𝑆𝑀𝐴𝐿𝐿 𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑁𝐺𝑆 𝐼𝑁 𝑀𝑌 𝐶𝑈𝑅𝑅𝐸𝑁𝑇 𝐷𝑅𝑆
a little cute post to get me interested in my realities again
cuz i fear im thinking too small when it comes to imagination sometimes
DETECTIVE COMICS
- duke thomas being my first introduction into anything "superhero" related
- before that it was just me and the coven of blood in the underworld
- seeing gotham in person cuz i like the dark aesthetic
- knowing i literally cannot lose a fight or be snooped on (sorry not sorry batfam)
- the kents somehow liking me despite me being the epitome of doom and gloom
- kara being my bestest friend somehow, we have no clue how we got so close but we are a power duo
- honestly, me, kara and duke are such fun
- for some reason we work out together, like whenever we see each other we usually stick close together
- also for context, a lot of the ages in "hero families" like the supers or bats are much closer together
- meeting wonder woman/aka my mother in a different dimension
- being apart of the undercities after the system was reformed and the living situations are so much better for citizens
- it's basically zaun but so much more complicated at the same time
- different districts, magic of all kinds, different creatures, cool history, unorthodox ways of living
- its just so cool
- monster hunting; its my "day job" but really something i enjoy out of all the shit there is to do
- mainly cuz there's "infected magic" being left unchecked and monsters are often the byproduct
- so it all works out
- being such a unique magic user and fighter
- being "goth" (it matters so much being alternative in the undercities, although my version of it altogether is a huge part of my identity, history and idealogy)
- being flexible (i am in all my drs but it's so useful when fighting)
- my favorite undercity being the one under new orleans
- its also where valentina theriot (my creole mama in the coven) came from before ending up in the underground
- undercities being connected by magic possibly means even ones from other planets or dimensions are available if you know where to go
- i have yet to figure out if its myth or truth but maybe one day
- just the fucking coven???? hello???
- we're rarely all together cuz we're like the family that loves to branch out and get up to random bullshit before coming back together
- but realistically we all know what each other are up to
- we're just tight like that
- my abilities are very specific, in that any situation i end up there's always some lucky power that springs to the surface to help me get out
- idk how to explain it but i love thinking of stupid ways i dont get caught while out on my day job
- mundane life
- like im not doing bullshit everyday so i imagine i just walk around seeing which city was above the underground district i was in and taking notice of what locals like
- from libraries to apothecaries to mortuaries to famous landmarks
- i'm a collector of daggers and swords
- anything sharp and ornate is being swiped and stored
- i have a ton of hair like down to my butt so valentina or even django or sasha have a ton of fun turning me into their barbie for a day
- i've shown up to crazy situations with flower buns, elaborate updos, and 18 jewel pins in my hair all at once
- the strange looks never stop
twisted wonderland
- taking in depth notes of magic even though i don't have any
- i just like learning things in this dr
- figuring out i can sing really well when azul calls me to cover for a missing lounge singer
- grooming grimm and him purring even though he claims he doesn't like it
- finding my style though thrifting
- becoming close with sam and having good luck with his friends on the other side
- just the dreamy fairytale vibe i have for this dr
- checking out instructional books from the library and spending my free time with the ghosts learning random skills
- figuring out how to sew and fixing clothes for little grimm
- figuring out how to work with wood to do up furniture around ramshackle
- restoring my painting skills to paint giant murals and fun colors all around the dorm
- i learn how to get real creative with what i have so a LOT of ramshackle is used on OTHER parts of ramshackle
- case in point
X-MEN
- waking up in egypt
- traveling through other countries before meeting emma
- finding others who are like me
- learning about different customs while traveling
- learning more about fashion from emma
- figuring out more on what i can do (polymorph/powershifter)
- the x-mansion
- heading into town with kids my age and fucking around
- seeing people from all walks of life come together when it comes to mutants
- storm being one of my closest x-mansion friends
- the concept of sort of being spies and getting to go undercover and do missions
- the witnessing of different eras - in most realities age isn't a prevalent factor so we start in the late 60s and i get to see the 70s, 80s, etc
- me and kurt often learn each others language and traditions
FANTASTIC FOUR
- space
- it's always been beautiful to me
- and while i do have the ability to explore it many drs
- to have it be as an astronaut just adds a level of awe to it
- also like many of my other drs, i can go up there without a suit in this one too
- the 50s!
