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So tired, sleep why do you spurn me?!
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Hiya, AChronum here! Although I'm relatively new to rping, I have plenty of writing experience and love trying new genres and styles. I absolutely love high magic fantasy RPs and am pretty much willing to do anything so long as I can create a charaxter, not play an existing one, and develop lots and lots of backstory! I'm perfectly comfortable with all mature themes as well, although smut for smut's sake is out of the question.

Interested in an RP? Send me a PM and have a magically marvelous day!

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In Strange Academy: Journey into Mystery → 2 days ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Achronum@Trainerblue192@Morose@Blizz@Kirah@PatientBean@KazAlkemi@kittyluna45
Late Morning - Sat. Nov. 2nd, 2040


Mikkail’s Sitting Room

Willow, Nicky, Callaghan, Cassiopeia, Barty, Connie, Jake


The child was throwing a tantrum amidst all this. Nicholas barely resisted rolling his eyes; the young always thought immediate, intense, decisive action was the only solution to anything. In his personal opinion, the situation they found themselves in now was far more likely to be the result of these sorts of attitudes. Did that mean he found the girl’s words acceptable? Of course not. He’d killed others for less but considering she’d already lost a hand, carving that pathetic tongue out of her head would satisfy him. If it wasn’t for the fact he minded Callaghan’s companionship and he was irritatingly attached to her, Nicholas would have done it here and now - not that she would have seen it coming.

“It seems I have naught that you cannot do if my brother finds a preference for another method. However, you seem well equipped with plenty of helping hands and so I shall see myself out of this mess. I have no interest crossing your temper nor engaging in the petulance of a child who refuses to understand the consequences of their actions, so I shall see Willow on her way to a healer. If you have need of me, feel free to call on me; otherwise, my satisfaction will be found with your obliteration with that book.” Nicholas pushed to his feet and rolled his eyes at his brother’s ostentatious display. Nicholas admitted the dog collar around the simpleton’s throat was a nice touch, but the ring of light and long winded chanting was hardly necessary.

“That spell needs no such… Why waste words? You have ignored them for the past four centuries.” Nicholas sighed, a well worn argument between the two. Nicholas supposed it had to do with their magical expression, but such flamboyance in his spell work was little more than a self indulgent farce. Not that his brother seemed to care. Nicholas simply shook his head and offered Willow a hand. “Charged with your safety as I am, it would be well within my duties to escort you if you would permit me. I agree with Connie through and through that it would do you good to quit this place and find respite with Professor Ravoux.”

Into the Unknow

Rohan, Finley/Dysphoria, Annika


As the group reemerged from the Neverish, Sariel reached out her hand. The palm downwards, the runes and glyphs flared as her magic leapt back into her fingers and the air in the room settled, the inky blackness and flickering starlight in the arch fading away.

As Finley scrambled for paper, they found they’d only managed to snatch up a handful of leaves from one of the orange groves. The image of the magical writings seemed almost immediately to fade, much like a dream upon waking, but with Dysphoria’s help, Finley felt confident at the approximation they created.



However, the leaves blurred at the edges and seemed to dissolve as they quickly grew smaller. The bark brought in by Rohan followed suit, the edges disappearing into smoke much like the scene as they fled. The journal too faded away, but not before it offered one last murmur to Annika, a voice different from those before. It weighed on the mind, it soothed the ear, it spoke with echoes of power.

Brief our moments, brazen and bright
Dying hope
Far beyond this dream of paradise


“Welcome back. I figured you would all need a little pick me up so I had some coffee brought down. Anyone need a little?” Sariel gestured to a tray with three coffee mugs, cream and sugar available. “So, lets strike while the iron is hot. What did we see, what did we experience? Any findings worth archiving?”
In Avengers Academy: X of Swords ⚔️ → 3 days ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Danni Kingston
Location: Margaret Carter - The Haunted Tree
Magic Items: Kingston-Grey Bracelet, Warming blanket
Otherworld Fit: Outfit and Hand Bag




Danni gasped audibly. “Vicky? Is t'at really you?” Beanie and Sauna Boi were def big on stranger danger so like, they had to be tight. His eyes teared up as he gently touched her face. His voice broke a little as he spoke. “Is okay, we're gunna fix t'is for ya. Idk why t'e Fey played a nasty trick on ya already; I know magical'll do ya in real quick like, so we're gunna make ‘em fix t'is for ya. It's not fair we all got real cute outfits and t'ey changed your whole face and everyt'in’. Even if I ‘afta be spooky and flamey, I promise ya we'll getcha ba- OH MY GOD, AMELIE DON'T JUMP!” Danni screamed as he looked past Vicky and watched Amelie snapping after the skate board, decidedly her new chew toy, and leapt off the side of the dome after it and vanished from view. Danni let out another ear piercing screech and bolted for the opening.

“VICKY, IMMA SAVE MY DRAGON AND T'EN IMMA FIGHT T'E FEY FOR YOU JUST WAIT, I GOTCHU!” Danni shouted over his shoulder. Danni glanced back just in time to dodge Ben, a little flame helping him twist at the last moment rather than fully slamming into him, but Danni did ruffle his hair as he began to catch air. “‘scuse me, Starlight!” Danni shouted as he rocketed up and burst down over the edge where Amelie had vanished.

