[Prompt]: A fantasy world is so used to human children arriving to go on quests and learn moral lessons that they've set up a whole bureaucracy to deal with it.
“Is that a nickname? I need your full name.”
“Favorite mythical creature?”
“…do you have a second favorite?”
“I can get you mermaids. What were you doing before you - how did you say you got here?”
“I looked under my bed for monsters and fell.”
Scribble scribble. “Before that, what were you doing?”
“We just moved and -”
“Hang on -” Papers rustle. “Which of the following best describes your attitude: excitement about your new opportunities, apprehension about your new school or neighborhood, resentment at loss of old friends and familiar settings, or other?”
“….what does resentment mean?”
“It means you’re mad that they were taken away.”
“Okay. And, fingerprints here in case you take longer on your quest than you’re supposed to and we need to do a locator spell; and would you like a dagger, magic wand, animal companion, or bow and arrows?”
“I only get one?”
“You can combine the animal companion with another option if you fill out form 37-J -”
“I’ll just take the magic wand.”
“There’s a bin of them by the door; take one and then recite this fairy-summoning chant to call a guide fairy and be led to your destination.” Stamp, check, peeling of carbon paper. “This is your copy. Next!”
“Call To Arms” A Spell To Summon/Call for Emotional Support
Based off the spell from The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim this spell will allow you to call for aid, whether it be spirits or people, in a time of need. Though, afterwards please talk to someone to try to get their support as well, someone you trust.
What You’ll Need
A pink and orange candle
Full moon water
A medium sized ceramic bowl
Mortar and pestle
A milky quartz or amethyst
Sea salt or Epsom salt
Dried Juniper berries
What To Do
Place your candle in the candlestick and place it the center of the bowl.
Muddle your lotus flower, juniper berries, salt, and poppy seeds into a powder.
Spoon the powder into the bowl around the candle.
Then place your stone in next to the candle.
Light your candle and slowly pour the full moon water around the candle, say/think “A call to arms I decree, come to me in this time of need.”
Let the wax drip into the water until the candle is half way melted and then blow it out and take out your stone.
Dry it off and keep it under your pillow, the stone is now a beacon that will attract support.
Cleric: “She’s a half-fiend!”
Cleric: “You are literally in a room filled with corpses of people she murdered.”
Demon: “I mean, it’s their fault for not paying me what I was promised, but yep, that was me.”
Cleric: “She’s coated in blood.”
Demon: “Red is a good color on me.”
Cleric: “She’s a demon- she’s chaotic and a liar and how can you be so nonchalant?!”
Demon; “He’s right, you know. You shouldn’t trust me. I’m kind of an asshole.”
Cleric: “Why are you agreeing with me?!”
Demon: “It’s funny to watch you get frustrated because your party keeps flirting with me despite you being 100% correct about my evil nature.”
The cleric ended up calling her summoner to make her leave after the demon started hitting on his fiancée.
Warnings: Sexual abuse, violence, degradation, a lot of dark, sad shit.
each minute that ticked by, displayed by the bright red, digital
numbers on the dash, Jungkook began to feel more anxious. They’d been
driving for a while now, long past the vibrant lights of the city. They
were going far too fast for him to even think of bailing–there was no
way he’d live through a tumble from the car, and a part of him worried
that that fate might be preferable to the one he was currently headed
towards. He moved his eyes to stare at the profile of Mrs. Choi, her
eyes focused on the road ahead of her, her lips pressed into a line of
painted red more suited to a woman half her age.
It was then
that Jungkook realized he very probably hated this woman. It was in the
very next moment that he realized he very probably only hated her
because he was terrified of her. He’d been seldom afraid of much in his
life; his brother getting sick, of course. But as far as people were
concerned, Jungkook found comfort in the knowledge that he could hold
his own. He needed this woman–or rather, he needed Mrs. Choi’s money,
and there was no telling what he’d be put through to get it. A
frightening thought occured to Jungkook in the fact that he’d have to
take whatever she put him through if he wanted to save his brother’s
Shout out to Kelly Armstrong for creating a YA book series with
· believable main characters who are able to let the romance take a back burner to their fucking lives falling apart.
