[cyborgishly]

Mark maybe

Male, either in au or my kingdom au

[Silver Pandorica]

Mark!!
Female
Can’t decide if they’ll be in my future au or my pirate au rip

Possibly a hacker/computer nerd in my future au, helping out Lena and Cai??

[zoocyte]

mark

[La Volpe]

mark!!

[kittykore]

Mark

[.paris.]

♡♡♡

“Dwell on the beauty of life. Watch the stars, and see yourself running with them.” ― Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

[huddson]

willing to make art for people entering this, pm me if you want some

[doubledare]

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You look so Seattle but you feel so LA....
and i love the way you hurt me
it's irresistible

[mango marmalade,,]

[0] the beginning.
My fist thumped against the rotten wood, sending a musky smell to seep out from the cracks. In the dark cellar, the only light that was illuminating the dark walls was from a flickering candle.
I stand up, brushing the dust off of my dress before moving to flip the page in the ancient tome. The dust swirls around me, making patterns in the dancing light of the candles. Looking on to the first paragraph of the page, I begin to speak aloud.
"Ego vos coniuro
Per deo verum
Per deo vivum
Qui vos creavit,
eos super montes et per eum"
I grit my teeth as I feel the pressure in the air rise. The orange glow from the walls begins to change into an ominous blue, sending dark shadows flickering along the floor. My ears pop in unison, and I grimace against the feeling in my brain. But I continue chanting softly, letting the words flow out of my tongue smoothly.
I find that soon, I don't have to focus on the words and form them in my brain. They come on their own.
"Vesti vectum amictus eus super montes stabat aquae
Alpha grammaton
Per hoc nomen et per hic per ius ionem
Per tribius bovis"
My hands ball into fists and my eye twitches as the light grows brighter, filling the room. Now my chanting falters slightly, my voice hesitating on the final line of the chant. I can feel the power in the air, a massive force that is waiting to see what i will do. Is this the path I will take?
Yes.
"Spirits, rise."
A massive gust of wind smashed through the room, blowing out every candle simultaneously and knocking me to the floor. I held my breath tensely, waiting to see what would happen.
A creaky voice warbled out of the dark. "So, you called?"
There was no going back now.

[1] greater good.
The chair was uncomfortable. The room was hot. So why was I still here?
"name, you're here because you've made some bad decisions regarding your magic."
I snorted loudly, causing my sisters to look away from me. I examined my fingernails, obviously not listening to what my 'therapist' had to say.
"name, I really think that you should be worried about your future. Do you know wht necromancy does to people?"
I wanted to start laughing. I was a necromancer now. This stupid therapist didn't think I knew what the long term effects were? What a joke.

[MrBoodle]

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