Where he expected to see his dragon screeching as she plummeted towards an early death, Danni watched with wonder as Amelie's wings beat wildly. They were straining, the muscles in her shoulders clearly underdeveloped, but she was managing to keep her altitude for a few moments. Danni sniffled, the proud pet parent he was. However, the moment was short lived as she locked up, legs spread out as far as they would go, and wings locked in gliding position. A soft distressed whine issued out and Danni cooed at her distress, shifting closer to her, and hovering just above her. “It's okay, baby girl. You're doin’ so great! Keep t'ose wings straight and feel t'e air currents, yeah? You gotta ride ‘em or you're gunna get real tired and they'll ‘elp ya slow down as you're fallin’. And once ya get used ta t'is, we can fly around together! We can do flyin’ walks rather t'an normal walks or we can do bot’! But I t'ink you gotta follow t'e no flyin’ rule in t'e ‘ouse or t'e ‘rents are gunna be extra spicy, okay?”

Danni stayed close as Amelie drifted closer to the ground, shrieking whenever she left a current or shifted incorrectly and suddenly dropped further than she expected, but otherwise in basic control. Danni looked up at the commotion ahead now that he was settled and cocked his head. Andy was under Spicy and hurtling down at an alarming speed. It reminded him of when they were skating in the sky over their vacation and Andy slipped off the colors. But she was def in better condition this time - she was even shifting herself around in the air and she wasn't screaming, so she ‘ad ta ‘ave everyt'in’ under control. Maybe they were sky dancing!

“Andy, do a barrel roll!” Danni shouted helpfully.
In Testing well everything! → 3 days ago Forum: Test Forum
Danni Kingston
Location: Margaret Carter - The Haunted Tree
Magic Items: Kingston-Grey Bracelet, Warming blanket
Otherworld Fit: Outfit and Hand Bag




Danni gasped audibly. “Vicky? Is t'at really you?” Beanie and Sauna Boi were def big on stranger danger so like, they had to be tight. His eyes teared up as he gently touched her face. His voice broke a little as he spoke. “Is okay, we're gunna fix t'is for ya. Idk why t'e Fey played a nasty trick on ya already; I know magical'll do ya in real quick like, so we're gunna make ‘em fix t'is for ya. It's not fair we all got real cute outfits and t'ey changed your whole face and everyt'in’. Even if I ‘afta be spooky and flamey, I promise ya we'll getcha ba- OH MY GOD, AMELIE DON'T JUMP!” Danni screamed as he looked past Vicky and watched Amelie snapping after the skate board, decidedly her new chew toy, and leapt off the side of the dome after it and vanished from view. Danni let out another ear piercing screech and bolted for the opening.

“VICKY, IMMA SAVE MY DRAGON AND T'EN IMMA FIGHT T'E FEY FOR YOU JUST WAIT, I GOTCHU!” Danni shouted over his shoulder. Danni glanced back just in time to dodge Ben, a little flame helping him twist at the last moment rather than fully slamming into him, but Danni did ruffle his hair as he began to catch air. “‘scuse me, Starlight!” Danni shouted as he rocketed up and burst down over the edge where Amelie had vanished.

Where he expected to see his dragon screeching as she plummeted towards an early death, Danni watched with wonder as Amelie's wings beat wildly. They were straining, the muscles in her shoulders clearly underdeveloped, but she was managing to keep her altitude for a few moments. Danni sniffled, the proud pet parent he was. However, the moment was short lived as she locked up, legs spread out as far as they would go, and wings locked in gliding position. A soft distressed whine issued out and Danni cooed at her distress, shifting closer to her, and hovering just above her. “It's okay, baby girl. You're doin’ so great! Keep t'ose wings straight and feel t'e air currents, yeah? You gotta ride ‘em or you're gunna get real tired and they'll ‘elp ya slow down as you're fallin’. And once ya get used ta t'is, we can fly around together! We can do flyin’ walks rather t'an normal walks or we can do bot’! But I t'ink you gotta follow t'e no flyin’ rule in t'e ‘ouse or t'e ‘rents are gunna be extra spicy, okay?”

Danni stayed close as Amelie drifted closer to the ground, shrieking whenever she left a current or shifted incorrectly and suddenly dropped further than she expected, but otherwise in basic control. Danni looked up at the commotion ahead now that he was settled and cocked his head. Andy was under Spicy and hurtling down at an alarming speed. It reminded him of when they were skating in the sky over their vacation and Andy slipped off the colors. But she was def in better condition this time - she was even shifting herself around in the air and she wasn't screaming, so she ‘ad ta ‘ave everyt'in’ under control. Maybe they were sky dancing!