· Non glorification of mental disabilities and illness
· Characters that get periods, have acne, smell bad at times, eat the way they want, and JUST FUCKING BEHAVE LIKE TEENAGERS AND NOT SUPERMODELS IN A HIGH SCHOOL SETTING.
· Challenging the “boys will be boys” trope.
· Challenging racial stereotypes
· DID I MENTION NON GLORIFICATION OF MENTAL ILLNESS LIKE SHIT BRO
· POC protagonist and main characters
· NON. GLORIFICATION. OF. MENTAL. ILLNESS. AND. DISABILITIES.
“(Blaming a child with mental illness for not getting better…) wasn’t like pushing a reluctant student to get a passing grade. It was like blaming a kid with a learning disability for not getting A’s”.
“Why was it that every time a girl said she had a problem with a boy, it was written off as ‘oh he likes you’ as if that makes it okay?”
On this day in 1876, the first telephone conversation took place between
Alexander Graham Bell and his lab assistant Thomas Watson. Bell had
recently secured the patent for his new invention - the telephone - and
three days later succeeded in making a call. He summoned Watson from the
next room thus making the first, albeit very brief, telephone call.
Controversy surrounds the invention of the telephone, as there have been
claims that the credit for the invention in fact rests with another
inventor: Elisha Gray. Gray had also been working on a device for
transmitting voice messages and both filed the patent the same day,
leading to speculations about who got there first. However, whether
erroneously or not, Bell is the one credited for the invention of the
telephone, and he and Watson share the fame as the people who made the
first telephone call.
“I then shouted into M [the mouthpiece] the following
sentence: “Mr. Watson, come here — I want to see you.” To my delight he
came and declared that he had heard and understood what I said” - Bell’s diary entry from March 10th 1876
Buckle the fuckle up kiddos, it’s time for an examination.
Convoke, thanks to our amazing followers, means to call together/summon. And we, the fans, do that every day. We talk about him constantly. We feed him. We fuel this fire and we are the reason why he exists, that’s nothing new, but that DOES explain why “convoke” is thrown into the mix.
However. If you read the first words downwards, it spells out REBORN. Which we already saw in the picture that he posted when he first died his hair.
Let’s look at the other hints he’s left:
Damaged Glitched No strings attached Surprise Return.
Stormcalling is a very old category of weather magic which is used with the intent of creating, summoning and controlling storms. There are many methods for carrying out this act, but one of the simplest forms of Stormcalling is to simply whistle. One long whistled note imitates the sound of the wind itself, and the witch can visualize the blowing winds and coming storms while producing the sound in order to enact their will on the weather.
Some witches will also use the same method, but gently blow air from their mouths instead, which may be useful in situations where you may want to summon the wind or call a storm but would draw unwanted attention by whistling aloud. You can experiment with the tone and harshness of the note, perhaps using higher, sharper notes to manipulate harsher winds and storms. Varying tones can be used to demonstrate changes in the wind as well, starting loud and harsh and becoming soft and low in order to slow the wind and calm the weather.
Hey all! I recently made a new class, called the Summoner, a class that uses their magic to summon and control demons, as well as briefly take their forms.
Following this I’ll have many custom/new demons that can be used with this class.
Hope you enjoy! It was fun to make :)
You never knew that living without Yoongi by your side would be so painful. You were so used to him always being here. Whether it was making you feel like the luckiest girl on the planet, or annoying the hell out of you, Yoongi was always with you.
You missed him. So much.
It’s been 2 weeks since you kicked him out that day. He hasn’t come back since then. You secretly wished that he would. At least, just once.
You had to cope with the emptiness in your heart. You tried to cope by thinking good thoughts instead of bad ones. Maybe Yoongi hasn’t come to check on you because he wants you to have some space first? Maybe he’s too scared to confront you again?
Maybe he’ll come today.
You thought that everyday. “Maybe he’ll come today.”
How would Ignis react if he got corrective eye surgery so he could see again and he sees his s/o for the first time?
I had originally planned to write a whole one-shot for this and everything, but this has been sitting in my inbox for a good while… so I’m writing it now.
When Iggy’s s/o told him that the team working on the reconstruction of the Citadel had found a way to bring back his eyesight, he was in disbelief.
