah?"

"Have you ever kissed someone?"

"No. Why?"

"Me either. Everyone says it's good, though. Can I see?"

The two spend the next minute kissing. Sophist spends the five minutes after seeing stars while Brent brushes his teeth casually.

💚king of vern🩷

After Vernias finishes wrapping the wound, he nods approvingly at his own work. "Now, make sure not to get it wet, and tell me if it starts bleeding though, again."

Brent nods along with Vernias words. "Thanks for that. Anything else?"

Vernias pecks the injured hand with his lips before nodding approvingly once more. "That should do it."

Brent laughs. "Thanks, nurse Vernias."

[sopping-wet-cat-wizard]

So, follow me on this one: Noah summoning Sophist as a last resort.

Inspired by "Monster" from Epic the Musical.

Just imagine Noah visiting Brent and his kingdom only to find it under siege. He immediately rushes straight for the castle to check on his friend.

He sees Brent fighting off intruders left and right, cutting them down as fast as he can manage, but he's still incredibly outnumbered. And Noah's just standing there in shock, unable to move.

Only when Brent finally goes down does he snap out of it and try to defend his friend, but he's quickly forced back with no means to defend himself. He's not a fighter like Brent, so he's got nothing.

Well, not nothing. He has one thing.

A mask he swore he'd never don. A mask he only knows as something powerful that comes with a cost. But right now, he's willing to pay any price to save his friend.

And it's when he presses it to his face that all hell truly breaks loose...and then the fun begins.

[sopping-wet-cat-wizard]

How Nick found himself at karaoke bar on a Saturday night instead of being out with a date, he’ll never know. And no, being out with Sophist didn’t count. If anything, this was the opposite of a date. But the drummer was insistent he’d found new talent to join their band, and so here he was in some bar he’d never been in on a side of town that made his hair stand on end no matter how much he squared his shoulders or puffed his chest out.

[sopping-wet-cat-wizard]

Eyes...Open? (WOTC)

(Alternate title: Brent's mom has the chance to do the funniest thing ever /ref) Why am I the way that I am?

A what-if scenario if things had gone just a little bit different.

The mustard yellow-haired man strode across the room, arrogance and self-importance practically permeating from him as all eyes followed him across the floor of the court. "My lady, he seeks to weaken our forces by stripping us of the very resources that allow us to keep the peace! Surely, you've heard talk of a rebellion? If their 'society' forms, our peace is all but lost!" He turned and made a grand gesture towards the other nobles. "My fellow members of the court, surely you—"

"Enough. I have reached my decision." The Queen of Skill's voice cut through him, stopping his speech short. "It is clear that action must be taken to ensure the safety of the kingdom and its people."

Brent gripped the arm of his chair. Surely, his mother wouldn't, right? Not after the service his family has done for the crown. Even with the council breathing down their neck, even as smug looks one by one seemed to stare down at Eevee.

He felt a hand steady his back, nearly jolting him. Beside him, Bertrand stared ahead, glaring down at the purple dagger that laid on the evidence table.

And so, Brent straightened up. When he did, he felt the hand on his back fall.

"Eevee, Marquis of Ylia, you are hereby found guilty of high treason and regicide. You shall be stripped of your lands, your status, and your title." The Queen's authority echoed within the court, though Brent could tell she was hesitant, as if she were choosing her words carefully rather than effortlessly recounting lines from the part the council wanted the royal family so desperately to play.

"Furthermore, you shall be sentenced to indentured servitude of the royal family."

The council was in uproar.

"He must be made an example of!"

"The crown will be in danger!"

Above all, the mustard man held an expression that seemed like he'd been slighted. "My queen, surely, you can see the dangers of allowing this...traitor, to run free, yes? And within your halls, no less!"

Brent watched as his mother schooled her expression with practiced ease. "I do, councilor. I also recognize the greater threat of a rebellion which I was unaware of prior to this court session."

The man visibly flinched. The rest of the council paused, visibly growing uncomfortable.

A silence pierced the courtroom. The Queen stared down at the man who was previously practically prancing around the court room. She simply waited, unfazed and undeterred.