“Andy, do a barrel roll!” Danni shouted helpfully.
In Camp Lava Lake → 5 days ago Forum: Casual Roleplay




Location: Camp Lava Lake Campground
Skills: N/A
Outfit: Outfit



Aster raised an eyebrow in Em's direction. Working along so nicely with their jailer? What a wild concept. He supposed someone had to play nice; however, the snide, vindictive side of him wanted everyone to make Dobb's life as difficult as possible just because he was the face of the institution they were shackled by.

“I can hear your arteries closing.” Aster informed Nancy grimly as he stared at the nonsense piled on her plate. He snagged some paper napkins and slid them across to her. “I hope this is not indicative of your usual eating behavior. I can see a heart attack in your future. Or worse, a breakout.” Aster delicately cut piece off his hamburger patty and popped it in his mouth, chewing thoroughly before swallowing.
In Avengers Academy: X of Swords ⚔️ → 9 days ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Danni Kingston
Location: Margaret Carter - The Haunted Tree
Magic Items: Kingston-Grey Bracelet, Warming blanket
Otherworld Fit: Outfit and Hand Bag




So much was happening and Danni had so little attention, doubly less when he was trembling at the knees and groaning as a kind hand rubbed his back. His stomach was still shaky and honestly, Danni couldn’t be mad as he finally opened his eyes. Bones under skin… Danni felt his stomach rumble uneasily again and he chased that thought away. “God, t’at was awful. T’ats a terrible way ta start an adventure. T’anks, illi-pede.” Danni muttered as the shadows washed all of his retching away. Danni winced as he pushed himself up again and his stomach protested the movement, but now was not the time for a weak stomach. Vicky and Chase were outside doing something so he couldn’t thank him for the whole clean up crew. “Okay, okay, what was goin’ on now? I was ‘eadin’ ta Dee for somet’in’... Oye, where did t’e sky go? When did we make a dome? I def t’ought all t’at rumblin’ was just me tummy bein’ all upsetti and t’e shakin’ just me, but dan’ t’is is kinda cool yeah know? It’s like a super secret ‘ideout. And like, who is gunna see us in t’is place? We’re gunna look like a rock like all t’e ot’er rocks, yeah? 10/10, would recommend one rocky gal for t’e smartest person award!”

He gasped. Beanie. Had. Wings. Danni helped himself to Beanie’s personal space in half a heart beat, snuggling in close as he poked and prodded at the wings. “T’ese are so cool. Pleaaaaaase tell me you’re gunna keep ‘em after all t’is? I love t’ese. T’ough I don’t t’ink I would want ta rock t’em, I’m ‘appy wit’ t’e fire and t’e flames, but do ya know what t’is means, do ya know what t’is means?! Fly dates! We can go flyin’ taget’er now! Omg, Beanie. Just listen ta me. Ya know ‘ow we ‘an’gout and we like ta dance when t’in’s get like, stressi spaghetti, yeah? Just imagine we do bot’. T’ink of t’e photos. Omg, we can dance for fun and frame it wit’ t’e moon when it’s really big and get photos of it! Oh! We can actually dance on clouds!” Danni was practically vibrating as he ran his hand down the top edge of the wing and slipped into the slit of her clothes to feel where it connected with the skin. “I’mma manniest t’is for us. T’ese are def gunna stay, specially since t’ey seem ta be fully part o’ ya? Like, I don’t t’ink t’at’s comin’ off tbh. T’at’s def like attached ta somet’in’ in ya. Probs your heart. Mhm mhm mhm.” Danni nodded before he gasped dramnatically again.

“Amelie, baby. You’re so big!” Danni rushed away from Sabine and tackled his dragon, sending them rolling through the sand. Danni cackled wildly as Amelie yelped in surprise at the wrestling, but eagerly matched his energy, until the collided with the side of the dome with a heavy thud. They were quiet for a moment before Danni started howling with laughter and Amelie was slipping out from Danni’s arms and bouncing on him over and over. “Wai- Amelie, no you’re not- OOF- You’re not smal-GOD- Stop please!” Danni couldn’t stop laughing as Amelie kept bouncing up and down on him until he finally wiggled out from under her and tapped her on the nose. She playfully bit at it.

“Okay, you’re not a smol anymore baby girl, t’at’s for sure.” Danni huffed a laugh. He felt around for his bag, realized he dropped them both further away, and sighed as Amelie nose around his pockets for anything to eat. “Don’tcha worry. I brought your treats! You’ll - no, I don’t ‘ave t’em on me. You’re gunna ‘afta wait a second.” Danni snorted at the irritated hiss that Amelie gave at the idea of waiting. “I’ll getcha a treat in a sec and t’en we’ll find somewhere wit’ some AC and a real comfy bed ‘cause I t’ink we deserve t’at after gettin’ tossed t’rough anot’er dimmy. Dang, Eli woulda like t’is place too - hm, do ya t’ink ‘e’s gunna be spicy t’at I didn’t tell ‘im I was comin’ ‘ere? Nah, t’ey’re dealin’ wit’ Vengy stuff, we’ll be back before t’ey even notice.” Danni looked around the dome and frowned.