- the 60s!!
- retrofuturism as a whole
- im excited to be going to school in new york
- i imagine it a bit like grease but that's just my own interpretation
- the baxter building is so gorgeous and most of its decor is because of me
- i contemplated having my room be on the top floor because it'd be like my own penthouse and honestly i'm sticking with it
- i have a friend group called the missy brooks and they are so fun
- they stuck with me since pre-f5 to post-f5 and never treated me differently
- fashion is a big thing for me in this dr, i WILL be having a glow up
- but that will not take away from the fact that i am a genius inventor
- science + art = wonder
- pretty much my entire vibe here
- sue storm is the sister i never had and we ARE known as the "fantastic women"
- she's been there for me with a lot of stuff i love her
- reed is like my brother - him and ben
- they both are so overprotective it's lowkey funny af
- especially with reed who doesn't know the first thing about looking after a teen girl
- benn has been my literal and figurative rock since i was 12-13 and that hasn't changed at all
- my brother in everything but blood
- johnny, my love, my flaming supernova
- he's so energetic, constantly having new ideas and wanting to try new things
- it lowkey rubs off
- idk where i mentioned this but he and i do stargaze from up in the sky
- seeing the full moon from above the clouds is one of the most special moments we've ever shared
- anniversaries are always fun
- holidays are collaborative ideas between him and i
- honestly this whole family is just pure love
Pσ𝓂𝒆ғίσᖇ𝒆
𝓓𝓞𝓡𝓜 𝓞𝓕 𝓥𝓐𝓘𝓝 𝓑𝓔𝓐𝓤𝓣𝓨
ȶաɨռӄʟɨռɢ աɨռɖ ƈɦɨʍɛֆ ǟքքʟɛ օʀƈɦǟʀɖֆ ɮɛɨռɢ ȶɛռɖɛɖ ȶօ ɛʟǟɮօʀǟȶɛ ǟʀƈɦɨȶɛƈɦȶʊʀɛ ʄʀʊɨȶʏ քɛʀʄʊʍɛ ȶɦɛ ֆɛƈօռɖ ʏօʊ աǟʟӄ ɨռ ֆɨƈӄʟʏ ֆաɛɛȶ ǟռɖ ɨռȶօӽɨƈǟȶɨռɢ քɛʀʄɛƈȶɨօռ ɨֆ ȶɦɛ օռʟʏ ȶօʟɛʀǟȶɨօռ քʀɨֆȶɨռɛ ֆɦʀʊɮֆ օʀռǟȶɛ ֆȶǟɨռɛɖ ɢʟǟֆֆ աɨռɖօաֆ ȶɦɛ ֆӄʏ ֆɛɛʍֆ քɨռӄ ռօȶ ǟ ȶօɛ օʊȶ օʄ ʟɨռɛ
քʟʊֆɦ ƈǟʀքɛȶ ֆɦɨռʏ ֆȶǟɨռʟɛֆֆ ʄʟօօʀֆ ֆօʄȶ ƈʊʀȶǟɨռֆ ɖʀǟքɛɖ ǟƈʀօֆֆ ɛʋɛʀʏ աɨռɖօա ɢʟǟֆֆ ɮօȶȶʟɛֆ օʄ ǟʟʟ ֆɦǟքɛֆ ǟռɖ ֆɨʐɛֆ ɢօʟɖ, ʀɛɖ, քʊʀքʟɛ ǟֆ ɨʄ ʏօʊ'ʀɛ աǟʟӄɨռɢ ȶɦʀօʊɢɦ ǟ զʊɛɛռ'ֆ ƈǟֆȶʟɛ ɢօʟɖɛռ ʍɨʀʀօʀֆ ɨռ ɛʋɛʀʏ ʀօօʍ քօաɖɛʀ ƈɦօӄɨռɢ ʏօʊʀ ʟʊռɢֆ ֆքʀǟʏֆ ʄɨʟʟɨռɢ ȶɦɛ ǟɨʀ ֆօʄȶ ɮɛɖֆ ʏօʊ ƈǟռ'ȶ ɮʀɨռɢ ʏօʊʀֆɛʟʄ ʟɛǟʋɛ ռօȶ ǟռ ɛʍքȶʏ ֆքǟƈɛ ɨռ ȶɦɛ աɦօʟɛ ɖօʀʍ
ʍɨռʊȶɛ ƈɦǟȶȶɛʀ ɮɛɦɨռɖ ʄʟʊȶȶɛʀɨռɢ ʄǟռֆ ֆɨɖɛ ɢʟǟռƈɛֆ ǟֆ ɨʄ ʏօʊ'ʀɛ ռօȶɦɨռɢ ɮʊȶ ɖɨʀȶ ǟ ɦʊռȶɛʀ աɦօ ӄռօաֆ ʏօʊʀ ɛʋɛʀʏ ʍօʋɛ ֆȶʀǟɨɢɦȶ քօֆȶʊʀɛֆ ǟռɖ ȶɨɢɦȶ ֆʍɨʟɛֆ քɛʀʄɛƈȶɨօռ ɨֆ ǟʟʟ ȶɦǟȶ'ֆ ǟʟʟօաɛɖ ǟ ʄʀɛֆɦʍǟռ աɦօ ɖɛȶɛֆȶֆ ǟռʏȶɦɨռɢ "ɮɛǟʊȶɨʄʊʟ" ɮʀɨռɢ ʏօʊʀ ʄɨռɛֆȶ ɢǟʀʍɛռȶֆ ɖօ ռօȶ ɖɨֆֆǟքօɨռȶ ʏօʊ ǟʀɛ ɦɛʀɛ ʄօʀ ǟ ʀɛǟֆօռ օռʟʏ ȶɦɛ ʄǟɨʀɛֆȶ ʍǟʏ ɛռȶɛʀ ǟ ɦɛǟɖ քʀɛʄɛƈȶ աɦօ'ֆ ǟʟաǟʏֆ ȶɦɛ ֆȶǟʀ օʄ ȶɦɛ ֆɦօա ǟ քʀɛʄɛƈȶ աɦօ օռʟʏ ǟƈƈɛքȶֆ ȶɦɛ ɮɛֆȶ ʏօʊ ǟʀɛ ɮʊȶ ǟ ֆքʊɖ ǟʍօռɢ ɖɨǟʍօռɖֆ աɦօ ɦɛʀɛ ɖօ ʏօʊ ȶɦɨռӄ ɨֆ ȶɦɛ ʄǟɨʀɛֆȶ օʄ ȶɦɛʍ ǟʟʟ?
ȶɦɨֆ ɨֆ. . .
ƠƇƬƛƔƖƝЄԼԼЄ
DᛜᏒᛗ ᛜ𝓯 ᎶᏒᛊᛊD
ᑲᥙᑲᑲꙆɩᥒɠ ƒɩ⳽ᖾᥱ⳽ ⳽ωɩຕຕɩᥒɠ ᥲɾoᥙᥒᑯ ɠᥙᥱ⳽t⳽ 𓆟 ⳽ᥱɾᥱᥒᥱ ƒꙆoᥲtყ ⳽ᥱᥒ⳽ᥲtɩoᥒ⳽ 𓆟 ᥴᥲꙆຕ ᑲᥱƒoɾᥱ tᖾᥱ ⳽toɾຕ 𓆟 ᥲ ⳽ᥱᥒ⳽ᥱ oƒ ᖾoρᥱ ƒoɾ tᖾᥱ ᑯᥱ⳽ρᥱɾᥲtᥱ 𓆟 ᥲ ⳽ᥱᥒ⳽ᥱ oƒ ᑯɾᥱᥲᑯ ƒoɾ tᖾᥱ ᥒᥱωꙆყ ƒoɾtᥙᥒᥲtᥱ 𓆟 ⳽toᥴƙᥱᑯ ωᥲꙆꙆᥱt⳽ tᥙɾᥒᥱᑯ ᥱຕρtყ 𓆟 ᥲ ᥴoᥒ⳽tᥲᥒt ƒꙆoω oƒ ᑲᥙ⳽ɩᥒᥱ⳽⳽
ᥲϙᥙᥲɾɩᥙຕ⳽ Ꙇɩᥒɩᥒɠ tᖾᥱ ωᥲꙆꙆ⳽ 𓆟 ᑯᥱᥱρ ʋᥱꙆʋᥱt ᥴᖾᥲɩɾ⳽ ᥲɾoᥙᥒᑯ tᥲᑲꙆᥱ⳽ 𓆟 ᥴꙆɩᥒƙɩᥒɠ oƒ ᑯɾɩᥒƙ⳽ 𓆟 ρꙆᥙᥴƙɩᥒɠ oƒ ⳽tɾɩᥒɠ⳽ 𓆟 ᥲ ᑲᥱᥲᥙtɩƒᥙꙆ ʋoɩᥴᥱ ƒɾoຕ ᥲ ᖾɩɾᥱᑯ ⳽ɩᥒɠᥱɾ 𓆟 ⳽ωᥱᥱt tᥙᥒᥱ⳽ oƒ ʝᥲⱬⱬ ƒꙆoᥲtɩᥒɠ ᑯoωᥒ ƒɾoຕ tᖾᥱ ⳽tᥲɠᥱ 𓆟 ɠoꙆᑯᥱᥒ ᥴoᥒtɾᥲᥴt⳽ ᑲᥱɩᥒɠ ᖾɩᑯᑯᥱᥒ ɩᥒ ᑲᥲᥴƙɾooຕ⳽ 𓆟 ᥲ ⳽Ꙇᥱᥱƙ ᑲᥲɾ oƒ oᑲ⳽ɩᑯɩᥲᥒ 𓆟 Ꙇoω ᥴᖾᥲttᥱɾ ᥲᥒᑯ ɠꙆoωɩᥒɠ ᥲຕᑲɩᥱᥒᥴᥱ 𓆟 ωᖾᥲt to oɾᑯᥱɾ?
⳽tᥙᑯᥱᥒt⳽ ɾoρᥱᑯ ɩᥒto ᥱᥒᑯꙆᥱ⳽⳽ ⳽ᥱɾʋɩtᥙᑯᥱ 𓆟 ᥲᥒ oᥴtoρᥙ⳽ ƒɩꙆꙆᥱᑯ ωɩtᖾ ɠɾᥱᥱᑯ 𓆟 ᖾoω ᑯᥱ⳽ρᥱɾᥲtᥱ ᥲɾᥱ ყoᥙ? 𓆟 ᥒotᖾɩᥒɠ ᖾᥱɾᥱ ɩ⳽ ƒɾᥱᥱ 𓆟 oᥒᥱ ᥱᥱꙆ ωɩtᖾ ᥲ ⳽Ꙇყ toᥒɠᥙᥱ 𓆟 ᥲᥒotᖾᥱɾ ωɩtᖾ ᥲ ᑲɾᥙtᥱ ᑯᥱຕᥱᥲᥒoɾ 𓆟 ყoᥙ ᥴᥲᥒ't ᥱ⳽ᥴᥲρᥱ 𓆟 ƒᥱᥲɾ ᑲotᖾ ɩᥒ ᥲᥒᑯ oᥙt oƒ tᖾᥱ ᑯoɾຕ 𓆟 ᑲᥙt ɩt'⳽ ⳽o ⳽ɩຕρꙆᥱ 𓆟 ʝᥙ⳽t ⳽ɩɠᥒ ᖾᥱɾᥱ ᥲᥒᑯ ɩt'⳽ ᥲꙆꙆ ყoᥙɾ⳽ 𓆟 ɩ ᥴᥲᥒ ᖾᥱꙆρ 𓆟 tᖾo⳽ᥱ ρooɾ ᥙᥒƒoɾtᥙᥒᥲtᥱ ⳽oᥙꙆ⳽
tᖾɩ⳽ ɩ⳽ . . .
