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#& 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 ─ 【 outofcharacter 】#oh thank god i remembered the right login finally.#time to archive this bad boy and remake it bc i've tweaked the story.

-gives Desch a duck-

“ w─wait─ “

what. a duck?! when he & animals hardly get along? goodness, he can barely keep it in his arms as it flails it’s wings wildly about─even slapping him in the face! the duck claims victory over the sorcerer, and desch is left holding his face as the waterfowl settles on the ground at his feet.

#Anonymous #𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 ─ 【 incharacter 】#𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍 ─ 【 inbox 】

─ i’ve been bamboozeled:

“Too late for that! You just ate the family cookie!” It’s actually a normal cookie, no need to be alarmed. She will hum whilst softly ruffling his hair though. “Humm~ If not Deschy.. Des? Chychan?”

“ ho─hold on a minute! you can’t just use this as a means to get me adopted! “

oh no, what has he done? did he unknowingly stumble onto some sort of magic contract sealed by eating a cookie?!

#𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 ─ 【 incharacter 】#copycrowned

─ i’m not a child:

“Deschy I’m adopting you now! Here have a cookie!”

“ i don’t think that’s how that works. i do have parents, you know... and we’re on good terms. “

a short pause follows, and then desch adds before he bites into the cookie:

“ don’t call me that, please. “

#𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 ─ 【 incharacter 】#copycrowned #quILL DONT ADOPT HIM

“ ... demons are so odd. it’s like they don’t know how to act on anything but instinct. “

#𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 ─ 【 incharacter 】#me reading friend's threads while i'm getting ready for bed just so i can distract myself hoo boy

─ a very reckless woman:

windsilenced replied to your post ““Guys I have a new life goal!””

“ cutting apples… with a chainsaw…? ”

“Whilst holding them in your mouth. While blindfolded! Why didn’t I think of this before!?” Oh. Look. She has a chainsaw right here too. Please stop her.

“ i really don’t think that’s a good idea─ “

he controls weather, quill. no healing magic here. if you get hurt, you’re entirely on your own.

#𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 ─ 【 incharacter 】#copycrowned #quILL PLEASE DONT

two in the morning? time to break open that box of donuts.

#𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 ─ 【 incharacter 】#no sleep only confectioneries

🔮 [ SPOOPY FOOTUR DESCHCHAN ]

future / past ─ accepting

what grants one the power to determine the value of another’s life?

at one point, he thought nothing of it. that it was the natural order. you’re disliked for one thing or another─none of which you can help─and often times, you’re mistreated for it. if not, frankly, killed. he knew no better; he didn’t understand otherwise. when he uttered a thoughtless suggestion─when he was naive & young & unsure of what the correct answer would be, replied to cull those unfit. through his hand, he led the slaughter of misfits of two races. by his hand, he slain countless others out of his own ignorance.

desch realised then, perhaps he is no different than they are. it prompts a new idea; a new angle to the question he’s asked himself before when he was younger──

“ alduous, why does someone kill another because of how they are born…? “

silence fills the space between the sorcerer & his familiar. alduous makes no motion to acknowledge desch’s question, save for a soft exhale, as if to say without speaking; you know the answer. and, truthfully,desch does.

“ they’re different. they’re abnormal. a stain reminding them of something that shouldn’t have happened, yet did. “

on his tongue do his words sizzle. they crackle & buzz with the thrum of electricity as he continues without alduous’ response. small fingers adjust along the shaft of the staff which screamed against his touch. ( it’s not his, it’s not his, he was not it’s master ) a coat, much too large for his petit figure, hangs loose from his shoulders; defeated. every motion he makes has the woeful chime of bracelets on his arm cry out. ( stop this, please. we loved you. we loved you so much. we did the best we could. please, stop. ) desch raises his gaze upward & he turns his attention fully to his familiar. his expression is no longer reminiscent of gentle summer showers & a warm breeze. behind golden hues do storms stir & lightning dare come forth.

“ people claim it’s against god’s will. that the communion between two people is forbidden, and those born from them should be sentenced to death. god’s will. “

oh, desch will admit he is no longer the blissful child whose pockets were lined with decadence & sweets. the turn of years has worn him down; turned him, ever slowly, into the raging storm he will soon become.

“ … i will show them what god’s will truly is. “

#monogatarinotoshokan #𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 ─ 【 incharacter 】#𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍 ─ 【 inbox 】

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Send 🎈 to meet my muse in the past

Or send 🔮 to meet them in the future

#𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍 ─ 【 inbox 】

monogatarinotoshokan replied to your post: “ fuck? “

DESCHCHAN

“ what? i’m old enough to swear, you know. i’m only a hundred & seventeen... sheesh. “

#monogatarinotoshokan #𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 ─ 【 incharacter 】#( desch voice ) i think that's like 19 or smth by equivalent? somewhere there who knows

“ fuck? “

#𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 ─ 【 incharacter 】

─ ???:

“Ehh…. Can’t you just make a tiny tornado in your hands or something?” You know! Those silly party tricks mages could do when they needed to make money on their travels! Or was that something that only happened at the likes of circuses and carnivals?

there is a distinct difference between those using their meager understanding of the arcane arts for parlour tricks, and those whose veins ran the thrum of electricity & whose voice beckoned wind to their will. for her to liken one of his power to a simple performer... it’s an insult. his expression darkens with the childish request & he takes a small breath─then desch forces down his desire to strike her where she stands. across his features would that polite smile of his spring forth, and he laughs.

“ ... i’m not a street magician. don’t ask me to waste my powers like that, thank you. maybe you’ll catch me when i need to change the weather a tad, but i don’t cast magic unnecessarily. “

#𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 ─ 【 incharacter 】

─ ???:

“Well thats too bad. That really would of been handy to stop them being somewhat terrible people.” Of course it wouldn’t be that easy.

“Then! At least show me that snazzy wind magic a little!” Because she totally wouldn’t copy it to the extent she could, right?

he wishes things were that easy. it’s an attractive idea, to be sure─but he would rather stay out of a trivial dispute between a human & a couple quasi-immortal beings.

“ maybe some other time, alright? wind magic shouldn’t be used excessively, you know. it might disrupt currents, and we might end up summoning a tornado on accident. “

#𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 ─ 【 incharacter 】#manicxmimicry

─ ???:

“Because they burnt donuts.”

TEQUILA FUCKING EARHART. NO.

“ oh. tragic. “

truly tragic, but desch at least wears some amount of pride in his work to not let something so minor lead to him stirring up tornadoes in neighbourhoods.