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How I imagine the girls ask for cuddles after a nightmare:
Agott, the No, Nevermind, Works up the courage to go to the door, but talks herself out of knocking and goes back to bed.
Coco, the ‘Father, I Frew Up’, Stands in the doorway and meekly asks if Qifrey (or Olruggio) is awake.
Richeh, the Brushbuddy Slide, silently worms her way under the covers and into Qifrey’s arms.
Tetia, the Missile Strike. Self explanatory.
If coffee exists in the WHA universe, don't give it to Agott or Riliphin.
One of them will use it to get more done (and try to repeatedly do so). The other will just get more anxious and jittery.
No coffee. Nothing stimulating. Give them relaxing tea or something instead.
I can't help but wondering what it is that "controls" the witches. There's clearly something above them. Either a force or a being or something. It's hinted in the manga. Like when Easthies almost says too much (that they're not the ones to decide what's ok or not sure Galga loses his memories), or Vinanna's talk about that cold wind and later mentions that the Sages have their secret. There's something big we don't know yet, I'm very sure of that and I want to know what it is.
Until then, Easthies' action are mainly fuelled by trauma, since making up a higher force or being is a too big of a hc for me to feel comfortable with.
questions only sentence starters
if you are sending to a multi-muse, remember to specify the muse that the sentence starters are being sent for .
who . . .
“ Who are you? ”
“ Who do you serve? ”
“ Who taught you that? ”
“ Who’s really in control here? ”
“ Who are you running from? ”
“ Who did this to you? ”
“ Who’s coming for us? ”
“ Who do you think I am? ”
“ Who else knows about this? ”
“ Who are you trying to protect? ”
what . . .
“ What are you? ”
“ What do you want from me? ”
“ What are you hiding? ”
“ What were you planning to do? ”
“ What just happened? ”
“ What did you see back there? ”
“ What did you promise them? ”
“ What happens if I don’t let you go? ”
“ What are the rules I’m not supposed to break? ”
“ What happens after the portal closes? ”
where . . .
“ Where did you come from? ”
“ Where are we? ”
“ Where are you going? ”
“ Where were you when it happened? ”
“ Where does this path lead? ”
“ Where did you get that scar? ”
“ Where is everyone else? ”
“ Where should I stand? ”
“ Where did you put the body? ”
“ Where were you hiding all this time? ”
when . . .
“ When did this start? ”
“ When were you going to tell me? ”
“ When was the last time you felt safe? ”
“ When do we leave? ”
“ When did you stop trusting me? ”
“ When does this end? ”
“ When did you realise the truth? ”
“ When do things go wrong? ”
“ When did you choose this path? ”
“ When will you look at me and be honest? ”
how . . .
“ How long have you been watching me? ”
“ How did you survive? ”
“ How much do you remember? ”
“ How are you this calm right now? ”
“ How bad is it? ”
“ How did you know my name? ”
“ How far are you willing to go? ”
“ How many lies have you told me? ”
“ How do you live with this? ”
“ How are we supposed to fix this? ”
are . . .
“ Are you human? ”
“ Are you okay? ”
“ Are you lying to me right now? ”
“ Are you scared? ”
“ Are you tired? ”
“ Are you hiding something? ”
“ Are you bound by oath or by magic? ”
“ Are you trying to start a fight? ”
“ Are you always this dramatic? ”
“ Are you going to explain or just stare? ”
do . . .
“ Do you trust me? ”
“ Do you remember your name? ”
“ Do you remember me? ”
“ Do you miss them? ”
“ Do you always talk this much? ”
“ Do you have any idea what you just did? ”
“ Do you ever sleep? ”
“ Do you want me to stay? ”
“ Do you think I’m stupid? ”
“ Do you believe in fate? ”
have . . .
“ Have you eaten yet? ”
“ Have we met before? ”
“ Have you been here long? ”
“ Have you done this before? ”
“ Have you ever killed someone? ”
“ Have you been lying to me? ”
“ Have you lost anyone? ”
“ Have you forgiven yourself? ”
“ Have you always been like this? ”
“ Have you already chosen a side? ”
is . . .
“ Is this place real? ”
“ Is something bothering you? ”
“ Is that weapon even legal here? ”
“ Is this your idea of a joke? ”
“ Is this your way of flirting? ”
“ Is someone watching us? ”
“ Is it supposed to hurt like this? ”
“ Is there a way out? ”
“ Is this what you wanted? ”
“ Is it too late to turn back? ”
can . . .