“This… this isn’t a dream, or some joke, right?”
Of course not. His s/o wouldn’t joke about something like that.
Ignis is in absolute shock. It’s been fifteen years since he last saw something – last saw anything. He’s extremely excited but, undeniably, he’s scared. He doesn’t know why, but the matter still stands.
When he recovers from the shock, he reaches out to his s/o, pulls them close, tucks his head into the crook of their neck, and cries. His s/o gets really nervous, because did they do something wrong? But then they hear him. He’s thanking them over and over and over again.
After the operation, Ignis realizes why he was scared. What if it doesn’t work? What if his eyes were too damaged and they couldn’t do it? What if the world is simply too bright for his eyes to handle and he has to keep them closed, and thus remain blind anyways?
He doesn’t open his eyes immediately when he wakes up. He finds the call button, summons a nurse, and asks for his s/o. He wants the first thing he sees to be them.
There’s a shuffling in the room and Ignis recognizes the steps to be his s/o’s. He reaches out to them, and he doesn’t realize that he’s shaking until his s/o takes his hands.
His s/o kisses his hands, then his forehead, then his scars, and then his lips. They tell him that the lights aren’t on, there’s just candles, and that he can open his eyes. They’re right here for him, just like they always have been. They squeeze his hands tightly.
Ignis opens his eyes. He has to squint, because even the candlelight is still too bright for his newly recovered eyes, but he blinks once, twice.
He locks eyes with his s/o. He sees them smile. He sees the sheen of their hair. He sees the tears in their eyes. He feels tears coming to his own. He can see.
“(Y/N),” He mutters, and his voice is shaking, “You’re beautiful. You’re absolutely beautiful.”
He reaches up, he touches their face, and finally, he’s able to match a precise image to everything he’s been feeling since he met his s/o. He’s just gotten the use of his eyes back, but he’s already mastered the look of absolute adoration for his s/o.
He kisses them, and at some point during that he starts crying again, and his s/o’s there to hold him, and they’re crying too. They’re both so happy.
It takes Ignis some time to rehabilitate from the operation. His eyes are still extremely sensitive to light, so he wears darkened lenses for an extended period of time while his eyes adjust. There’s frequent headaches, since his brain tends to get overwhelmed by all the detail it’s suddenly registering again.
Though the recovery process is a bit harrowing at times, Ignis couldn’t be happier. He treasures the sight of everything now more than ever, all the colors around him, all the lights, the sunrise (which is just how he remembers it), everything…
Subaki: So that’s where you were, Summoner! Do you have a moment?
(y/n): Hello, Subaki. I still have a few minutes before attending the
war meeting, so yes. Is there something you need?
Subaki: Actually, yes, there is. I’ve just finished my training for
today and was hoping you’d have some work for me.
(y/n): Work? Well, I suppose there’s always something that needs to
be done around here… If I remember correctly, the armory could use
Subaki: Oh, I’ve taken care of it this morning.
(y/n): Of course you did… Alright then… The archers left the
training grounds without cleaning up behind them-
Subaki: I’ve already picked up the arrows. I’ve also disposed of the
damaged targets and replaced them with new ones.
(y/n): … You’ve already sharpened the swords and replaced the
training dummies as well, haven’t you?
Subaki: That’s right~ You know me well, Summoner~
(y/n): Not really. I was here when you did all that. In that case,
I’m sorry, I don’t think there’s anything left to do.
Subaki: You… what?
(y/n): So you really didn’t see me? I followed you all morning. Not
in a creepy way, of course, I just wanted to see if you really were
going to take care of everything. And you did. Which is… pretty
concerning, I have to say.
Subaki: (I… didn’t notice him/her at all…) What exactly do you
mean by “concerning”?
(y/n): I mean you’re not alone in this army, Subaki. You should leave
it to your fellow heroes to do certain tasks. From time to time, at
least. I don’t want you to work yourself to death.
Subaki: … I see. Thank you for your solicitude, Summoner, but I am
in tip-top form. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll go back to training.
(y/n): Hey, wait! Subaki!… He left. This is gonna be harder than I
[(y/n) and Subaki have reached support rank C.]
