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Out of topic, but... Turns out I'm unnervingly good at cards against humanity-

Magister Vasyl': Merlin OC

"The memories I am to regain? The ones you keep talking about? They were never mine to begin with. I'm not 'regaining them', unfortunately. More like: they're being shoved down my throat unceremoniously and implemented into my being. Without my consent."

© Magister Vasyl', about their fate as a Merlin.

Magister Vasyl' - The Strange Omen.

They never wanted to be Merlin. They were never supposed to. It was by accident that their newly opened portal led them to a world, where the soul of Merlin was seeking a new vessel. It was by accident, yet now they're bound to this role. Ever-changing, versatile... Right after they finished being mentored by the former Silver Diplomat.

They've learnt much more than mere dimensional travel from their ancient mentor. Much more than they were supposed to. They learnt how to think. Carrying an almost eerie resemblance of Kyrié themself - inwardly and outwardly... However they don't tread the fickle path of the facades that Kyrié, their former mentor, took. They're very honest. Sure, they might lie here and there, but ultimately - they're honest. Sometimes blunt, even, about their opinions and views. Much more blunt than the one they looked up to. If Kyrié could be confusing and strange in their own eyes - Vasyl' is ten times that. Always thinking. Often failing to find the right words to say. Always being worn out by their duty. Fluctuating constantly while trying to figure out where their heart truly lies. "Merlin... What kind of title is that? So odd..".

Odd indeed.

Good afternoon, Magister. I hope I have come at a convenient time for you? I wish to return these items to you, which you have so thoughtfully left with me the other day. The tea was delicious and I am certain the cup's unique and beautiful design has significantly contributed to the soothing effect. And here is the blanket, carefully laundered and folded. You have my thanks. May you now enjoy an undisturbed and peaceful evening. *Cyan places the items on a sideboard and bows.* (-Magister Cyran)

(The scenery is as follows: the modestly sized room is filled with the light from outside beautifully. The stained glass in the window on the furthermost wall paints the sunshine into a magnificent, sunset-like shade of gold, and under said window is a tight yet cosy nook (for reading?). The room is warm and filled with a subtle scent of cedarwood, from the modest archway on the right comes a light steam, akin to that of a kettle nearing boiling. There are two large bookshelves in the room - one on the farthest wall, one on the wall to the left. On the same, latter wall is another large shelf, but it doesn't appear to store books, but something different. The room is very vibrant and full, but it's slight chaos seems... Organised?)

(Magister Válkyrie is caught putting back one of the objects stored in the last mentioned shelf.)

Válkyrie turns their gaze to face the unexpected visitor, a bit flustered. But upon recognition a smile appeared on their face.

„Oh! What a pleasant surprise! Greetings. Don't worry, you've come at quite the convenient time. Your visit is not of disturbance, Magister.” They finish the task of putting back said object, before making a swift gesture with their hand somewhere to their right - the music that previously filled the air softly and languidly stops. Then, they bow their head in greeting additionally.

„Ah, I see. Thank you very much for bringing them back.”

A pause lingers..

„I dare assume, your duty calls you now? No time to spare has the dearest Court Mage?” The tone of their voice is calm, as always, but there's a hint of almost melancholic hopefulness to it. But there's barely enough of it to even seem real. And even if - the jest in the last sentence masks it well.

(A/N: sorry for the long response, I can't help myself... graphomania... x[)

OC Info./Author's note

Froggish here! Reporting the following:

I am majorly rewriting whatever lore I already have for Válkyrie and thus I'm officially renaming them to be just Kyrié Myrskyj. And their soul - to Korven. But there very well might soon be an OC with a name similar to Kyrié's former one.

: Author's Note :

...

Válkyrie is not androgynous enough....

I'M GONNA REDESIGN THEM AND YOU CAN'T STOP ME! >:)

Когда хочешь следовать сюжету, но не можешь пройти мимо места рыбалки:

When you want to follow the plot, but you can't pass by the fishing spot:

current trend on twt wanted to share on here

Out of topic Part 2, but my current 7-hour choir rehearsal sounds like an awfully good idea to write a little something for a modern-ish theatre(?) AU with my sillies...

There's a ponderous knock at the door, followed by two smaller touches along the grain of the wood. It's muffled, but there's a fond-sounding mumble about "cedarwood" before the door creaks open. "Hello, Magister? I was told to just come in, but I thought I'd at least knock..." They seem to trail off, like they've forgotten the rest of their thought. Taking a small breath, they refocus on the scene in front of them. "I was...also told that you're well traveled, and might be able to help me track down the origins of a plant I was studying. It appeared rather suddenly in my study with some lingering dimensional energy." - magister-verdant

(magister Kyrié)

The sweet scent of smoke and cedarwood immediately fills their lungs. Kyrié peeks out from the arch that leads to their kitchen.

"Ah, good evening, good evening! I'm glad you were able to find my humble abode. Come in, make yourself at home! Unless, of course, you're planning to take me to the source of your worries. I'll ring you some tea if you so wish." Kyrié smiles broadly, the corners of their eyes crinkling, as they offer a small bow of their head in greeting. They then approach and close their door quickly, before facing the guest again. Their voice is even and slightly gravelly, which isn't surprising, given their age.

"I'm quite flattered that it is I whom you decided to turn to with your... Predicament, chère. I may not be the crème de la crème among dimension travelers but I'll be happy to offer a helping hand. Should I end up not being helpful - fret not, I'll redirect you to someone who probably knows way more than even I do about all things interdimensional. Nonetheless!" The Magister chirps rather gleefully, strolling over to one of their many bookcases.

"First and foremost, I can tell you that only a few dimensions are unstable enough for flora or fauna to traverse the dimensional barrier. Could you describe the plant to me, perhaps? Better yet- its energy?"

Finally done with it! It's not a very high-quality doodle, but I'm happy with it. It has what it needs and it does its job. Besides - now I have a nice little self-portrait

So yeah, all the flags fitted onto all the sillies:

Kyrié is genderqueer and aromantic (but NOT asexual, probs multisexual)

The smoke™ (a.k.a. Magister(?) Kour) is xenogender, occasionally leaning more towards agender

And their creator is agender and pan...ish?

Anyways, HAPPY PRIDE Y'ALL!

(also, on a sidenote - the entire outfit of Froggish (me) is heavily based on my real life wardrobe :3)

Little pride month celebration W. I. P.

Also known as: FROGGISH face reveal! :D

Gonna add my silly billies next to their whimsical and definitely not scrawny creator, all with their flags :3