Brent could tell something was off with his mother. Was she almost...smirking?

When no interruption or contradiction was presented, the Queen resumed. "To leave these lands with no ruler would be reckless at best. Do you agree, councilor?"

As if on cue, the smirk once again returned to the arrogant man's face. "Of course, my queen. One with experience with the system should keep a close eye on the territory." Slowly, he began to approach her stand.

"Very well. I shall leave this territory in the hands of my younger son, the Prince of the Kingdom of Skill."

Brent's eyebrows shot up. Even from here, he could see Eevee's expression matched his own. The man's smirk had faltered once more. Brent could tell the man was about to interject, but his mother cut in once more.

"Unless, of course, you believe him to be too inexperienced. In which case, I would not be opposed to leaving the territory in the hands of the current heir to the throne."

Oh. So this was what his mother was planning.

His brother spoke up. "I hold no qualms over governing the territory. I am sure that I could reach a peaceful agreement through whatever means necessary."

Judging from the slight tremble the man now held, Brent didn't have to look over to know his brother was now staring at the man as well. A piercing gaze from his mom and his brother? A death sentence may have been gentler at that point.

Brent did end up having to cover a smile with a cough as he saw Eevee grinning as the mustard-haired man began to sweat.

The man quickly picked up on the grin and turned on a heel, trying to make up ground in the conversation. "You! Your vileness knows no bounds! To have bewitched those in power is dastardly!"

Oh, that's a mistake.

The queen rose from her seat. "Might I remind you, councilor, that this room is posted with mages trained to detect any trace of magic, both inside and out of this court? A suggestion that several of your fellow councilmen issued due to the nature of this trial."

Eevee looked around, seeming to be contemplating something. Brent gave him a hard stare, which seemed to make the other sheepish.

Oh, shit. He should probably say something.

Brent stood. "As the second in line, I accept the responsibility of handling the territory. I will do my best to uphold peace within the kingdom. I will also see to it that the accused receives just punishment and spends the remainder of his days atoning for his crimes."

At least until his brother's in charge, anyways. They may not always see eye to eye, but they both know Eevee is innocent. His brother's always had a strong sense of justice. Perfect for the next king.

His mother turned to him and nodded. "Well said. Guards, bring him to the servants' quarters. This court is adjourned."

The council was in uproar once more, but Brent whirled out of his chair the minute he could. He paused to look back, but when his brother gave him a nod, he continued bolting down the halls.

--

Now, Brent would be lying if he said he was familiar with the servants' quarters. However, he'd know that mess of curls and those piercing gray-green eyes anywhere. It almost seemed wrong to be missing his signature purple.

The guards seemed to be giving him a hard time, dangling something before him. A brooch?

Oh, fuck no. Absolutely not.

Brent made his steps known as he stepped towards the three. The guards immediately straightened up, one hiding the brooch behind their back.

"Your orders were to escort him to the servants' chambers. Nothing more." Brent's voice rang out in anger disguised as authority.

"W-We were simply striping him of items that would remind him of his status, sir!"

"Then you would do well to ensure those items end up in the hands of the one who has taken over his status." He stared them down. "Present it. Now. Or do you wish to join him?"

"N-No, sir!" The one who held the brooch immediately knelt down and presented it. "Here you are, sir!"

Brent snatched it from the guard. "See to it the rest of his wares and materials are transferred to my chambers. I will decide their importance myself."

"Y-Yes, sir!" With that, the two guards scurried away.

The moment they were out of sight, Brent pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. He turned to Eevee, but felt friendly arms around him before he could speak.

"Ah, my prince! Here to save me."

Brent wanted to laugh, to pretend everything was alright, but he shrugged off the hug. "This is serious, Eevee. You're not out of the woods, yet."

His friend slumped on a bench and looked up at him with a sad smile. "I know, Brent. I know I'm going to be watched and I've lost a lot, but..." The smile shifted into something more genuine. "...I get to see you."

Fuck, did that hurt? Was that a good feeling? Brent almost felt like crying from those words. It confused him.