Subaki: *panting* Huff… Huff… That’s weird… I have been
training for only 20 minutes and I’m already out of breath. That’s no
good. Thankfully there’s no one to see me like this…
(y/n): Good morning, Subaki.
(y/n): Wah! My apologies, I didn’t mean to startle you.
Subaki: *panting* Summoner?! How did you sneak up on me again?!…
I-It’s nothing. Nothing at all. What brings you here so early?
(y/n): Nothing much. Just checking on you. You know, the whole “don’t
work yourself to death” thing I mentioned last time.
Subaki: Your worry is appreciated but truly unecessary. As I said
before, I am as fresh as a daisy, as flawless as ever~
(y/n): No, you’re not! You look awful!
Subaki: Excuse me?
(y/n): No, not your face! I mean you’re visibly exhausted. If you
could see yourself… Are you sure you don’t have a fever? Your
cheeks are all red and you’re all sweaty and–
Subaki: !! Stop! Please spare me the details!
(y/n): Why? There’s nothing wrong with that. You’re very hardworking,
all the time. I’d question your humanity if you weren’t… well, red
and sweaty and–
Subaki: I said stop!
(y/n): … I’m sorry.
Subaki: Don’t be… I apologize for raising my voice. I shouldn’t
have. After all, you just expressed concern for my well-being, right?
I should be thankful.
(y/n): … Are you?
(y/n): … What are you so afraid of? Imperfection?
Subaki: Well… I’m a perfectionist, if that’s what you mean… I
believe everyone here knows it very well.
(y/n): Subaki, there is a line between perfectionism and phobia. I
think you’ve crossed it.
Subaki: I’m afraid I don’t see your point. I am the living proof that
perfection is attainable. Isn’t it logical to refuse to accept any
standard short of perfection? Most people might be content with being
“average”, but it is not my case. I strike to be as good as it is
possible to be. How is that reproachable in any way?
(y/n): How? I’ll tell you how. Your quest for the best is not about a
deep love for meticulousness. It’s about fear. Fear of messing up.
Fear of failure. Fear of disappointing others… To be honest, I am
worried. It must be so hard being you.
Subaki: !! That’s… My perfectionism is merely one of my personality
traits. I take offence to hear you treating it as a disorder.
(y/n): Subaki, I–
Subaki: Let’s end this conversation here, Summoner. Please. Surely we
both have better things to do.
(y/n): … Very well. Have a good day, Subaki.
[(y/n) and Subaki have reached support rank B.]
(y/n): Um… Subaki?
Subaki: Oh, Summoner. Are you here to continue our last conversation?
(y/n): N-no… Actually, I wanted to apologize. I told you mean,
disrespectful things… and acted like I knew you better than you do
yourself. I’m truly sorry. This won’t happen again.
Subaki: … *sigh* I accept your apologies. Will you please accept
mine as well?
Subaki: Yes… I got defensive. And harsh. I should have handled this
(y/n): (Oh no, he’s dwelling on his mistakes again…) It’s okay!
We’re both sorry then. You forgive me and I forgive you. Deal?
Subaki: Haha~ Deal.
(y/n): What a relief… Well then, I’ll leave you to your training.
Glad this matter is settled.
[The Summoner leaves.]
Subaki: Wait, Summoner!
[The Summoner comes back.]
Subaki: I… would like to discuss something with you. About what you
said last time. However, I don’t think I can do this twice…
(y/n): Then I’m all ears. You won’t have to repeat, promise.
Subaki: Thank you.
Subaki: I come from a noble Hoshidan house. My family has served the
royal family for generations and its reputation is immaculate. My
parents, as well as my more distant family members, had great
expectations for me before I was even born.
(y/n): This sounds… stressful beyond words.
Subaki: Indeed. As you know, I am one of Lady Sakura’s retainers. She
is the youngest member of the Hoshidan royal family. I must appear
perfect in all circumstances – socially, militarily and as a friend
of hers. Everyone thinks of me as a prodigy… but the truth is…
(y/n): It’s alright, Subaki. Take your time.
Subaki: *panting* I… I’m no genius. My prowesses are not the result
of effortless first tries, but of countless hours, days, weeks,
months, sometimes years, of hard, meticulous and repetitive training.