Now why was there a vine around… “Omg, are t’ere secret plant peeps under t’e ground? Are t’ey ‘ere ta eat ya brains? Omg, girlie I don’t really know, I gotcha, I gotcha. Okay, okay, okay, okay don’t worry. I gotcha. I am an expert at t’e whole fire t’in’y, never once set not’in’ on fire I didn’t want ta.” Danni held up a finger gun and popped his hand, a condensed fireball flying out and burning away the vine. He blew on the tips of his finger and mimed holstering a gun. “See look at t’at. Perf shot, 20/10 would recommend. Oh t’at floaty t’in’ is sups cool! Can ya fly too? Wait, where is Dee? Wait, where’s Spicy? Omg, who is t’e old lady? Did t’ey turn inta a old lady t’is time?! Y’all’s choice of glam is wild. But if ya wanna be old, t'at's on you. Don't gotta flex t'e time powers like t'at. T'ough, def a step up - no mustache. I liek t'at a lot.”
In Camp Lava Lake → 11 days ago Forum: Casual Roleplay




Location: Camp Lava Lake Campground
Skills: N/A
Outfit: Outfit



Aster hadn’t noticed the passage of time so much as that time had passed; he noticed the differences when the sun was high and hot versus the slowly fading light casting shadows across his fine features, shifting from sparkling beauty to mysterious seductress and the delicate changes as he shifted from one into the other. It was only when the bell rang and the obsidian surface of the lake offered little and less of himself that the spell was broken and he was drawn out of his reverie feeling warm and pleasant. He stretched, feeling loose and relaxed for the first time since he’d come here, and he pushed himself to his feet. His legs were sore, his knees protesting after kneeling at the water’s edge for so long, and he felt pins and needles up and down his legs as blood rushed back into them. He took a few moments to massage the sensation out of his legs, but even the dirt stains he had to brush off his pants couldn’t chase away his good mood and he hummed to himself as he sauntered back to the main cabin.

Aster pushed open the main entrance and his mouth salivated at the smell of hamburgers, bounding happily in to eat Marco’s food. He wasn’t shy, serving himself a patty without a bun and only scooping a few fries out. He dotted it with a little mustard but he otherwise left it plain, and rustled up a plastic fork and knife. He didn’t even pout at the fact that they didn’t have lettuce for a decent lettuce wrap. “What a pleasant afternoon. If every day will be like this, then I think we’ll have an excellent time.” Aster hummed as he cut delicately into the burger and popped a piece in his mouth, kicking his feet as he chewed happily.
In Strange Academy: Journey into Mystery → 11 days ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Achronum@Trainerblue192@Morose@Blizz@Kirah@PatientBean@KazAlkemi@kittyluna45
Late Morning - Sat. Nov. 2nd, 2040


Mikkail’s Sitting Room

Willow, Nicky, Callaghan, Cassiopeia, Barty, Connie, Jake


Passions flared and arguments simmered, blame and guilt slung like mud rather than discussed with intent. Nicholas sighed as he pushed himself from where he was once kneeling in front of Cassie and rubbed his temples. He could feel the headache building and smoke sounded delightful, but he didn’t want to risk his smoking pipe with so much volatile magic still hanging about them. Instead, he fished out his flask and took a quick swig, stashing it back away, and took inventory of the room. Cassie demanded the book of Cal, the shifter offered some soft reassurances but maintained his resolve it would not be hers, Jake fretted aimlessly over Cassie, Connie suggested they die rather than leave the academy, his brother rightfully bound the immediate threat… Nicholas’s eyes roved Jake’s bound form and hummed appreciatively. If only he was wearing a little les-

The bubbling heat in his veins drew his attention to the moth as a voice unexpectedly rumbled from her. Large as she was, she was soft spoken and sweet - he hadn’t expected such intensity from them and he found it was quite the welcomed change. He wondered if that was something they could channel intentionally or if it was a change when their emotions were charged because he could certainly think of a few ways to draw that out. He licked his lips as he stared at Willow and considered what it would take to draw that out again; after all, it was only the other night they’d been introduced to the variety of experience Nicholas was considering now. Perhaps it would be too forward for her, or Cal. It was something worth considering, perhaps discussing with the shifter since he’d obviously laid claim to her that night, and instead turn his attention back to the bound man who held secrets he should not rightfully hold.

He had no intention of chastising his brother for his behavior. His approval hummed loud and clear across their minds and wrapped thoroughly in his brother’s magic, Nicholas felt no fear as he circled Jake and trailed his fingers alongside the chains. “Pointed fingers offer no solutions. Still these petty arguments all, and focus forward on solutions.” Nicholas spoke, the softness shown earlier shuttered back behind his bored, nonchalance. “Our most pressing issue is the matter of my two covenmates’ health. Skilled as Connie and my brother may be in their trades, an expert eye ‘cross their wounds would offer assurances against further concerns.” Nicholas played with the hem of Jake’s shirt, fingertips dipping beneath it to feel the flesh beneath. “The next concern is the journal and, as Connie so kindly pointed out, how we move forward. As I so aptly pointed out when we were offered this quest, we ought abandon this line of inquiry and persuade our kind professor another avenue may well be best for us. The journal should be obliterated - offered no magic, nor solace, nor kindness. Simply burned from the face of time as far as we can. I have an avenue that would achieve that - gone forever with nary a struggle. Tis simply not here and inconvenient to move.” Nicholas stepped away from his examination of his brother’s prisoner and instead knelt at Cal’s side, tilting his head away from Cassie so he could claim a moment of his attention.