𝝞𝗚𝝥𝝞𝝜𝝭𝗗𝝨
D0rM 0F JUD63D 50U15
тσωєяιηg ѕтяυ¢тυяєѕ нєαтє∂ ωιтн вℓυє ƒℓαмє Θ ѕℓιgнтℓу ¢ℓσυ∂у ∂єєρ вℓυє ѕкιєѕ Θ ƒℓσωєяѕ ωιℓтιηg αℓσηgѕι∂є ∂ιgιтαℓ яσ¢к ραтнѕ Θ вυzzιηg σƒ тє¢нησℓσgу ιη тнє мι∂ѕт σƒ ωнιѕтℓιηg ωιη∂ Θ нσℓσgяαρнι¢ ρυρριєѕ gυαя∂ιηg тнє ѕтαggєяιηg ƒяσηт ∂σσя Θ α ѕєηѕє σƒ вєιηg ωαт¢нє∂ Θ ѕтαη∂ιηg αмσηgѕт ѕσмєтнιηg вιggєя тнαη уσυяѕєℓƒ Θ тιмєѕ αη∂ єяαѕ мιχє∂ тσgєтнєя Θ αη¢ιєηт gяєєк ƒυтυяιѕм
тαℓℓ ¢σℓυмηѕ ωнσѕє ¢яα¢кѕ αяє ℓιηє∂ ωιтн ѕιℓνєя Θ ρσмєgяαηαтєѕ ѕтяєωη αвσυт тнє ∂σям Θ ѕσυη∂ѕ σƒ νι∂єσ gαмєѕ αη∂ туριηg ємαηαтιηg ƒяσм мυℓтιρℓє яσσмѕ Θ тє¢нησℓσgι¢αℓ α∂ναη¢ємєηтѕ σƒ αℓℓ кιη∂ѕ вєιηg мα∂є Θ νιятυαℓ яєαℓιту αт αη αℓℓ-тιмє нιgн Θ яєℓєηтℓєѕѕ ρυяѕυιтѕ σƒ ƒυтυяιѕм Θ єη∂ℓєѕѕ ℓιвяαяιєѕ σƒ кησωℓє∂gє ραѕѕє∂ ∂σωη Θ σρєη ¢єιℓιηgѕ αη∂ ¢σℓ∂ ѕтσηє ƒℓσσяѕ Θ ѕє¢υяιту αρρσιηтє∂ αт єνєяу ρσιηт σƒ тнє ∂σям αη∂ ση ¢αмρυѕ Θ ¢σℓ∂ уєт тσαѕту αℓℓ αт тнє ѕαмє тιмє
α ѕнυт-ιη ρяєƒє¢т ωнσ яαяєℓу ℓєανєѕ нιѕ яσσм Θ υρgяα∂є∂ υηιƒσямѕ ℓα¢є∂ ωιтн υηѕєєη тє¢н Θ нєα∂ѕ σƒ σяgαηιzαтισηѕ Θ ℓєα∂єяѕ σƒ ¢ℓυвѕ αη∂ єνєηтѕ Θ ησтнιηg συт σƒ ρℓα¢є Θ муѕтєяισυѕ αη∂ ѕє¢яєтινє Θ α ¢увσяg ƒιяѕт уєαя ωнσ ιѕ ѕσмєнσω мσяє нєℓρƒυℓ тнαη мσѕт тнιя∂ уєαяѕ Θ яυмσяѕ σƒ ℓσѕт ѕσυℓѕ ѕтιℓℓ ωαη∂єяιηg тнє нαℓℓѕ Θ α ∂σям ѕσ ¢нιℓℓ ιт'ѕ αℓмσѕт ∂єα∂
тнιѕ ιѕ. . .