He turned away. "I'm serious, Eevee. This isn't going to be a vacation. This is...your life, now." Guilt, he was familiar with. He knew that emotion. "The head maid will teach you everything you need to know. You'll be under heavy surveillance, and there's a strong chance you'll be an outcast, even amongst the other servants."

"But...you'll be here, right?" Eevee looked back up at Brent with something unreadable in his eyes. "I mean, you have to be here, I guess, since it's your castle. Well, I guess not your castle, but this is your kingdom. Well, your mother's kingdom, now, and eventually, your brother's—"

Brent took a deep breath as he let the words his friend spoke fade into a comforting sound. It was far from perfect circumstances, but...

Eevee was here. He was safe.

There was a lot they were going to have to navigate, boundaries they would have to instill and rules that would have to be enforced, but for now...

Brent clutched the brooch in his hand, holding it against his chest. "I can't give this back, but I can promise to keep it safe."

The words stopped Eevee's ramblings in his tracks. An unreadable expression crossed his face again. Was it surprise? No, something softer, something almost...fond.

Brent allowed the feeling of warmth to settle on his heart as he stared back at his friend, mirroring a small smile. Now, all he could do was hope with all of his heart that Eevee understood the truth of his words.

I can't give you back your life, but I can promise to keep you safe.

[sopping-wet-cat-wizard]

“And Sophist, tell me, why the fuck were you looking for our new singer in a gay bar?”

“Not all karaoke bars are gay bars, Nick. That’s pretty insensitive of you.”

“This is a gay karaoke bar, you moron.”

[sopping-wet-cat-wizard]

(source)

I am still not over this.

@ali11125 your 🐦‍⬛ anon bit me in the feels. @epicxpartycrashersblog take this!

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"You can't be serious."

Brent finished tying the rope before he turned to his second-in-command. "It's our best bet at calming the storm. If the wind god really is up there, then perhaps a good show of faith could aid our journey."

"Are you insane?!" Nick stabbed the side of the ship with a dagger, causing it to get stuck. In a huff, he left it and fully turned his attention to their captain. "You think a god cares about our fleet? They're self-centered, self-serving! What if you get killed? Or worse, toyed with and held captive for the rest of your life? And what about us?"

Brent offered him a reassuring smile. "We've made it this far. Survived everything the gods have thrown at us, and we're almost home."

Nick slammed his knife further into the wood, causing a few heads to turn. "Dammit, Brent! This is too dangerous!" He took a step closer to the captain. "And can you really stand there and look me in the eye and say we've all survived?"

Brent stiffened. The ship seemed to have hushed, watching the pair. Brent took a quick sweep with his eyes before straightening up and schooling his expression. "Nick, we'll be alright, really. I know how critical this is. I would never do something that would endanger our crew. I know tensions are high, but we're so close to the end of our journey. We're practically almost home."

Nick moved even closer, not faltering in the slightest. He leaned in, nearly whispering with a muted fury. "He didn't make it home, Brent. And he never will."

Brent took a deep breath. Not out here, they don't. "Come on, Nick, let's discuss options in the hull. Perhaps we can come to an agreement." Nick followed behind his captain, scoffing but listening all the same.

When the door closed, however, Brent snapped his attention back with a sudden sharpness. "You need to stop."

Nick scoffed, ready with a rebuttal. "Listen, you—"

"No, you listen. Now." Brent stepped forward. "If you pull that shit in front of the crew again, you're going to get every one killed. Swallow your emotions and do what you're supposed to. You're second in command. Act like it."

Nick's eyes widened. This wasn't the captain he was speaking to anymore; this was his king.

Brent continued, taking another step forward. "No arguments. No disagreements. No dissidence. Or it'll be their blood on your hands." His stare could've pierced Nick further than his sharpest blade, causing Nick to step back. "Understood?"

On command, Nick found his voice. "Yes, captain. I understand." He turned away bitterly, holding his tongue.

The king nodded. "Good." With that, Brent began to go over emergency plans for precautions to take for when he was on the floating island.