“ Can I ask you a weird question? ”
“ Can you hear that? ”
“ Can I trust you? ”
“ Can you keep a secret? ”
“ Can we slow down? ”
“ Can you help me bury a body? ”
“ Can you look at me? ”
“ Can we talk about what happened? ”
“ Can you stop pretending? ”
“ Can you promise me something? ”
will . . .
“ Will you stay with me? ”
“ Will you tell me the truth? ”
“ Will this ever end? ”
“ Will you protect me? ”
“ Will they come back for us? ”
“ Will you remember me? ”
“ Will you choose a side? ”
“ Will you regret this? ”
“ Will you still look at me the same way? ”
“ Will you stop me if I’m wrong? ”
should . . .
“ Should I be worried? ”
“ Should we be running? ”
“ Should I follow you? ”
“ Should I be afraid of you? ”
“ Should we pretend this never happened? ”
“ Should I stay or go? ”
“ Should I believe you? ”
“ Should I be honest with you? ”
“ Should we trust them? ”
“ Should I have come here? ”
would . . .
“ Would you do it again? ”
“ Would you lie to protect me? ”
“ Would this have been different if I had stayed? ”
“ Would you really let me die? ”
“ Would you have saved them instead? ”
“ Would you still care if you knew the truth? ”
“ Would you leave if I asked? ”
“ Would this hurt less if I understood? ”
“ Would you forgive me? ”
“ Would you choose me this time? ”
could . . .
“ Could you survive without me? ”
“ Could this world exist without you? ”
“ Could this get any worse? ”
“ Could you teach me how to do that? ”
“ Could you be wrong? ”
“ Could you be lying to yourself? ”
“ Could you forgive them? ”
“ Could this be a trap? ”
“ Could you handle the truth if I told you? ”
“ Could you live with the consequences? ”

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The girl's muscles tenses as Qifrey crouches down beside her. She already knows what he's about to say and she knows he's right, yet, she can't except anything but perfection.
"I know, but I need it to be perfect. I can do better. This is just... mediocre slop," she replies angrily, grabbing a new sheet of paper to restart her drawing.
Such mediocre work. One can hardly believe the girl is an Arklaum.
The voice echoes in her mind. Accusations she's heard her entire life. She was never good enough for her family. Never good enough for her mother. For a second, her hand trembles, but she takes a deep breath to steady herself.
She is not mediocre. She can't be. Nothing but perfection will suffice.
One day, I will write a post about how the Knight Moralis aren't evil and are, in fact, needed and just take the hate that will follow from writing that, but not today. Don't worry, there will be criticism, too.
featuring muses from Witch Hat Atelier, xianxia novels and comics.
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Bio: Agott Arklaum
Name: Agott Arklaum
Profession: Witch Apprentice
Age: 12
Birthday: 8th of July
Place of Birth: Great Hall
Relationships: Adina Arklaum (mother, estranged); Qifrey (master); Olruggio (teacher); Coco, Tetia, Richeh (friends and fellow apprentices)
Sexuality: Asexual, homoromantic.
Personality: Serious and hardworking. Very ambitious, but with a tendency to focus on what she can't do rather than what she has achieved already. Low self-esteem and very self-conscious with a need to prove herself and be the best. Not good with emotions and have a tendency to react with anger when she feels insecure, embarrassed or frustrated with herself. Though, she is also very protective and caring, even if not always as obvious. She longs for acceptance and praise, and be seen as "good enough".
PHYSICAL
Build: Slim
Height: 143 cm (4'8")
Hair: Black
Eyes: Dark purple
Skin: Fair, but tans easily.
BACKGROUND
Agott was born into a prestigious family, the Arklaum, who have served as librarians at the Tower of Tomes for generations. She has been under pressure to succeed since birth, but no matter how hard she worked, what she did was always just seen as mediocre by her family.
At the time of her debut, she was accused of presenting someone else's spell as her and instead of hearing her out, the rumours were believed and she was kicked out from the Arklaum family.
Almost immediately after, she became Qifrey's first apprentice.

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I changed Easthies' background a bit. He still has forbidden magic trauma, but he's now the cause of it. I re-read some manga stuff and changed my analysis of it.
Chapter 26: Easthies being displeased with Lord Kukrow.
Besides those who breaks the Pact, Easthies also very much dislikes those who don't do their duties. Especially when it's Masters neglecting their apprentices.
Yes, this is partly because apprentices without support are more likely to turn to forbidden magic, but it's also because teaching someone magic is a sacred job. It is the foundation of their society. It's an honour. Don't treat it like nothing when it means everything.
