A 魔法 sort of 仁.

キーフリー__銀葉樹_ _🌊

Independent, insanely selective roleplaying blog for QIFREY of WITCH HAT ATELIER.

Taught by SENSEI.(He/Him/25+)

溺__ _祟り魔術 -𖣂 - -;;樹_ RULES __

__The basic etiquette we've established for eons of roleplay apply as usual here; Don't steal my things, don't godmod, I will absolutely take us both down if I see fit.

__Not spoiler free, nor are they tagged - proceed at your own risk!

__Mutuals only. I will not follow or interact with MINORS! If I don't follow back in a few days, assume it's me, not you.

__Qifrey is considered demieverything, with a definitive lean towards close, trusted individuals.

__I do tend to write quite a bit and with gay little dramatic prose, you never have to feel the need to mirror, I just get excited.

__CRITICALLY LOW ACTIVITY - we're talking like, I post a few times a week, and with a few other blogs that I also neglect, don't expect much in the way of consistency. Ol' Sensei works full time and has the social spoons of a half-eaten nougat bar.

PROMPTS| |MULTI| |HEADCANONS| |FFXIV VERSE| |

Open skies; Kokuko // Dandi // Madi // Frost

@heirnihlus sent; "Hey, Twigs for Brains. What's wrong with magic squares? They just count as shitty circles or it do something weird to the magic? Bigger explosion?"

水魔法__While the dormancy of that tranquil seed was now within his grasp of understanding and power, his heart still skipped a beat whenever the concept was broached - whether the void-drenched beast knew it from their other acquaintances, or her own exaggerated perceptions was, at this point, not necessarily poignant to the voracity of the matter at hand. He had been asked a question! About magic! Zoen had asked him about magic! The gleam in his remaining eye and the vibrancy he exuded was nigh palpable, immediately gathering ink, parchment and pen with such enthusiastic fervor he nearly tripped over his own excitement, correcting at the last moment in order to expertly draw ink on all three pages.

"Oh, but there are other shapes! Those would be the Keystones and Runes within a spell! The 'Glyph' has to be a circle, yes, that is what completes the spell and activates the other components within it. If you simply draw a square around your other markers, then that will, in turn, become its own Rune or Keystone, and amplify the spell. A drawn ring has no end, it is continuous in the sense that it will only flow into itself, giving the components within it the 'life' it needs to manifest permanently... or at least till the ink is disturbed."

@berrymvses sent; i don't want to talk to anyone. from richeh ~ via [ 𖣂 ] - still accepting!

水魔法__Others might sigh, here, allow their frustration to extend to the nascent imagination they had previously accepted as a boon, but he firmly believed that no teacher had the right to hold their charge in contempt for any reason. He had nothing to lose if she refused a lesson or two, after all. But his dear apprentice did. Each set-back was a step back from progress, not turning away from becoming an amazing witch, but from that unique, impossibly important sense of self, independence that allowed someone to believe they could thrive in a world they did not create.

"That's perfectly fine, as lonely as it may be. I'll talk to myself then, here in this 'empty room'."

He sat reclined against a nearby stone desk, out of the way enough so that he wouldn't be blocking any opportunities for escape, but close enough so that wherever she was, she might still hear him.

@fortuniis sent; ”thanks but no thanks.” from utowin via [ 𖣂 ] - still accepting!

水魔法__It was something like desperation, a distinct distress emanating from every facet of his being as he pressed the full scope of his presence against the knight, as though being closer than normally comfortable would somehow make his argument more poignant. A fluffy beast was anxiously dangled aloft with both hands, held like an effigy or offering to a stubborn god, the Brushbuddy's blank expression never wavering even in the face of Utowin's staunch rejection.

"Ehh?? Really?? Ah - please! I just need you to watch him for a moment! Isn't it your duty to protect? He needs your protection!"

Wiggling the creature with escalating alarm, which would cause its caterpillar-like body to sway with ridiculous intensity, he would eventually press it hurriedly against the spearman's chest, letting go irrespective of whether or not his mission was accepted or the poor thing fell.

@taiyou-torikomu sent; ┋ᵈᵉˡⁱᵛᵉʳʸ ᕦ⊙෴⊙ᕤ ᶜᵘʳˢᵉ⇢  ❛  no one should ever carry the burden you do.  ❜  catching up & checking in prompts ↺ Getou - via [ 𖣂 ] (and feat. gojo)

