the mischievous mage

Skylar Hammond. 30 years old. Mage. (Sometimes) Tracked: themageofmany Muse Face Claim: Hayden Panettiere Accepting: NSFW (mun is 21+), OCs, random plots, all fandoms, crossovers. Selective. Multiship and multi-thread.

[themageofmany]

Alright, I feel like I can start managing some interaction now that spring is coming up! I have a full time job and a hobby that takes up a lot of time so I will be here as much as possible outside of that.

Skylar Hammond is an OC I’ve been writing for over a decade. I have lots of rp experience with all genres and formats. I will rp with canon and OC characters set in the fandoms listed below.

I have knowledge of/will write for the following fandoms:

Bleach

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure

Trigun

Demon Slayer (anime only)

Resident Evil

Final Fantasy (IX, VII franchise, XV)

Many others upon request!

I am very open to writing tons of stuff!! Please DM me if you’re interested in plotting or send me a meme and we can work something out! :)

[themageofmany]

(Watched RE9, had some inspo)

"Been a long time, hasn't it?" she spoke as she walked up behind him. He didn't need to turn; he knew who it was by the pace of her footsteps.

"Don't you have anywhere else to be?" Leon asked flatly, though amusement tickled his tone.

"Not until four." she chuckled. The pair stared up at the sign: Raccoon Police Department. The building was in shambles, and Skylar secretly feared that if they entered they would be crushed by falling ceilings. Just her luck. "I saw your old car at the gas station on the way in. Glad you upgraded, that thing was a piece of shit."

Leon snorted as he pushed open the door, holding it open for Skylar to step inside.

"God I remember this place...remember when you had to arrest me for trespassing? Good times."

"You and I remember that very differently." Leon rummaged through a few drawers looking for clues as to where Grace could have been taken to. "You complained the whole time, and then sent several vaguely threatening letters after you got out."

"Well yeah, obviously." She moved throughout the atrium, gun drawn and ready for the undoubtedly next Big Bad to make their appearance. "I'm a citizen, it's my right. This place is clear so far, by the way." She turned to him then, taking him in. Leon had matured over the years, stubble going grey and biceps somehow getting bigger. She'd have to ask about his routine. "Hey Leon?"

"Hm?" he hummed, looking up. His eyes were the same though, piercing through her. Looking as if he hadn't aged a day. She was lost in them, getting lost in all the memories their shared; a lifetime.

"Are you okay?"

He paused, eyes searching for her intentions before softening slightly. "Just dandy. You?"

"Ready to get outta here."

[goldendivinewrath]

@themageofmany

The expression on Vash's face flattened into something a bit more serious as he simply listened. Footsteps behind them were still too soft to worry about, but too obvious not to prickle at his instincts. There remained a distinct possibility that it was innocent, and of all people who understood how quickly a mistake could turn into death, he didn't want to take any action until he was sure. Even then--

He was an idiot for wanting to talk first, fine. And sounded like an idiot most of the time he was talking. But it had saved lives more times than knee-jerk actions had. Still... it did pay to be careful, and he did have someone else with him. Someone who'd already been rescued before.

It's such a quick, subtle motion, a little flick of his wrist, that most people would miss it; but he's making sure to telegraph it to Skylar, so let her know that he'd just unsnapped the strap on his holster, that his gun is that much easier for him to reach for even if it might increase his speed by he most minuscule fraction of a second. it's not about that, it's about the reassurance. About making sure she knows there's not a threat yet but there could be. Be ready.

Vash listens for the telltale sounds of metal sliding from leather, of a click, of too many things being adjusted all at once even as he's smiling pleasantly. "A bar and a place to sleep, I think. With showers! Wouldn't that be nice?"

[themageofmany]

@goldendivinewrath

"Who was that guy with the cross anyway?" She asked herself softly, remembering almost having to crane her neck to look him in the eye. That wasn't unusual for her travelling with Vash though; she'd wind up with a massive kink in her neck before long.

She saw the movement, the preparation. Despite the fact she knew he wasn't the type to shoot first and ask questions later (actually, he seemed to do a lot of asking questions before any shooting), she was confident in the fact she would be safe with him.

Her own firearm stayed put under her cloak, loaded and ready, but she didn't feel the need to reach for it. Vash could out-speed her on his worst day.

"I haven't had a hot shower in ages..." she whined. "How much further?"

She heard the soft clinking of metal. Was that a chain? A Belt buckle? A spur? Skylar didn't know but the sounds were getting louder as they walked. Whoever it was, they were getting closer.

[goldendivinewrath]

@themageofmany liked for a thing!