Every word spoken should have been a surprise to him but it wasn't. The teens demeaner. His self depreciation. It made sense to him because he knew the tragic story behind it. Discovering Richeh that day when he was in the Great Hall with Olly had lead to the damnation of a witch who mistreated his students, Riliphin most of all.
He was a brave boy, protecting his sister in a way that only he knew how. Qifrey thought he was quite commendable and Beldaruit taking him in was par the course. He was sure he felt pity for the teen, at first, but he knew that his Master saw potential for a great witch in him.
"You are not now, nor never will be, a problem Riliphin." Qifrey offered softly, steeping his fingers together as he spoke. "My bedroom is yours for your time here. I assure you that I have other places to rest and it is my duty as your Predis to make sure you are taken care of while you're here."
Gesturing with a hand, he lead the soft spoken teen further into the Atelier, to show him where he'd be staying.
"Richeh is Richeh." He smiled softly. It was something his little student liked to say. She was sure of who she was and every day she was learning. She was toeing the line of the boundary she set for herself and slowly coming out of her comfort zone. Her magic was still hers but she was more open to learning about others.
"When she gets back, I'm sure she'll be excited to show you her secret place and all of the magic she has come up with on her own."
Large light blue eyes look up at Qifrey, a moist glisten to them. The teens breath hitches slightly as he takes in what the man said. He's not a problem, not now and not in the future. His Master had said so, too. Not a problem. That he is a brave and capable boy. He can never fully believe it. Though, with Richeh having forgiven him, something inside him had cracked open, laying the ground for healing. There's not a noticeable difference yet, but such things take time.
"If that is your wish, it's not my place to deny your wishes," he replies, allowing Qifrey to lead him further inside the Atelier. Guiding him towards the bedroom.
Riliphin smiles. It's soft, and still a little shy, but genuine. "She is. She really is. No one can produce such dazzling light as Richeh," he says, warmth spreading in his chest. The love he feels for his sister is beyond measure. The fact that she has forgiven him still makes him want to cry.
"I hope she will. I want to see it all. Hear everything she has to say. It's been four years." The teen sounds excited, but then sadness settles again, gnawing on him the way his guilt and anxiety do. "That's my fault. I didn't... I thought I had lost my right to be her brother when I didn't speak up against our former Master..." Riliphin confesses, something he wouldn't have told Qifrey had he not been one of the main witches involved in justice being handed that master, and had Richeh not already shown she had long since forgiven him.
Lord Beldaruit had been right all along.
Then he blushes a bit and duck hos head, wringing his hands once more. "Sorry, Predis Qifrey, I-I'm rambling again." He shouldn't be so self-centred.
A short and pleased chuckle escapes Dio when he feels his ass be groped with love, anyone else and he'd make them regret even having a hand to begin with, but Nat was his partner, one of the two men he chose to be in his life until death does them apart, so he has a pass for that, plus, despite his complaints about the pants not fitting, he's very proud of his ass.
"I'd like to see you try." The blond invites Nat to try and take the piece off of his body, feeling it be quite snug on his thighs, then leans in and presses a soft kiss to his lips while cradling his cheeks between both of his gloved hands. "And please, don't tell Lio. Let me have a week of peace before he discovers that I'm this much of a failure when getting clothes from normal stores -- I even did the neckline test, it fit the neckline... but I didn't count on my ass being my doom."
What a problem to have! For shame! There are people who'd kill to have this kind of issue, and here's Dio, pouting because his pants don't fit.
What a thing to return home to. The tiredness he had been feeling has already been eased. Not just by groping that lovely ass, but also by just being near one of his precious partners again. All three of them are very busy and their schedules rarely matches.
Nathanael's hand wanders a little, tugging slightly at the trousers. They are indeed rather snug on his thighs. "Hmm... that is indeed a problem... You really are too thick, my love," he says, sounding not the slightest bit displeased.
Hearing his pleading, Nat laughs and then kisses Dio again. "I won't tell your brother. You can do so yourself," he informs him as he nuzzles his cheek.
How are you? Wait, did I ask that already? / coco and agott!!
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Agott blinks and looks at the other girl. No, she had not asked that before and she doesn't understand why she's asking it. It's not like she's the one who was in danger.
"I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?" she replies, not meaning to sound as angry as she does. Not that she is angry, she just doesn't like being asked such questions, especially when there's no reason for it.

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Made Easthies a playlist. Well probably add to it with time.