whew haven't logged onto here in a hot minute, lemme just drop these off before once again disappearing for 6-12 months:
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We're Tied by the Roots of Whatever We Share
Relationship/s: F!Apprentice/Muriel/Asra, as a whole, but also individually explores Muriel/Asra; Asra/F!Apprentice; and Muriel/F!Apprentice. Feat. my apprentice Rei, the OG baby ghorl 🫶
Word count: 14,147
Summary: Muriel loses, then finds, then makes his own patchwork family, and watches it grow, and grow, and grow.
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Aphrodite in Disguise
Relationship/s: Asra/F!Apprentice; Muriel/F!Apprentice; Nadia Satrinava/Fem!OC; Julian Devorak/Fem!OC; Portia Devorak/Male!OC. Again feat. my apprentice Rei and the rest of her horny fam
Word count: 3,519
Summary: They're all goddesses, in their own way. And what's a lover to do, if not worship?
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anyway hugs and kissies to whoever's still in the arcana fandom i guess 'cause i can't really say that i still am either lmao. enjoy babes!!! 😘
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We’ve moved on from the Magaambya for now, but we’re not quite done with magical schools yet, for now we’re taking a look into the far future of Starfinder.
Though Starfinder is a science fantasy setting, there are still four spellcasting classes, and many more classes and archetypes that are at least magic adjacent (Not to mention the remnants of older casting traditions presumably best represented by converting Pathfinder casters to Starfinder), which in turn demands the need for magical schools to teach a handy percentage of them. After all, not everyone is self-taught or learning via correspondence course.
Some schools may specialize in a certain discipline or be broader in scope, but all have their share of eager young students. Heck, some may even be practical courses teaching courses for certain vocations, such as magical soldier, first, leaving theory for later, while others are more esoteric and seek to inspire students to seek answers to the great mysteries.
Today’s archetype represents someone who is currently attending, or perhaps recently attended, such a school, and offers benefits based on the lifestyle and mindset of such a student. Some may wish to retrain out of it in the future, but others may continue to enjoy the multidiscipline magic and skills that it offers.
This archetype is perfect for any sort of game that focuses on such a magical academy, but remember it can be also used by spellcasters learning remotely, or those that joined the party as part of research for their thesis.
So without further ado, let’s look at what makes these students so special.
Naturally, only spellcasters can take this archetype, since the abilities therein are tied to spellcasting as a whole.
Anyone who’s attended higher education is no doubt familiar with the idea of cramming for exams, and these mages can put that skill to use by studying hard on a single spell to temporarily add it to their arsenal.
Academia also exposes them to many different disciplines, allowing them to add a single spell to their arsenal from another spellcasting class, which they can change as they grow in skill and knowledge, though obviously as someone outside the discipline, they can never learn a spell on equal power with their own focus.
As students of magic, these mages also spend time researching the minutae of specific spells as part of their various thesis, making that spell a bit more potent and hard to resist, though again, as they grow in power they usually move on to other spells, specializing in them instead.
As we can see, Magic Academy Students bring themes of youthful vigor to a character, as well as a dash of versatility thanks to their ability to learn a useful spell in an emergency and take a single spell from outside their discipline. (It is very easy to forget to take language-based spells when traversing the galaxy). What’s more, buffing their favorite spell and gaining an extra casting of it each day can be very useful indeed for some characters, and every spellcasting class can benefit from it in some way.
While magic schools have been handled in all sorts of media, not all of it good, a school in a science fantasy setting likely feels a bit different compared to the medieval fantasy or even a modern fantasy setting, making it ripe for interesting plot points to bring up with your character. Just try to avoid some of the grosser tropes of college fiction. Just because your character was somewhat inspired by American Pie or Van Wilder doesn’t give you carte blanche to make the rest of the group uncomfortable.
What started out as a way to spy on their rivals has grown far beyond the control of espionage as the Intergalactic Mage Games have grown beyond the initial proposal by the embri school of Arcana Dominatus. However, many embri political figures have been lobbying to shut the games down for fear of “cultural pollution” from other species and ways of life, especially now that the games now occur in neutral territory instead of on AD grounds.
Perpetual nervous and fearful of the outside world, the dromada Peega is struggling to work up the courage to leave the school she has been studying with for field research for her thesis. So, eventually, she put her precognitive powers to work and saw glimpses of the crew that would keep her safe on this journey, which leads her to the party.
Receiving the blessing from her queen, the young formian alate who has come to be known as Chirpsong has decided to attend a magical academy to further her understanding of her own burgeoning psychic magic in hopes of becoming a truly mighty queen someday. However, fearing that outside forces may see the future queen as a tempting prize, the queen quietly offers some of her classmates payment in exchange for watching over her.