ǶƸ𐤠ⱤƬⳜȴ𐤠ƁƳꓴȴ
𖤀𖣠𖦪𖢑 𖣠ꘘ ꛤꚶ𖦪𖤢 𖢑ꛎ𖤀ꛘ𖤢ꕷꕷ
𝕣𝕦𝕤𝕥𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕗 𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕤 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕗 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕚𝕕 𝕥𝕖𝕒 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕤 ♡ 𝕤𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕠𝕪𝕤 𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕖𝕕𝕘𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕫𝕖𝕤 ♡ 𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕥 𝕓𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕥𝕤 𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕡𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕤 ♡ 𝕔𝕣𝕠𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕥 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕪𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕤𝕜𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕖𝕕𝕘𝕖𝕙𝕠𝕘𝕤 ♡ 𝕒 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕘𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕔𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 ♡ 𝕔𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕤𝕜𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕠𝕘𝕘𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕤 ♡ 𝕥𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕜𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕣𝕦𝕝𝕖 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕣𝕤 ♡ 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕞 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕣𝕒𝕞𝕡𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕪𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕪
𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤 𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕣 ♡ 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕤𝕔𝕣𝕒𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕟, 𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕥, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕥𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕖 ♡ 𝕒𝕟 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕦𝕘𝕒𝕣𝕪 𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕤𝕞𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕚𝕣 ♡ 𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕡𝕖𝕥𝕤 ♡ 𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕓𝕠𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕒 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕠𝕗 𝕣𝕦𝕝𝕖 𝕓𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕤 ♡ 𝕙𝕚𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕩 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕤𝕖 ♡ 𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕖 𝕤𝕡𝕒𝕔𝕖𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕝𝕪 𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕕 ♡ 𝕥𝕖𝕒 𝕒𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕨𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕪𝕖𝕕 ♡ 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕗𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕝𝕒𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕠’𝕧𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤
𝕗𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 ♡ 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗𝕗 𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕔 ♡ 𝕣𝕦𝕝𝕖𝕤 𝕟𝕠 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣 ♡ 𝕠𝕗𝕗 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕 ♡ 𝕔𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕖𝕟 ♡ 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕦𝕘𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕕𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕤 ♡ 𝕒 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕕𝕠𝕞 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕒𝕕 𝕡𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣 ♡ 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕒𝕝𝕝 ♡ 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕤 ♡ 𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕤𝕙 𝕡𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕤𝕙𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 ♡ 𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒 𝕤𝕡𝕒𝕕𝕖 ♡ 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕥𝕠𝕡𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕖𝕟?
𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤. . .
𝔇𝔦𝔞𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔫𝔦𝔞
𐌃O𐌐𐌌 O𐌅 𐌕𐋅𐌄 𐌵𐌍𐌃𐌉ᕓ𐌉𐌍𐌄
⳽ⲧⲟⲟ𝖽 ⲁⲙⳕ𝖽⳽ⲧ ⲃⲅⲁⲙⲃⳑⲉ⳽ ⲁⲛ𝖽 ⲥⲅⲉⲁⲕⲩ ⳕⲅⲟⲛ ⳋⲁⲧⲉ⳽ * 𝖽ⲁⲅⲕ ⳋⲅⲁ⳽⳽ ⲥⲅⳙⲛⲥⲏⳕⲛⳋ ⳙⲛ𝖽ⲉⲅ ⳽ⲧⳙⲅ𝖽ⲩ ⲃⲟⲟⲧ⳽ ⲁⲛ𝖽 ⳽ⳑⲩ ⳨ⲉⲉⲧ * ⲏⲟⲟⲧⳕⲛⳋ ⲟⲱⳑ⳽ ⲁⲛ𝖽 ⳽ⲥⲅⲉⲉⲥⲏⳕⲛⳋ ⲃⲁⲧ⳽ * ⳽ⲟⳳⲉⲅⲉⳕⳋⲛⲧⲩ - ⲛⲟⲃⳕⳑⳕⲧⲩ - 𝖽ⲁⲅⲕⲛⲉ⳽⳽ * ⳨ⳙⳑⳑ ⲙⲟⲟⲛ ⳏⲉⲁⲕⳕⲛⳋ ⳨ⲅⲟⲙ ⲃⲉⲧⲱⲉⲉⲛ 𝖽ⲁⲅⲕ ⲥⳑⲟⳙ𝖽⳽ * ⳋⲁⲅⳋⲟⲩⳑⲉ⳽ ⲱⲁⲧⲥⲏⳕⲛⳋ ⲟⳳⲉⲅ ⳙⲛ⳽ⳙ⳽ⳏⲉⲥⲧⳕⲛⳋ ⳽ⲟⳙⳑ⳽
ⲙⲟ⳽⳽ⲩ ⳽ⲧⲟⲛⲉ ⲱⳕⲧⲏ ⲥⲟⲃⲱⲉⲃ⳽ ⳑⳕⲧⲧⲉⲅⲉ𝖽 ⳕⲛ ⳽ⲏⲁ𝖽ⲟⲱⲉ𝖽 ⲥⲟⲅⲛⲉⲅ⳽ * ⳳⳕⲛⲧⲁⳋⲉ ⳨ⳙⲅⲛⳕⲧⳙⲅⲉ ⲱⳕⲧⲏ ⳏⳑⳙ⳽ⲏ ⲥⳙ⳽ⲏⳕⲟⲛ⳽ * ⳽ⲧⲁⳕⲛⲉ𝖽 ⳋⳑⲁ⳽⳽ 𝖽ⲉⳏⳕⲥⲧⳕⲛⳋ ⲧⲁⳑⲉ⳽ ⳑⲟⲛⳋ ⳨ⲟⲅⳋⲟⲧⲧⲉⲛ * ⲟⳑ𝖽 ⲱⲟⲅⲛ ⳳⲟⳑⳙⲙⲉ⳽ ⲥⲟⳳⲉⲅⲉ𝖽 ⳕⲛ 𝖽ⳙ⳽ⲧ * ⲉⳑⲁⲃⲟⲅⲁⲧⲉ ⳑⲁⲙⳏ⳽ ⲁⲛ𝖽 ⳽ⲥⲅⳙ⳨⳨ⲩ ⲅⳙⳋ⳽ ⲟⳳⲉⲅ ⲥⲟⳑ𝖽 ⳨ⳑⲟⲟⲅ⳽ * ⳽ⲏⳕⲛⲉ𝖽 ⲕⲛⳕⳋⲏⲧ⳽ ⳽ⲧⲁⲛ𝖽ⳕⲛⳋ ⲱⲁⲧⲥⲏ ⲁⲧ ⲉⳳⲉⲅⲩ ⲧⳙⲅⲛ * ⳏⳙⲅⳏⳑⲉ ⲅⲟ⳽ⲉ⳽ ⲁⲛ𝖽 ⲧⲏⲉⳕⲅ ⲧⲏⲟⲅⲛ⳽ ⳽ⲛⲁⳋⳋⳕⲛⳋ ⲁⲧ ⲥⳑⲟⲧⲏⲉ⳽ ⲁⲛ𝖽 ⲃⲁⳋ⳽
ⳙⲛⳕ⳨ⲟⲅⲙ⳽ ⲟ⳨ ⲅⳙ⳨⳨ⳑⲉ⳽ ⲁⲛ𝖽 ⳽ⳕⳑⲕ * ⳏⲅⲉ⳽⳽ⲉ𝖽 ⲁⲛ𝖽 ⳕⲅⲟⲛⲉ𝖽 * ⳽ⲙⲟⲟⲧⲏ ⲥⲟⲛⳳⲉⲅ⳽ⲁⲧⳕⲟⲛ ⲉⲥⲏⲟⳕⲛⳋ ⳕⲛ ⳽ⳕⳑⲉⲛⲧ ⲥⲏⲁⲙⲃⲉⲅ⳽ * ⳽ⲟⳑⲉⲙⲛ ⲟⲅⲥⲏⲉ⳽ⲧⲅⲁ ⳏⳑⲁⲩⳕⲛⳋ ⳨ⲅⲟⲙ ⲁⳋⲉ𝖽 ⲅⲉⲥⲟⲅ𝖽⳽ * ⳏⲉⲉⲅ⳽ ⳽ⳏⲅⲉⲁ𝖽ⳕⲛⳋ ⲅⳙⲙⲟⲅ⳽ ⲁⲃⲟⳙⲧ ⲧⲏⲉⳕⲅ ⲏⲉⲁ𝖽 ⳏⲅⲉ⳨ⲉⲥⲧ * ⲧⲏⳙⲛ𝖽ⲉⲅ ⲅⳙⲙⲃⳑⳕⲛⳋ ⳕⲛ ⲧⲏⲉ 𝖽ⳕ⳽ⲧⲁⲛⲥⲉ * ⲁ ⳽ⳑⳙⲙⲃⲉⲅⳕⲛⳋ ⲃⲟⲩ ⲱⲟⲕⲉⲛ ⳙⳏ ⲅⲟⳙⲧⳕⲛⲉⳑⲩ ⲃⲩ ⲏⳕ⳽ ⳨ⲉⳑⳑⲟⲱ ⲅⲉ⳽ⳕ𝖽ⲉⲛⲧ⳽ * ⲁ ⲅⲉⳏⳙⲧⲁⲧⳕⲟⲛ ⲟ⳨ ⲏⳕ⳽ⲧⲟⲅⲩ * ⲏⲉⲁ𝖽⳽ ⲏⲉⳑ𝖽 ⲏⳕⳋⲏ
ⲧⲏⳕ⳽ ⳕ⳽. . .