“You have tasked me with keeping our covenmates safe and while I wish I could say that should we be assaulted, my skills would suffice in ensuring their survival, I would not offer you a lie. Their presence I may conceal and their noises I may muffle, I may even confound and confuse with more than who stand in this room now; however, I can not fight tooth and claw like you. I can, however, deal with this threat.” Nicholas pleaded softly, a conversation just meant for him, and offered him a pleading look, his fingers tracing the strong jaw of the man he’d learned to respect and care for over the years. “And in return for your trust and the knowledge you may lose, I would offer you a secret I have told no one through the ages if you’d care for it. I simply ask for the opportunity to close a wound from my past that I had not realized was still bleeding. Would you permit me this kindness?”

Into the Unknow

Rohan, Finley/Dysphoria, Annika


“We believe bringing back things from this realm a good idea. It would help in the discovery of what this place is, yes? More things for witches to examine, more puzzles for those interested in such things. That is the goal, no? Just information?” Dysphoria made a worried noise as the bauble broke in Finley’s hand, tendrils immediately petting over their hand to soothe any sting but they hummed happily when it seemed their Darling was unharmed. “It seems these baubles do not wish to be cla-” Dysphoria cut off as the spot where the bauble fell bubbled with light, yellows and blues and whites bubbling up and popping rapidly, building on one another.

Dysphoria shifted, taking control of the body, and hopped back, watching it carefully. It grew, further and further and further pooling like water. Dysphoria hopped up on the table, tendrils snatching at Annika and Rohan and dragging them up with them. It seeped from the bubbling spot further and further and further, slipping under the door and traveling out into the oncoming darkness. The house shuddered as lightning flashed and thunder roared and rain poured down in a torrent.

The floor rippled once, twice, and suddenly, sunlight poured up on a partially cloudy day and warmth radiated through the house. The roof creaked and buckled and plants grew down towards them, the building stretching as the plants grew from tiny sproutlings to fully matured orange trees in a matter of minutes. The roof opened up and grew further and further and further, an orange grove growing above their heads right before their eyes. The table began to sink into the floor and the stove and instruments vanished in the wind as the walls turned to dirt and fell up towards the grove and settled as a loamy soil.

The table shuddered and shifted, breaking apart at the edges and the wood pieces fell into mulch. The porcelain dinnerware shattered and the pieces flew together into three tall glasses and three heavy pitchers, one full of yellow liquid, another of orange liquid, and the last full of black liquid, that drifted daintily down onto a table that grew in the center of the grove. A sunburst tiled mosaic covered the table top and deftly drawn lines form a series of glyphs and circles within the sunburst. The sound of a fountain gurgling could be heard from afar and a wooden sign could be seen on the horizon, although the wording was too distant to read.

And then gravity reasserted itself.

Dysphoria tried to keep the three together, but their tendrils disappointed around the other two as they tried to use an orange grove to control their dissent, but crashed shoulder into the ground with a groan. They shifted back, their Darling unharmed, but pain lingered in their bond. Their healing factor would take care of it, but in a moment.
In Avengers Academy: X of Swords ⚔️ → 13 days ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Danni Kingston
Location: Margaret Carter - The Haunted Tree
Magic Items: Kingston-Grey Bracelet, Warming blanket
Otherworld Fit: Outfit and Hand Bag




Danni beamed as his sibling peeled all the water off him and Amelie, who refused to let that be enough to satisfy her need to voice her displeasure with the world. Danni giggled and snatched her off his head and swung her around until she was yipping and howling with laughter. “See? T’ere ya go, right as wind and all t’at jazz! Not’in’ ta go scremain’ ‘bout ya know?” Danni laughed as he whirled around, conveniently overlooking that he too had been screaming his displeasure. He came to an abrupt halt as both he and Amelie spied one doggie companion and they glanced at each other before Danni wrestled her back into the carrier. She popped her head out just to fix the dog with an intense stare. “Oookay, no playtime for you yet. Ya need ta remember t’at’s a squishy - it doesn’t ‘ave as much bite as Amour. Do not spook Beanie’s doggie or you’re gunna be stuck in ‘ere for a looooong time.” Danni pressed a kiss to the top of Amelie’s head, who did not bother acknowledging Danni spoke.

Danni flashed Millie a thumbs up at her question and then the new girlie was talking, even as Danni was trying to put two and two together about detention. He wasn’t quite certain why Andy seemed to think it would bring people together; it was just going to be boring for them and they’d probably have to do a dumb school assignment that would make Danni want to tear his skin off but then he’d get yelled at and it’d be a whole cycle. He snapped back in as he heard his baby’s name brought up and he frowned. “If someone wants my baby, t’en t’ey better be ready ta ‘andle t’e heat. The ground around Danni caught fire and writhe up around him in long, thin ribbons and he held his signature fingergun out at Luna. With a pop of his hand, the fire rushed towards her and fizzled out just a breadth away from her nose. Danni blew on the tip of his fingers with a wink. “I’mma melt t’eir faces off and take t’em for everyt’in’ if t’ey even t’ink ‘bout touchin’ my baby.” Danni cocked his head as she continued and bounced up and down excitedly.