Somewhere between one mostly empty (and partially collapsed) charging station and a tiny grouping of buildings that could be called a town in the broadest sense, they were walking again. Supplies weren't bad, but they hadn't been the best through the last couple of places they'd been to. Understandable, doing a little avoiding of the busiest spots until it seemed safer.

Kind of annoying, too, but Vash tried to keep that thought to himself. After all, that'd been his plan, hadn't it? Stay out of trouble. Find somewhere Skylar could stay out of trouble. Problem was how far away that might be and how much time that might take, and--

Oh. Something inside his coat bumped against his knee; he'd completely forgotten about that! He could save it, sure, or he could just redirect a little bit of energy for a few minutes as they tried not sliding down a dune. Getting to the bottom without anyone face-planting was reason enough to celebrate, letting out a silly little whoop and reaching into his pocket to hold out a suspiciously cold soft drink. "It's-- Uh, some flavor. I don't know, the label's kind of gone, but it should still be good!"

[themageofmany]

@goldendivinewrath

Skylar's stomach growled loudly enough to be heard over the sound of their footsteps in the sand.

"Uuuuuuuuhhhnnnnn...this sucks. You know what I'd do for a sandwich right now? Probably something more illegal than anything else I've ever done." she whined. While the resources weren't as scarce as they had ever been, they weren't always of the best quality. Dry, some rotten. Always stale. And the trip was always boring. Skylar agreed to come along with Vash on his quest and she knew it wasn't always going to be sunshine and rainbows.

Okay, it was a lot of sunshine. And that was kind of the problem, as she squinted across the desert.

There was a bit of tumbling and weak-footedness down the slope of the dune, but Skylar also made it to the bottom without incident. When Vash dug into his pocket she figured it was to clear some of the sand, but instead he brought out a can. A cold, frosty can. She could see the glisten of condensation, and probably could have a mile away.

"Where did you get that? When did you get that? Why is it...why is it so cold?" She rushed up to him and inspected the can. There was a bit of faded red label around the rim, but otherwise it was brandless. "Split it?"

[calamitysshatteredson]

@themageofmany [From here, trying to make this easier for... not-Tumblr to cut properly.]

Sephiroth winced ever so slightly at each and every particularly loud crack. It didn't look like it hurt, of course, but SOLDIERs tended not to particularly need those kinds of... adjustments. Not unless something was literally out of joint, and even then--

Best not to think too much about it, not when Skylar appeared comfortable enough. A step in the right direction, as far as he was concerned. Of course, the more Skylar explained, the more a previously easy to hide horrified expression surfaced. It wasn't that it didn't make sense, of course. That didn't make hearing about it any more pleasant.

Momentarily surrendering to the absolute need to hide his face in the palm of one hand and breathe slowly and deeply once, twice, the First assumed he was... more or less ready to sound perfectly calm and reasonable about the whole thing. Alright. One minor disaster at a time. "Would it be helpful for you to watch something instead, then? Movies, or... books? Music? Something calm to keep you from getting too bored?" There, the lowest rung of concern being addressed. Handled.

The rest was either going to have to be a very secure text to Angeal, or simply notes taken the old-fashioned way to make sure they wouldn't be glimpsed by anyone else. It was something he needed to discuss with the small group who knew about Skylar. Whatever happened after or because of it was something he had to purposely not let himself consider or it might occupy the rest of his night.

"I'd also prefer not to be a rude host by abandoning you with nothing to do since I'm afraid I do require sleep. And I'm trying not to feel a bit envious." Humor. Back to humor. It was something he felt like he was holding on to with both hands.

[themageofmany]

@calamitysshatteredson

He looked worried. In fact, there was an odd expression that Skylar wasn't expecting to see on Sephiroth's face at all...was it fear? She hadn't ever known him to be fearful before.

She was cognizant of the fact she was in Sephiroth's home, and she really didn't want to overstep the boundaries of the man who worked hard to keep her safe. That being said, she already had an episode...so what was watching a TV movie at midnight going to do? Nevertheless, she decided to engage with him on the quieter activity.

"What sorts of books do you have? Like...fantasy books?"

Skylar knew he was just making a joke, but the sad smile faded from her face all the same. No, he shouldn't be jealous. He should be happy with the way his body worked and nothing more.

(Oh how wrong she would end up being.)

"I'll be okay, you know. It's not like I haven't been given nothing to do before. Sometimes when you meditate it can almost feel like sleeping." She paused, looked back over at the bathroom where she had lost a bit of herself, then back at Sephiroth.

"Don't tell anyone about it. I know you want to, but it will only worry people. The same way I just worried you."

[themageofmany]

Beep boop

[themageofmany]

Good news friend I am now on ✨antidepressants✨

[crownmemes]

Second Meetings Sentences

(Sentences for muses who have already met before. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"Have I told you what a great pleasure it's been working with you again?"

