Sing as their bones go marching in, again / the need you buried deep / the secrets that you keep are ever ready / are you ready? FAHC AU Matt Bragg/Gavin Free Suicide Mention and Dissociation ~1000 words
strange for Gavin. When he was younger he was so sure of what he liked. Stars
glittering in the sky, his best friend Dan, playing pretend, and being
independent. Gavin knew who he was and he loved it. No one was going to boss
him around and nothing could bring him down. At least, that was until
everything went to shit. It started with Dan and him arguing. Gavin wanted to
follow his father’s footsteps and become a pickpocket and a hacker. Dan wanted
to make an honest living like his mother and join the military for a little
while. They argued and argued until one day Gavin found out that Dan had
enlisted and was leaving in a week. It was the worst week of Gavin’s life. He
hated Dan, but he didn’t want his friend to leave. He feared Dan would die
there and so… Gavin did something bad.
If you try to pick pocket Zevran he says “No” and it’s just the funniest thing because he is the only companion that says anything and I can just picture him smacking the Warden’s hand away like they are a child reaching for the cookie jar.
I always liked how New Vegas companions weren’t really romanceable. You could flirt with them, but even then they clearly had specific likes and wants. Arcade was gay. Cass was bisexual. But there was never a LOVE ME dialogue option. Every character was dealing with their own loss and difficulties and didn’t build their lives around the courier. Why would they. The courier is some random asshole who walked up to them a week prior and said “hey wanna fuck shit up.”
It’s almost like they were actual carefully constructed characters and not hastily thrown together cliches that would marry you after you pickpocketed all of Diamond City.
Because @artsyfalafel and I had a conversation, and this came out of it.
“-and the daguino was COMPLETELY
overcooked!” the old man at the table next to them spat, his saliva literally
landing on the alien servers face. “I DEMAND a refund!”
The server nodded hastily, eyes
wide, and rushed off to the kitchen area, leaving the man to grumble to his
wife about using the restroom.
Lance popped up from his seat with
a bright smile on his face, dropping his napkin next to Keith and clapping his
hands together. “Be right back, guys. Gotta use the little paladin’s room.”
“Just go to the bathroom, Lance,”
Shiro muttered, not even looking up from his menu.
Lance shot the table a set of
finger guns and darted out of sight, towards the back of the restaurant that
Coran had told the paladins about. “Anyone else think that old guy was being
totally unreasonable?” Keith grumbled, glancing at the table next to them and
wrinkling his nose.
Pidge grinned and glanced down at
her menu, eyes sparkling mischievously. “Oh yeah. Total asshat.”
Stemming from the old Scots word, a “glamour” (always spelt with the British “ou”, as we are referring to the spell not the trait) is a kind of magickal spell or enchantment that a person casts upon an object, a person, or themselves to confuse, bewitch or obscure the senses of other observers. For instance, a pickpocket may use glamours as a means of assisting in the avoidance of detection, and a secret Witch may use a glamour to hide their spell supplies. Glamours are also one of the primary spells that the Fae Folk use to hide their presence, and also to make mischief and cause harm to intrusive or blundering humans who offend them.
Why have I never heard of this before?!
Probably because it’s not very flashy and, by its very nature, it’s centred around concealment. Glamours are very powerful, very useful spells, but they don’t involve love or money or luck or happiness and so they tend to be overlooked by most novice or self-taught Witches. They’re also quite hard to perfect, and so many more experienced Witches give up before they have mastered them.
They are simultaneously very simple spells to perform, but very difficult to perfect, as they require significant effort of Will and a lot of practice but if you achieve a true glamour it can be one of the most powerful spells in any Witch’s arsenal. It’s also worth noting, however, that glamours do not conceal things from machines. Machines like metal detectors, security cameras and proximity detectors don’t have minds, and as such they cannot be fooled by magick that affects the mind and how the brain perceives senses. They also work poorly on animals, especially cats. Do not try to fool a cat with a glamour. Dogs are often confused by glamours, but generally see through them with time, and snakes and lizards are completely immune as far as I can tell (since their minds are not concerned with things that glamours affect).
OK, but how do I cast a glamour?
The first step is, as with all spells, to decide to do it. Decide “I am going to cast a glamour”. Know it in your soul, know that what you will do is magick, it is a glamour, and that it’s purpose is to hide yourself. Glamours on yourself are generally the easiest to start with, because they are the easiest kind with which to tell when something needs improving.