“Oh, so it’s all just barterin’? Like, you ‘elp t’em and t’ey ‘elp ya kinda a t’in’ too? Or do t’ey only trade stuff like names? Can I trade ‘way bad ‘air days? I mean, I never ‘ave bad ‘air days, but like some of t’e ot’ers do and I get it, it’s terrible ta ‘ave t’em, not t’at I’d ever know, but like, could we? Like, we don’t ‘ave curralty in t’e French Quarter but we ‘elp each ot’er out. So like, if t’ey need someone ta cook ‘em a meal, can I make t’em food and t’en t’ey can ‘elp us like… idk, find a magic sword or somet’in’?” Danni asked, the one question at a time rule immediately out the door. “And like, I’mma be ‘onest. I don’t really know why anyone would wanna give t’emselves a rash. Like, what if I don’t know t’ere is like… idk, ivy or somet’in’ and t’en BOOM rash. ‘Ow bad would t’at be? Like, I did not necessarily make t’e choice ta walk t’rough the plant but if I do, does t’at mean I broke a rule? Or like, what if a bug bites me and I geta rash? Is t’at a problem? And ‘ey don’t worry! We aren’t on our own! We’are all toget’er and we’re t’e best group ta be in a story wit’, ya know!” Danni beamed excitedly, overing Amelie a few little motes of fire to bite at to keep her content while they wrapped up.

But he was glad it was time for photos. He was very proud of how cute he was today (he was always cute but today especially) and it was definitely worth stealing Papa’s coat. He’d shrugged it a little lower, let it settle across the uppr parts of his arms and he crowded in close to the siblings, every click of Dee’s telekenetic grip a new expression, bunny ears behind Dee and Rillie’s head, and touching as many people as he could at all times. He was definitely excited for new snuggle buddies; they could all have a big ol’ cuddle pile for the next few nights! Danni was super excited, but wasn’t satisfied with how few photos they took. He needed to commemorate the moment, commemorate he was right, and he caught a few selfies in front of the tree as others started jumping in. He’d join them in a moment but he had to get the angle just- Danni had somewhat heard Chase talking about code names but people popping in and out of the fairy ring was really making getting the right angle right. When there was moment of peace, Danni snapped off a handful and eagerly typed away, putting together the perfect photo for his socials with a cute string of fairy and mushroom emojis.

So he was not proud to admit it, but he let out a little squeak as he felt a hand grab him and drag him into a long, sweet kiss. Danni went cross eyed as he focused on the face in front of him and blinked as Chase kept him there, lips locked together. It was a different experience from kiss Ben, far happier to take the lead and more eager to forge ahead. Danni let himself lean into it and then it was over, Chase whisking away and leaving Danni dazed. He brought a hand to his mouth as he watched Chase vanish into the next world and suddenly his face felt like it was on fire as everything caught up to him. He gaped at the fairy ring and then Ben and then back and Ben. “OMG, what t’e ‘eck? I mean, I kinda expect ‘im not ta be mad from what ya told me and, I woulda been mad at ya if ‘e’d ‘ave been mad, fyi, but just takin’ whateves ‘e wants like t’at, jeez. What if I’d forgotten ta rinse of my lip mask? What if I’d been ‘bout ta sneeze? Could ya ‘magine? It’d be terrible. I breathe fire when I sneeze!” Danni sputtered, still processing even as Ben vanished into the ring as well. Well now he was one of the few still behind and Danni wasn’t thrilled about that. He hit post on his socials real quick, shoved his phone in his handbag, and danced his way over to the ring of mushrooms and jumped in…

Only to hit the sand and suddenly he was heavy. Danni shouted, the sound of screams and something sending tremors through the ground afterthoughts as his back slammed hard against the sand and slid a little. Something large squirmed on his chest, the noise strangely familiar, and he tried to catch his breath even as this thing poked and prodded and squirmed and caught his chest with something sharp. “Ow, what t’e ‘eck! Why didn’t we get t’e warnin’ t’at we was gunna be ‘ttacked ‘fore ‘oppin’ trough t’e portal? Get off me! What is-” Danni paused as a dragon snout pressed against his nose and he was eye to eye with Amelie…

But bigger.