"You just can't stay away, can you?"

"We have a lot of lost time to make up for."

"I never did know your name."

"I'm not sure I ever thought I would see you again!"

"You know that feeling you have that we've met before? It's the same with me."

"So nice to see you again!"

"To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?"

"The department isn't a massive fan of office romance."

"Well, this is not something I'd planned. How did you find me?"

"I'm sorry, but I don't remember you."

"Fancy meeting you here!"

"I'm certainly glad to see you again!"

"Do I know you? You look so familiar."

"I never thought I'd see you again after all these years."

"So, do you ever do anything for fun?"

"It's good to see you again, despite the strange circumstances."

"You look quite remarkably different from the last time I saw you."

"You know, there's something different about you from the guy I met before. Something in your eyes."

"Oh, here comes trouble!"

"You're probably surprised to see me back here."

"Well, this is quite the coincidence! I had no idea you were here!"

"I owe you an apology. I was rude when we met, and I'm sorry."

"Do you have any idea how good it is to see you?"

"You're quite certain that we've never met before?"

"I hear you've been looking for me. I'm flattered."

[calamitysshatteredson]

@themageofmany liked for a thing!

"No. Absolutely not." He wasn't really talking to either of them, not Skylar and not himself, and not any particular unnamed entity potentially in control of the universe either. They were just words, offsetting the panic that he was not going to let himself feel overwhelmed by. He was going to continue tearing clothes to wrap with, to soak up the blood, to stop the bleeding--

He'd still had some fairly decent reaction time and sword muscle memory, it turned out. Unfortunately, it was for a much longer sword at a much different weight, and he just-- He hadn't, in time, in the right place before he'd managed to correct himself and his stance, and she'd--

"This isn't how it ends. It isn't." Rip. "Not now, not after all this." Zip. Surgeon's knot, they call that. "I made a promise." He wasn't all that good at holding to those, apparently. Or making them possible.

[themageofmany]

@calamitysshatteredson

"Who'd you promise?" Skylar asked quietly, head lolling to the left, devoid of the energy to hold it up any longer. Her words could hardly be heard over the rush of blood and ringing in her own ears.

Her stomach felt heavy, like a lead weight rooting her to the spot. She couldn't...move right. She wanted to reach for him, to wipe the sweat off of his face- why was he so sweaty? Why did he look so panicked? His normally sharp features were contorted in fear, the colour draining from his face...

and through his jacket?

"Seph...Seph you're bleeding..." With the remnants of her own strength she reached out to him and moved the hem of his jacket away to reveal several wounds, blood pulsing from torn porcelain skin. "You're hurt..."

Skylar's hand dropped with a dull thud into her lap. Her brow furrowed for a moment; her lips were wet and tacky. Was she drooling? Had she really lost so much of herself she was drooling over her friend's chest?

The blood turned sticky and dried on her chin.

[themageofmany]

(From here from @royalbratprince because I'm inspired)

"Uh." Feeling his own intelligence drop was a little weird. Itchy, kinda.

"Right, well." It's not like he had to lie, obviously. Not that the truth was any more believable than any lie he could have told. And she definitely already knew that he wouldn't have just invited himself into her space on purpose unless it was an emergency.

Which left accident, or emergency... or something combined but far dumber. Clearing his throat, Noctis admitted in a rush, "I was warping and I landed on the wrong ledge, but then I realized I needed to rest a little sooner than I expected to and I kind of dropped onto your balcony and someone noticed the noise and looked out their window so I'm just hanging out here for another couple of minutes then I'll be gone, I swear."

He should have lied.

-

Skylar paused, eyes narrowed as she tried to concentrate on the word vomit coming out of Noctis' mouth. So, he warped wrong and broke into her room while she was changing because he was worried someone would see him? The crown prince hanging out on some random woman's balcony?

"You're a moron." Skylar stated flatly, still hugging her towel to her chest. "But that begs the question..." in no time, her look of suspicion morphed into something akin to sinful glee.

"Whose balcony were you aiming for?"

[themageofmany]

(From here for @goldendivinewrath because I'm inspired)

It was probably a little too late to shush her, and probably didn't matter in the first place, because the shopkeeper had already given him that "shady character look". He knew it intimately, unfortunately, but had been trying to weave a tale of having money and tomas stolen.

Even if the shopkeeper wasn't buying his story completely (or at all), Vash was pretty sure that he was at least getting some kind of pity going, and frankly he'd take that if it lead to something favorable. Skylar--

Was not playing along. Understandable, honestly, but also a little bit inconvenient when he was already leaning hard into pity and almost getting somewhere. Giving a nervous little laugh and pressing his hands together as if in prayer, he leaned to the side and harshly whispered, "Please stop thinking, I'm trying to lie."