As a child, I was forced to train – not until I got it right, but
until I was unable to get it wrong. When I was ten, I started getting
dark circles under my eyes and cysts because of the stress… and
even these were treated as imperfections to be eradicated.
“Offences”, as my parents called them.
(y/n): This is… Oh my God, Subaki… I have no words.
Subaki: What I wanted to say is, you were right… I don’t
particularly enjoy being the way I am. It’s my fear of failure that
keeps me going.
Subaki: … Oh gods, there, I said it. I– I understand if you wish
to send me back home now…
(y/n): Subaki… You will go back to Hoshido, when the times comes.
But I’m not sending you back because you expressed your humanity.
What kind of monster would do this?
(y/n): … I think I know how you feel. But, listen, you did not
disappoint me, alright? I am actually impressed. I didn’t think you’d
be able to admit your flaws. To be completely honest with me.
Especially after I harassed you so much about that.
Subaki: So… you won’t look down on me for not being the best?
(y/n): Everybody’s best is different, Subaki. You can’t always be the
best… but you can always do your best. I know you always do. And
let’s be honest, your best is pretty darn amazing.
Subaki: Haha! Normally I’d take offence to that… but this time,
it’s music to my ears. Thank you, Summoner.
[(y/n) and Subaki have reached support rank A.]
(y/n): Well, I think we can call it a day! Thank you for helping me
with these battle plans, Subaki. You provided invaluable advice.
Subaki: It was my pleasure, (y/n). I’m surprised you didn’t ask Robin
or Soren to help you though. They are, after all, actual tacticians.
(y/n): Um… Soren would have… you know, been himself. And Robin
wasn’t available. Training.
Subaki: Oh, really? Because I’ve seen him on my way here. He told me
he offered his help and you declined~
(y/n): !! T-that’s…
Subaki: Yes~? Can’t think of an excuse, can you?
(y/n): Argh! Alright, alright, you wipe that cocky grin off your face
this instant! I just wanted to spend more time with you, okay?
(y/n): Besides I knew you’d be good at this! Robin would have
probably ended up planning everything on his own, making me stand
here feeling useless…
(y/n): … Subaki?
Subaki: … I can’t do this anymore.
(y/n): Um, what?
Subaki: You just said you want to spend more time with me, yes? Well,
I do too. Much, much more time.
(y/n): Are you implying what I think you’re implying…?
Subaki: If you think that I find you incomparably charming and that
I’ve fallen for you, then yes, I am. What about your feelings? I-I’d
understand if they don’t match mine… after what I confessed last
(y/n): You mean, you not being a prodigy? Oh, Subaki. Come on, look at
us. We come from two completely different worlds, met in a third
world which existence was unheard of, and we don’t even know when
we’ll be able to go home. You not being perfect is the most
reassuring, realistic, comforting fact I’ve heard in a very, very
Subaki: Then does this mean…
(y/n): Yes. Gosh, I’m stuck here in the middle of a war and I
couldn’t possibly be more out of place or scared, but here I am, in
love with you and refusing to let go.
Subaki: Gods, I… (y/n), I will always be a perfectionist. There is
no turning back from it. But… around you… I feel like I can be as
imperfect as I wish. So I have to ask you… Will… will you still
love me when I mess up? When I… fail?
(y/n): Yes. Yes, always, yes.
Subaki: Won’t you get angry at me? Or be disappointed?
(y/n): Never. Remember, you’re just human. You’re not supposed to be
Subaki: And yet it took me years to learn to pretend to be perfect.
I’m afraid it might take me years to accept that I, in fact, can not.
Are you willing to remind me until then?
(y/n): *laughing* For you, I’ll make an ‘incomparably charming’
Subaki: *laughing* Not even for a moment would I entertain the idea
that you would not. Now, come here~
[(y/n) and Subaki have reached support rank S.]
Subaki: We are so imperfect and yet so perfect for each other,
darling. You and me, until forever ends.
Magical Girl Concept: the girls are in band/orchestra. Their transformation items are magical versions of their instruments (maybe small charms that grow when summoned) and instead of calling out a transformation phrase, they play a musical one.
Joint attacks involve playing multi piece compositions.