“Oh. my. God.” Danni breathed. Amelie had grown from the size of an adorable puppy to the size of a fully grown golden retriever. Her teeth were longer, eyes a little wider, and little puffs of fire and smoke curled out from between her teeth. SHe was breathing heavy, watching Danni carefully, and he beamed. He kissed her snooty and she let out a happy trill, bouncing up off his chest and Danni gasped as she knocked the wind out of him. He made a mental note to get some extra padding under his shirt if this was going to be a normal occurrence. Amelie stumbled as she hit the ground, the length of her limbs unfamiliar to her, and Danni pushed himself to his feet. He went to adjust his coat and glanced down at himself as his hands caught nothing. Danni stared down at his clothes in horror. Not because it wasn’t cute - nah, he was vibing with the patch world stuff. No it was because…

“I’m dead. I’m so dead.” Danni whispered as he realized Papa’s 25th favorite coat had vanished. Anything over 100 was fair game for Danni to steal but if Papa found out he’d not only borrowed it, but then lost it? Danni might as well just never go home. Danni immediately sprinted for his siblings, determined to get ahead of this by some miracle. They were in the fae realms, there had to be some sort of magic to help here, and his feet slipped and slid as he headed to Dorian acting as pet sitter and he realized someone was screaming.

“‘ey what’s goin’...” Danni’s panic faded away at the sight of Sabine on the ground, body twisting and breaking and shifting, and Danni promptly turned away as his stomach crawled up his throat and ejected itself across the cooling sands.
In Avengers Academy: X of Swords ⚔️ → 18 days ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Danni Kingston
Location: Margaret Carter - The Haunted Tree
Magic Items: Kingston-Grey Bracelet, Warming blanket
Second Day Fit: Outfit and Hand Bag




Danni slept great.

A great make out sesh that got cut a little short, a party that Danni had the time of his life at (apparently people were planning and discussing but Danni was too busy not being a stick in the mud; parties were for partying, not talking), and then cuddles back at the dorm. It seemed a little warmer in the room than usual for some reason, but Danni wasn’t complaining. It made him feel all gooey when he went to bed, Amelie clearly much the same, and it helped stave off the cold that usually slithered in when the fan was turned on. Moving heat? Good. Stuck heat? Yeesh. It definitely helped that he’d spent the whole night in the roller rink - he was a little sore all over from running into people, walls, and using his flames to whip around the place in a way that was definitely outside the normal rules but they also took over the gym for an against the rules party so Danni didn’t particularly care!

So the next morning, as they all woke at an ungodly hour because they were definately going to Secret IdentiTea and he wasn’t missing his facial routine because of coffee, Danni really considered long and hard what he should bring. Rillie was loading up reasonable supplies into their school bag and Dee was snatching up entertainment options so Danni realized he needed to bring the self care stuff. He didn’t know what Otherworld skin care was like so he threw lotion and chapsticks into his regular bag and then a handful of other necessities - a little candy for a pick me up, a little gum to help him focus, Amelie’s treats and the chewing gloves he kept for her, ibuprofen (his few times Pops had taken him out on a hike were memorable), hand sanitizer, and nail polish remover in case his nail paint chipped. Those were all the necessities he figured they needed on hand at all times - the rest followed suit with his siblings and he piled them up on this bed for easy access through his tote bag.

And when he realized it was at the Haunted Tree?



“I KNEW IT, I KNEW IT, I KNEW IT! EVERYONE IGNORED T’E ‘AUNTED TREE BUT LOOK AT US NOW! ‘ERE, AT T’E ‘AUNTED TREE, WAITI’ TA GO TA T’E OT’ERWORLD! I WAS RIGHT! T’ERE WAS SOMET’IN’ ‘BOUT T’E TREE; ONE ELSE CARED!” Danni could be heard before he was seen, arm in arm with April, gloating about how his obsession with this tree for the past three years was finally vindicated. He had his tote slung over his shoulder, his handbag in the same hand, and he was sipping at the sugariest iced drink he could order that morning. “I bet t’ere were fairies just poppin’ in and out all t’e time, just easy as ya please and t’at’s why peeps t’ought t’ere was a ghostie, but it wasn’t no ghostie ‘cause it was a faerie! OMG, Dee we coulda gotta faerie ta ‘elp us wit’ pranks t’is whole time! What a waste! T’ey gotta ‘ave some wicked ideas after comin’ in and out all t’e time. I wonder if I can get t’eir autotaph? On like a cherry bomb or somet’in’. T’at be real cool, yeah?

Danni squawked as people tossed things at him, garlic and water, and he tried to figure out what to do with his hands as they came at him. Amelie, who had been buddled up in her carrier and content to watch the hustle and bustle sleepily from inside the warmth of the cloth, perked up at the two things coming hurtling at them. “Amelie, t’ese are not toys. Please don’t-” Danni managed to flick open the bag and shift just as Amelie lunged for the garlic, Danni snickering at the huffing dragon as he successfully snatched it away from her. “Gotta be faster t’an t’at girlie! ‘Ow do ya t’ink you’re gunna catch any prey if I can- WAIT AMELIE NO T’AT’S-” Danni wasn’t quite fast enough, his gloating distracting him just enough that Amelie snatched the water bottle out of the air, stared at him dead in the eye mischeiously, and chomped down hard.

Water went everywhere.