水魔法__A delicate timbre of ceramic against wood, metal against ceramic, steaming water making its voracity known as a call to be removed from the heat of the situation it found itself in; In the moment, he felt a bit of kinship with the teapot as he lifted it gingerly from the soft flame rising from etched parchment, only there was no one available to remove him from the aching heat. It hadn't been that long since the vaguely humanoid entity had climbed through a unique anomaly in their Windowway, startling his dear apprentices and making an absolute ruckus - a magic-user by another name, utilizing distinctly forbidden spells, though given he seemed to be another species, he would not be bound by their laws. With a bit of pressing, he and the other individual haunting the portal didn't seem to be connected to his own enemies, so he chose instead to be a cautious host. Perhaps a mistake, as their senses were far more acute than he could have proposed, but given the animalistic traits, maybe that was on him for lacking suspicion. Be it by scent or sight or something in beyond the scope of human perceptions, his 'condition' was assessed and broached, if not offhandedly, by the second 'Sorcerer', mentioning it in a way that made it seem like the first vulpine creature had always known as well. Before all else, he stressed the importance of his dutiful Watchful Eye's ignorance, to the point of survival being an issue otherwise, and he would lie or plead or bribe or threaten if that's what it took to keep them silent. That had been a day ago, which was the only reason he could remain steady-handed as he poured boiling water into Getou's cup, the idle effervescence to his demeanor only pausing momentarily as the statement turned in the mind's eye like a fascinating trinket.

"That's very kind, but please, don't misunderstand - Mine is the same burden that every life carries just by being alive. Everyone has to weigh their heart against their mind in every circumstance, I am no different. In fact, my burden is being carried by others. Normally, your survival would be, at the end of the day, in your own hands, yes? Mine is being ensured by others, most aren't so blessed."

@heirnihlus sent headcanon questions from a meme she reblogged because fruit bestows fruit - via [ 𖣂 ]

🍑 ) how meticulously does my muse look after their physical appearance? do they spend a lot of time on their hair, makeup, grooming, and clothing? is there a particular reason why they do or don’t?

While most of a witch's attire is for practical purposes, each one will have a cloak to hide the method of their artes from the Unknowing, and a personalized pointed cap to denote them as a member of said vocation, Qifrey does tend to possess the flair and flourish of one who takes said 'personalization' very seriously. Even before he himself knew of the Silverwood, as a child, he was very self aware of the scar where his eye should be, always hiding it, and even going as far as utilizing magic lenses later in life to cast shrouding magic on it, suggesting that the rumors and remarks from his fellows regarding his less-than-precise and perfect vision did affect him more than he ever lets on. He was also raised by Beldaruit, who is a magical diva, so we could probably just blame him for the meticulous drama.

🍅 ) how does my muse feel about plastic / cosmetic surgeries & procedures? is it something they have done or would do? do they mind if others do it?

Illusionary magic aside, transformation magic and magic applied directly to the human body is strictly forbidden, and Witches are not allowed to learn medicine, to ensure that the Unknowing are necessary even without having access to spells. Such procedures wouldn't be as common in their realm, as their standards of beauty and equality aren't based on appearances, and as someone who had their eye removed and replaced with a parasitical hell-tree as a child, he wouldn't be particularly enthused to be around a surgical table. Seeing the suffering that transformative magic has caused repeatedly, on both unwilling victims and those who chose to perform it on themselves, he's not particularly fond of the concept in general.

🍉 ) which of the four seasons suits my muse best, and why?

In terms of preference, Qifrey enjoys summer more than anything; The warmth, the buzz of life, the clear skies and vibrant stars - you can look up and always see that path forward. If someone were to imbue him with a season, it'd be winter. Biting winds and obscured sight, every step covered in blinding white as soon as you take it, difficult to endure, with only a promise of something new in the distance. Bitter, desperate survival, only possible by the heat of another, all while lasting such a harsh amount of time you question if it was worth the effort to reach spring.

@heirnihlus stood outside my door and howled(three times); via [ 𖣂 ] still accepting! 'i heard you yelling.' 'i heard you yelling.' 'I SAID, I HEARD YOU YELLING.'

水魔法__Somewhere, across the rift, separated forcefully by slowly waning barriers, made unsound by the absence of their crystalline warden, rested a home atop windswept, grassy hills. It was empty, currently, the same desks, same counters, similar pots and pans, loose parchment with practiced bouts of creativity strewn loosely, all beginning to gather dust in the absence of life. A piece of the world at whole, he had tracked the same exact location to a hill ridge in Coerthas, and rebuilt their atelier alongside his best friend. The concept of memories was such an interesting one, and he was nigh used to rarely recalling pivotal parts of himself, or inflicting the same curse on others. Their own memory-erasing spell, the glyph and keystones that made up the clockface of the ancient invention 'Kairos', happened to be very similar, which meant their own sundered creation was something of a derivative. Neither revelation was why he forced open the door with hitched breath, brow damp with anxiety, a singular eye raising to take in the wraith without recognition at first, gaze somewhere distant, somewhere his own body had never seen.

"So you came running...? That's so... kind, I hope I didn't disturb you much. you, ah.. rarely announce your visits, so you'll have to excuse the mess." Shadows went wherever shadows were, it never seemed too concerning when the patchwork behemoth showed up across the places in between, though he did wish they weren't so... loud. But he had heard her over the roaring depths, far more vast and gelid than he recalled from the first time he had inexplicably stepped into the sea... no, this would be the first time... The stifling pressure of airless lungs, falling endlessly with no discerning direction towards hope... A memory...? Or conflation of circumstance? Either way, he truly despised being wet.

"The girls are out with Olly, and they tend to maneuver him soundly for hours. So unless that was a job well done, I can pour tea!"