Secondly, you must visualise strongly - and I mean REALLY strongly, let it consume your being - the purpose of the glamour. Fill yourself with the knowledge how how it will work, what it will do, how it will work. If you are looking for a glamour of imperception, whereby you attempt to make yourself hard to see by convincing the minds of people around you that you are utterly uninteresting and forgettable, fill yourself with that. Let to complete and utter truth of that ring through your head;
“I am forgettable, I’m not even here. You don’t remember me, I’m utterly boring, I’m just another part of the background. Everything about me is empty and dull. There is nothing here”
And similar such truths. Let your Willpower make them true, let their truth fill the world around you through the strength of your visualisation.
Thirdly, sustain it. This is the hardest step, but a glamour will only last for as long as it is sustained and remembered. If you are visualising a glamour on something that moves or changes (such as yourself) this can involve literally constant reinforcement - never ever stop thinking those reinforcing statements and pouring all your Willpower into them. For objects that are more static, for instance a chest containing spell supplies, this can simply involve a period of refreshment every evening whereby you place your hands upon it and refresh the enchantment you’ve placed upon the chest, reminding it of how completely ignorable and boring it is, reminding it that nobody will open it because nobody will care enough to try, that nobody will notice it because it’s so dull it’s not even there.
That seems REALLY hard, is there a simpler way?
The short answer is, no. This is why glamours are often quite unpopular - despite their obvious power and usefulness, the sheer effort of Will that goes into the construction of a glamour, and the amount of practice you need to get really good, can scare off a lot of Witches from truly persisting. Those who need glamours are often the only ones who are really any good at them - the best glamour-caster I have ever known developed her skill during her life as a pickpocket, when she used glamours to avoid getting caught. The simple fact that she has no criminal record attests to their efficacy! But, it took her a very long time to get that good, and most Witches simply don’t care enough to try.
However, I urge you to do so! It’s such a rewarding skill, even if only so that you can be the undisputed champion of paintball and laser tag in your friend group because nobody ever sees you in the shadows.
So there you are! The ancient, powerful, and mostly-overlooked art of glamours! I hope this helped all you lovely Witches!
He’s that infamous high school dropout, the one that keeps the people of his small-town origins entertained for years. He’s the runaway at sixteen, the boy who saw opportunity in a forgotten stack of twenties and took the first train out. He’s the kid that pickpockets at carnivals, the daredevil who robs convenience stores with clown masks and toy guns. He’s the fastest kid you’ve ever met, the one who set all of the track records at school, the one that the cops can’t catch. He’s the kid who runs messages between gangs because he enjoys being the middleman. He’s the boy who will drop everything to help an old lady across the street. He’s the boy who steals from a candy shop so that the crying little boy on the sidewalk can have something sweet to brighten his day. He’s the kid who has big dreams to travel the world, who puts pins in his maps and connects them with threads because there’s an order that he has to visit them in. He’s the kid who takes what he can and survives off the laughter he leaves behind.
He comes from a long line of magicians, although he doesn’t have any family left. A few generations ago, his direct ancestry split from the magicians, so he doesn’t even know where to find them if there are any left.
He’s not very good at doing many tricks although he can pull off a few. He is the type of person to only do what he is confident in and struggles to grow. He ends up following Bae for the length of the story. He looks up to her and is jealous of her strength and ability to take action.
In the beginning, when he meets Bae, he acts as a sort of guide for her. He fakes confidence for her and tries to take her through the country. She realizes he isn’t very brave, but grows to appreciate him anyway and encourages his efforts.
I drew him wearing his performance clothes. He normally wears stuff that doesn’t stand out, but after travelling with Bae for a while, he dons these quite normally so he can be noticed. Bae and Trick sort of ground each other throughout the story. The two consider what is best for the other. She begins to see him as a little brother or younger companion that needs support and guidance.
Here are my other OC’s from this idea I like to daydream about:
“What if he snips the zombie’s pockets too well and his pants fall down?”
“Oh god please no. Imagine the horror of being flashed by a zombie.”
“It couldn’t be that bad.”
“Is it a negative status condition if we’re mentally traumatized by the sight of rotted zombie dick?”
“I love you man but I’m not risking zombie penis ptsd so that you can have 2 extra gold coins before the fight starts instead of after.”
-another player and I discussing the possible consequences of our thief (who had been having a night full of nat 20’s) using a knife to pickpocket a zombie in the room. Our DM was very disappointed in us.
I had these Hinatas in my sketchbook too!
They have some exchange with Nekoma. Kenma and Hinata clicks super well, and do a lot of really cool trust exercises together! Kags tries to learn the basics too.
Suga is way too smart for his own good, constantly pickpockets and unlock his stall.