Amelie screeched, scrambling out of the soaking cloth carrier. Danni matched her volume, screaming as his clothes were sunlit soaked, the pleasant warmth of the Los Angeles sun snatched away from him as a liter of water drenched his shirt and pants. Amelie nearly knocked his coffee out of his hands as she thrashed her way up to his shoulders and it was only because of his impeccable reflexes (and tossing his bag to the ground so he could stabilize it) that he only lost a little. It was the little things in life that made them good and if Danni wasn’t able to finish his caffeine, he probably would have written this off at the worst start to an adventure in the world.

Instead, as the shock of cold water spilling on him wore off, he giggled and patted the still protesting Amelie on the head. He fished a treat out of his bag and offered it to her, pleased that the shrill squawk were replaced by the grumpy crunching for a few moments.

“Okay, t’ere ya go y’all! I took all t’e bad luck right outta t’e gate so everyt’in’ else is gunna go perfect!” He looked down at t’e mangled water bottle and sheepish grinned at Chase. “Uh, sorry ‘bout t’at? It was real nice t’ough ta brin’ everyone water! Lemme just dry off real quick!”

Danni felt the fire bubble up, a little quicker than he wanted, but he figured a little singein’ was aright. Until he looked at his bag and realized he was wearing his Papa’s jacket and he stamped down on that real hard. “On second t’ough, Rillie please help!” Danni pouted at his sibling.
In Strange Academy: Journey into Mystery → 19 days ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
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Late Morning - Sat. Nov. 2nd, 2040


Mikkail’s Sitting Room

Willow, Nicky, Callaghan, Cassiopeia, Barty, Connie, Jake


The token caught Nicholas off guard. He expected a scolding at best from the shifter but his agreement had Nicholas’s magic whispering and in his palm, a gold disk with ouroboros lines around the edge shimmered into existence. Staring up at him was a dragon’s eye and when he flipped it to the other, a tendril pale blue smoke wound across the surface. Nicholas stared at it for a long few moments, before he tucked it into his shirt pocket above his heart. The bargain was struck, which meant now he was responsible for the fools Callaghan cared for so deeply.

His impulsivity got him into the strangest messes.

“Nach neònach am mearachd seo. Dè an seòrsa droch ghaoth a tha air do phlàigheadh ​​cho mòr, a bhràthair?” Nicholas sent to his brother silently, nearly taking a step forward to inspect Cassie’s stump after Cal settled her next to Willow but one strange event after another had him halt in his tracks. Jake entered as if he was besotted by drugs, the strange start and stop in all his movements erratic and alarming, and although his manner of assistance certainly lent itself to a few more creative corners of Nicholas’s mind, the simplicity in which he healed a wound Connie struggled with and then what stumbled from his mouth caught his full attention. Nicholas had watched the march of time longer than he cared for and he could not claim to have seen a wound simply taken, like it was a decorative adhesive the younger folk care for so much these days.

“Tha mi ceart gu leòr. Tapadh leibh airson ar cuideachadh. Is dòcha gum bu chòir dhut do chathair fhèin a lorg agus fois a ghabhail. Tha coltas sgìth ort, a charaid. Nicholas suggested, keeping himself calm as he did. His heart was racing at yet another person using that name, a name he’d thought struck from the annals of history when their village burned down and they’d scattered the survivors to the four winds but here it was, spoken as if it was not something that carried a power Nicholas would not care to offer another. He nodded at one of the now empty arm chairs for Jake to sit in and crossed the short space to Cassie, laying a hand on Cal’s shoulder and squeezing reassuringly.

“Nothing threatening. He is a friend; the only thing that cares to hurt us now is the book in your pocket. But should your offer from last night still stand, I would avail myself to it at your convenience.” Nicholas knelt in front of Cassie, and gently lifted the wrist with no hand. He soothed a thumb over the recently healed skin.

“You may experience phantom pains. You too, as the method of your healing is quite unknown to me.” He glanced at Willow’s once open gash. “Should you need something to dull the pain, we grew rather adept at concocting a tincture for respite from it. So oft a round did not explode, a cannon caught the elbow of a man, or an infection lingered more than alcohol could help and the survivors of such gristly amputations found themselves plagued with suffering they could not name. They claimed demons, but the only demons was the loss of their autonomy, an affliction their mind could not cope with.”



Into the Unknow

Rohan, Finley/Dysphoria, Annika


The warmth of the fire seeped into the tatami mats and the warm, earthy, sweet scent of redwood burning in the stove curled through the space welcomingly. The faintest rumble of thunder shook the glass baubles hanging from the ceiling, each holding a different colored liquid ranging from rich amber to a faint pink, and at the entrance was a small shoe holder. Interestingly enough, a well worn leather notebook sat on the table; somehow it went unnoticed when looking in from the outside, and a few instruments were hung on the wall: a koto, a sho, and a tsuzumi.

The light outside dimmed and clouds gathered far above the canopy.

Dysphoria’s tongue flickered out. “We taste no lingering presence of a creature, so either it is safe or it is magicked. Oh, perhaps there will be a secret trap. This would be fun.” The baubles caught Dysphoria’s eye and they swayed in tandem with them. “Oh, Darling, these are delightful. Do you think our Dewdrop would like a shiny like this? They like shiny things.”

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