#ncophyte

"Hey, Mr. Amzy?? Are you sure this is the right recipe? 'Cause it kind of....reads like it'd put people to sleep....with nightmares...." Crewel couldn't tutor so she asked Mateo. That might have been a bad idea.

"The assignment was for temporarily speaking to animals...."

Why is he-

A step back, only to be changed into a last-minute duck, the Ramshackle Prefect’s legs stretching into an almost painful split.

It happened too suddenly.

A person, someone that Prathamik has only heard the name of, charging at the otherworlder without any sort of warning.

Oh God-

He’s been attacked before- stray dogs, Grim, overblots- he’s been attacked before, so he can defend himself okay enough.

Not when she’s the direct target, though.

He scrambles to get back up, shuffling away from the assailant, eyes flicking to and about-

Where’s a way to leave, where’s a way to-

Stray dogs, Grim, overblots; if she can, she’ll run away- if she’s in a position to, Prathamik will try and escape- if there’s nothing stopping her, she’ll leave it to everyone else-

A chair.

A chair, lying inches from his grasp.

A distraction.

A way to escape, to preoccupy the enemy, to blind them and run out the back door, finding somewhere safe-

Take his time...? But- he doesn't want to be slow! He always had fun going fast... The warlock perked up at his boyfriend and blinked a couple of times his way. Did he want to suddenly go slow? Did Mateo want him to go slow? How dare, the nerve! "But..."

"Teo, why is there a pile of notebooks in the kitchen....?" Isn't that a fire hazard?

grabs you. Tightly.

LOWKEY YOU WERE MY LIVESAVER OUT HERE. WJDJWKSK

Bc when I made this blog I was fucking SCAVENGING for twst rp Blogs but a good majority of them were minors dni or were mutuals only and didn’t follow me back. Or some of them just. They just. Eugh. Yknow?

And I saw your blog and I’m like ‘oh my god??? A Rook rper? AND Azul???’ And the promo?? Fucking chef’s KISS. BEAUTIFUL ASS SHIT.

Anyways I followed you and i was like ‘plsplspls follow me back’ AND YOU DID!! And I remember being SO excited I wanted to run around and shit.

anyways when I looked through some of your writings YOUR PORTRAYALS??? HOLY SHIT. WHAT THE HELL???? AND YOUR OCS ON BOTH YOUR BLOGS???

For each “⭐️” I get, I’ll write a headcanon about our muses. ( accepting ) @ncophyte

Sayaka is a cutie wrapped up in the goshikku gyaru aesthetic and I could go on and on about the ship ideas I have for her...however, I will limit myself to only the top 5.

Now, if someone were to ask me what is my ultimate ship for Saya...it would have to be Saya and Jade. I am a SayaJade truther. Despite her being extremely introverted, there's something about Jade that she feels comfortable enough to just yap to him about anything and everything that comes to mind. In my mind; they are Malaria and Grim in a different font.

Okay so, this idea came to me like a week or two ago and I never had the chance to bring it up until now...but the idea of Saya and Idia really intrigues me. Platonic or romantic- something about these two interacting with each other scratches my brain in a satisfying way.

As I have mentioned, Saya is extremely introverted in comparison to her sister. It takes a lot to break Sayaka out of her shell, hence why Saya and Cater would be a good pair. This is strictly platonic because I don't see them being in a romantic relation- but it would be nice for Saya to have another friend that helps her become more social.

Another platonic one and I don't have much to say about this one...but if you lock Saya and Lilia in a room and they would become friends and considering their fashion choices?? I feel like they would borrow each other clothes.

And last but not least...Saya and Kalim. Now hear me out; extrovert/introvert, black cat/golden retriever...I feel like with enough plotting and development those two would be a sweet little couple. Idk I just think they'd be neat.

@ncophyte asked:

Good morning (For Raoul~)

GOOD MORNING

It takes longer than usual for Raoul to wake up, and when he does, he actually feels a little disoriented, a sign that he's had a long, uninterrupted sleep. A very rare occurrence for him.

Bright blue eyes flutter open, blinking a few times to focus on the beautiful, familiar visage he's met with, not even a breath away from his own face. Mateo, who's using Raoul's crystal arm like a pillow, seemingly unbothered.

Raoul flexes said arm, curling it around the other teacher to pull him closer, crystalline fingers cupping his cheek as if he can't quite believe he's actually there.