-

The look she shot him was nothing short of incredulous. He was trying to lie? But...lying was wrong! Especially lying to unsuspecting townsfolk. They were trying to get by, just the same as Skylar and her travel partner, and didn't deserve to be deceived.

But...she was hungry. And they didn't have a lot of double dollars left, certainly not enough to pay for a meal and a place to sleep. Her stomach growling disrupted the quiet whisper argument and her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. The shopkeeper's look of near pity then turned to her, which she tried not to squirm underneath the weight of. "Ah, sorry. Travel takes a lot out of you, ya know?" she laughed it off and scratched the back of her neck for something to do with her hands.

The shopkeeper looked between Skylar and Vash. Between Vash's earlier acting and Skylar's seeming genuine need, he tossed a loaf of bread and a white box on the counter for them to take. "Don't let me catch ya out there beggin' for scraps then."

[themageofmany]

(From here cause I wanna for @calamitysshatteredson)

Skylar's eyes narrowed at Sephiroth's comment. Better not encountered, huh? No kidding. As if she was able to help who she encountered, who she was deceived by in order to be taken away.

What she saw behind the walls of that facility was horror beyond comprehension. Piercing metal, twisted bone, screams morphing to roars. Her words were quiet, but steady and knowing.

"I wonder how many of those people are their victims."

[calamitysshatteredson]

@themageofmany

He drew in a slow breath and straightened his back the slightest bit. Shoulders ever so slightly squared, jaw lightly tilted a bit more upward. It wasn't a stance and he wasn't getting ready for any kind of battle, but all of those small motions combined was a bit of a tell. Keeping emotions in check. Trying not to think too hard about it, trying not to let himself react.

Some things really hadn't changed.

And some things... "Would you ever want to look for records again in earnest?" Normally he avoided the subject at all costs. He had his reasons, they both did. But sometimes--

Curiosity still picked at him. No matter how obvious a dead end it would lead to. Victims, scientist's notes; everything was intended to be destroyed.

[themageofmany]

@calamitysshatteredson

Skylar contemplated his offer a moment. Instinctively her answer was no, she did not want to look up her old records, or any records and reports from that place. But on the other hand, they would be safe with Sephiroth. No one would be able to see them, no one would be able to replicate them.

"...Maybe." was her final answer. "If we find them, we burn them. Deal? That way, the final piece of that place dies."

The truth of the matter was that there wasn't a lot that Skylar didn't remember about her time in that place. There likely wasn't much that those papers could tell her. But she understood Sephiroth's curiosity and trusted him more than any person on the Planet.

"Do you think they'd still have anything on paper anymore? Or would it all be on the computers?"

[themageofmany]

"We can celebrate the good that we've done."

hozier lyrics, unreal unearth edition

"What good have I done?" Skylar mumbled dejectedly, staring off into the oppressive darkness. It had been years since they had struck out on their own, reuniting with the likes of Ignis and Gladio only occasionally. They didn't know if Noctis was coming back, or when.

"You go around saving Eos and doing cool stuff and I'm just stuck here unable to do anything." She stared down at her own bandaged hands, marred with scars and fresh wounds alike. "I can't do anything anymore..."

[themageofmany]

Obligatory “I’m alive” post

I’m alive, but barely

I’m very fatigued, but I’ll get to working on replies this weekend! Promise

[themageofmany]

Sorry I saw this on twitter and I've been laughing for 14 years

[themageofmany]

"Do you ever think about your legacy? The mark you leave behind after you're gone?"

"I used to. Back when I was young and I wanted to prove myself. Now? Not so much." she answered softly. "Now I'm not too sure I want anyone to remember me."

Skylar flipped through the cookbook she was reading, trying to decide on what to make for dinner. "I suppose I want to be remembered as kind, right? Isn't that what everyone says?"

[themageofmany]

"I do know the difference between what’s real and what's fake."

PROMPTS FROM LEVERAGE

"Coulda fooled me." Skylar snapped. "If you recall, the last time I saw you where you knew who I was, you stabbed me and left me to die in Nibelheim." Oh, she was still mad. Of course she was still mad. Though she knew the context of the attack, the context didn't matter too much when she had a HOLE IN HER CHEST.

"And then we had to run all over the Planet because you're such an ass. And what the hell was with the visions you kept giving Cloud? That had to be you, right? That's seriously a low blow, Seph. You know he's already messed up."

Despite her chastising, she still made him a cup of tea and eventually sat across from him at the table. "You wouldn't be telling me this if you didn't have anything going on. So what's up?"