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Here's the last of my "Reversed endings are just like the beginning of the game, but flipped for delicious, delicious irony" Series, feat. Julian x Fem!OC
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When the smoke clears, there is only this: the ashes of a dead count, the gap in everyone's memories, and the need for someone to blame.
Nadia's hold on the city is too tenuous, too fragile, for her to afford not to dispense justice.
The people will blame Julian, again.
(But not if she can help it.)
Embri raises her hand, then her voice, bending their doubt to her advantage.
She takes the fall.
"Embri," Julian protests from beside her, horror dawning slow on his features as he realizes what she's doing. "Don't." His right eye peeks out from underneath his bangs, healthy and whole.
(That's something, at least.)
"Perhaps we can come to a satisfactory arrangement regarding your . . . transgression," Nadia offers, hesitant. "Will you come quietly?"
The crowd's murmuring grows louder. She's the perpetrator, isn't she? someone whispers. Doesn't she deserve mercy? someone else says.
She confessed. She should be punished. She's guilty.
Only one whisper for every hundred dares ask: Is she really?
The people want justice, and Justice wants blood.
"Embri," Nadia asks her again. "Will you come quietly?"
It is worth it, this thing she'll do. She regrets only that she has to break Julian's heart.
"No."
Embri shimmers, wreathing herself head to toe in lightning, brighter and brighter until everyone has to look away.
(Well, almost everyone.)
"Embri!" Julian screams.
She leaves behind only empty air when the light finally fades.
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She stays just long enough to say goodbye.
Julian finds her in a forest clearing at the very edge of Vesuvia, leaves and dirt staining his Masquerade attire as he crashes through the bushes. She all but falls into his embrace, allowing herself this last selfishness before she goes.
"Please don't do this," he begs. "Please don't go, Em. I need you here."
She sighs, pressing a hand to the sharp jut of his cheekbone, and whispers, "It would've been you, otherwise." (It would've been you, and I could not allow it.) Saltwater spills over her fingertips. "And you couldn't escape the way I did."
He laughs, strained, and pulls away both his mask and hers, letting them fall on the leaf-littered forest floor so he can lean his forehead against hers.
"No, but I could've made it flashier," he says, grinning, before he grows somber. "I'll go on the run with you," he whispers, ardent. "It doesn't matter where we end up, Em. Just take me with you, please."
"Then they'll think you're guilty, which kind of defeats the point," she refuses, laying a kiss on his perfectly imperfect nose. "This is something I have to do alone."
"But—"
"I'll come back," she promises. (She hopes it's not a lie.) "I'll visit. Maybe—maybe Nadia'll figure out what to do, while I'm gone."
His mouth tastes like goodbye when she kisses him. "See you when I see you," she says, through a watery smile.
"Em—"
She steps out of his reach, out of moonlight and into shadow, disappearing into the evening mist before he can ruin her resolve.
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She writes him often. Postcards from everywhere she's been, though naturally she's long gone by the time he gets them. Mail is slow, but she's grateful for it—it's harder to track her down that way.
Say hello to Portia for me, she writes. Give everyone my regards.
He can't write back, of course. She misses him, but she learns to live with it.
Wish you were here, she wants to write, but doesn't. She doesn't want this life for him; she wants him in Vesuvia, safe and happy and loved, with his friends and his family and his life's work.
Wish we were together, she wants to write, which is marginally more true, but she doesn't want him with her if it means he'll be in danger.
She sits, tapping her quill against her lip as she looks out the post office window. The sun is sinking lower into the sea, and where he is, further north and west from where she is, he will be just about waking.
(What she really wishes, more than anything, is to be waking up alongside him.)
Love you, she writes, simply, and hopes he understands.
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And when the longing gets too much, when the urge to see him overcomes her obligation to stay away, she crawls back to Vesuvia, hidden by spell and shadow.
It's always worth it.
"Embri?" Julian says, blinking in the candlelight. "How did—did you pick the lock on the door again?"
"Nah," she shrugs, stepping closer with a cavalier grin. "Climbed in through the window."
He laughs, and takes her into his arms, a melancholy smile on his face. "Romantic as that is, Em—all this? Midnight rendezvous, secret trysts?" He shakes his head. "This isn't the future we fought for."
"No," she agrees. "But it's the one we have, anyway."
She kisses him, because sunrise is only a few hours away, and they don't have time. They stumble onto the bed, all frantic hands and heated touch.
When he wakes in the morning, she's already gone, leaving only a faint impression on his bed to suggest she was ever there.
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