𝜫𝜤𝑮𝜢𝜯 𝜞𝜟𝜵𝜮𝜫 𝜟𝑪𝜟𝑫𝜮𝜴𝜳
“ℑ𝔫 𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢𝔰, 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔴𝔦𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔭𝔢𝔡…”
the tale starts simply. . .
one awakens to find themselves lain in a coffin of violet velvet and obsidian silk. adorned in the finest robes most have ever seen. wheeled in by headless knights and shadowed stallions, not a bump or tremor felt. led to stand before a humongous mirror of varnished bronze encapsulating a mask that bespoke great importance.
'twas before this mask that your fate for the next few years was determined. . .
are you fond of nobility or laden with shiny bravery? were you a stark advocate for justice or a stickler for tradition? are you incredibly diligent with an eye for perfection? perhaps you possess a cunning side with a knack for taking risks? maybe you value hard work and the beauty of art instead? it could be that you value loyalty above all else, believing you must prove your worth to those you trust. or finally, a keen eye for details and the planning precision of a viper?
what a shame it would be if none of these questions yielded results. . .
but alas. . . the mirror knows your soul nearly better than you do, and it is his choice that harbingers your future. . .
night raven academy. . . a dark school laced with even darker magic. . .
built on black stone and silver foundations, NRA sits atop a towering cliff on the far north side of sage's island. smelling of salt, fallen petals, roasted wood, and tangy sweet fruit. whispers travel far and dastardly activities take place more than twice a week, with hushed coverups and sideways glances.
regardless of your dorm, each student faces a multitude of constants. . .
a timetable of corrupted curriculum, a monotone uniform with only a smidgen of representative color, a deep appreciation for the Seven and their history, a tragically dramatic rivalry with royal sword university, and the collective bared weight of the academy's history with overblotting.
many would think that those last few cause a great deal of separation between the student body, distrust and dishonor as common as rabid rats. but no. . . for some strange reason—a reason even the irresponsible headmaster crowley can't figure out—comraderie is somehow at an all-time high. . .
as if doom and danger brought out the friendliest in people. . .
but let's keep it simple.
the education one receives at NRA is a staple of the esotericism passed down to many magic folk for generations passed.
humanities—magic history and animal languages, connecting with those outside of oneself. to times since weathered, to creatures of fiendish and friendly natures.
sciences—alchemy, astrology, biology, and brewery. commanding elements of mundane and magic, understanding the world around you on an introspective level. birthing capabilities only seen in the wildest of tales.
practical magic—ancient curses, magic analysis, conjuration, and defense. wielding your given right to the craft and using it to your advantage. living up to legends of old, becoming a symbolic figure for children anew. all starting with simple beginner spells. . .
a variety of extracurricular activities and clubs also take place at the academy. . .
for any student, far and wide, from the arts, culinary, dance, sports and more; night raven academy offers its endless bouts of knowledge to any who are so lucky to attend. . .
so go on, awaken newcomer. . .
wear your robes with pride and stand before this mirror, bare, unveiling all you are now and all you will soon become. . .
𝑾𝜮𝑳𝑪𝜣𝜴𝜮 𝜯𝜣 𝜫𝜤𝑮𝜢𝜯 𝜞𝜟𝜵𝜮𝜫 𝜟𝑪𝜟𝑫𝜮𝜴𝜳