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Edited so hard I accidently made our first event horse whoops.

Username: BlueEyedKite
Name: Mysel
Height: 16 hh
Gender: Male
Coat: Corcra Dom White Greying Grullo
Eye: A Blue That is Also Green
Horn: Quiet Twilight
Marqing: Classic Negative Gradient Faded
Alignment: Unaligned
Fete: Fae


So, courtesy of Koel, this is the comp:

If they were in an anime, what would their arc be?

Edits allowed, up to one Extra allowed.
It IS okay to reference plotlines of existing animes (and media) but please tell me what you referenced! Give credit where it's due.

2500 word limit. You do not have to reach the cap.

End Date: Wednesday, June 17th, 2026 at 5:00 pm MST (0:00, CS time)

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So, What Happens in Their Anime?:


[kenlen]

Username: kenlen
Name:
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So, What Happens in Their Anime?:

MARQINGGGGGGGG

[BlueEyedKite]

Username: BlueEyedKite
Name: Mysel (my-cell)
Gender: male
So, What Happens in Their Anime?:

An avid anime enjoyer clicks episode 1 of Jupiter Rising thanks to the promotional art featuring an attractive, powerful white-haired protagonist.

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A streak of screaming light split the sky. Shadows banished in an instant as night became day. The ground shuddered. A boom reverberated somewhere far off. In the midst of the storm, an isolated figure cowered.

“Come on, come on, my beauty.” He held aloft a crystal wand, its end split into three spires. Faint purple sparks flared to life from the trio tips, only to be snatched away by the buffeting gale. The wizard’s hand trembled as he guided the wand in a practiced pattern, above a pile of kindling. Still the colorful embers died away. “Blast this confounding magic.”

Above his head, a leafy canopy thrashed to the whims of the wind. Around him, the forest groaned like an animal in death throes. One singular commotion outranked them all in ominous threat. A great stamping, rustling. Something, substantial, was closing in.

“I s-shall prevail.” The dark was punctuated by momentary glimmers of violet light. Each one in shorter intervals than the last. “By the cosmos, I’ll—I’ll endure this night.”

An explosion sounded. No, no detonation, a hulking beast had come crashing through the brush. The air felt charged. Arcs of electricity skittered over the shaggy form of the thunder bear. It rose up on its hind legs. Impossibly tall. Lightning gathered within its gaping maw. Impending strike on the brink of release.

The wizard, in its crosshairs.

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A banger of an anime opening begins to play. Mysterious and attractive faces grace the montage of cycling scenes. It ends on the white-haired protagonist gazing upwards as Jupiter crests the horizon. All fades to black.

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The picturesque town of Sterling was dressed in her finest, welcoming travelers from across Etherium. A banner, stretched the length of the entryway to the town square, heralded, Welcome, seekers! The cosmos awaits your ascension!

Those seekers gathered near a stage adorned in cloth themed after the night sky. Above hung the many banners of the twelve, the zodiac. Each the colors of their house and featured the symbol of their star sign. Beneath stood witches and wizards awaiting the newcomers. Their fine attire gave them away as leaders to their respective guilds.

One such leader, clad in Scorpio’s black and red, was preoccupied by a collective set apart from the seekers. He gazed, transfixed, for many a mote gravitated towards a central figure. He was tall, handsome of face. A young man with long, white hair. He spoke animatedly.

“Yes, my father, or as you know him as Grand Master Barrow, is quite pleased this sacred day has come.” He paused to field a question from the audience. “What house?” He smiled coyly, “why of course, any of the twelve garners his respect. To be sure. Though, who could fault his pride, should my magic reveal Scorpio? I myself sense the influence of Mars within me.” Murmurs of agreement surged from the crowd.

Suddenly, a woman with silver hair beneath a jade pointed hat, approached the podium. She flourished her wand to shape a spell in sparkling green light. As the glittering pattern dissipated, she began speaking. Her voice was magically amplified.

“Welcome, motes from near and far. It is time, at last, to commence the Ascension Ceremony.” A roar of applause followed, from seekers and witnesses alike. The witch unfurled an ornate scroll before turning her attention to the young hopefuls. “When I call your name, please approach the dais and perform the spell displayed. Wait for my instruction before taking your place under the banners of your newfound house.” Her gaze returned to the scroll, “Amirie, daughter of Dame Alanna, of Libra House.”

A timid young lady climbed the stage. She approached the dais and swished her wand. Sparks formed a floating rune. At its dying, a single ember shot upward before exploding. A new symbol twinkled in midair.

“Libra,” the speaker announced. At once there was cheering. “Amirie, do you vow to value diplomacy and creating rich social circles? All the while, avoiding in yourself holding grudges and self-pity?”

“I do.”

The young witch crossed the stage to be welcomed by the leader of Libra House. Next, other novice magic users were called up. One after the other their zodiac was proclaimed.

“Mysel, son of Grand Master Barrow, of Scorpio House.”

All eyes fell on the only son of the most powerful wizard of the southern biome. Mysel strode with confidence to the dais. His wand, an unusual tri point, he waved to the motions depicted within the spell book. Purple sparks formed a rune that melted away to one skyrocketing cinder. When it ignited, a dazzling display formed for all to see. There was one diagonal line with an arrow cut through.

“Sagittarius,” the speaker declared.

The smile upon Mysel’s face faltered. He blinked up at the sign of the archer. Then, he recovered with a hearty chuckle as he turned round. Truly, his thoughts were a swirl of disbelief and yet, in growing measure, intrigue.

“Mysel, do you vow to be generous and ever optimistic? All the while, avoiding overpromising and speaking thoughtlessly?”

“I do,” he said.

One and all broke into jubilant frenzy. For, the brightest of Sterling had ascended!

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The sun hung high in the sky when the motes assembled at the brushbuddy breeding grounds. The seekers had traded their formal wear for outfits in the banner colors of their house. Mysel looked positively royal in the rich purples of Sagittarius. He was in the middle of showing off the intricate embroidery of his mantle to an admirer when the jade hat wearing witch called for attention.

“I know you are all excited to embark on the next leg of your journey but know that you will not get far without the aid of a familiar.” A long, fuzzy tube with legs scurried up her shoulder and perched from the brim of her hat. “My own familiar,” the funny creature stood at attention and chattered away in squeaky yips, “has seen me through trials innumerable. So, treat them with respect.”

More of the curious beasties approached from the boundary of the Twilight Glade. They were all low to the ground and cylindrical in shape. Every one showcased a fluffy coat. But they had their differences. Some had ears, others antennae, and still others many pairs of legs. Every style and variety of brushbuddy was present, anticipating.

“In your spell books, page seven, you will find the sigil to entice your brushbuddy.” The witch made a sign with her wand. The rune she produced faded, and in its place, a plant took shape. It had a thick stalk which ended in a bouquet of puffy, soft blooms. Not unlike down feathers. The brushbuddy upon her hat gave a chittering cry. It leapt off and raced to the plant, smooshing its face into the feathery flower. Their witch advisor gestured to the plant, “the scent it gives off will be unique to your aura. Irresistible to your fated familiar. Now, find a secluded spot, and give it a try.”

Mysel was first to depart. He headed straight for a halfmoon of man-sized rocks. The brushbuddies, that had been busy sun-bathing, scattered at his approach. The wizard sat at the precipice of the tallest rock. He opened his spellbook to the required page. The rune depicted looked simple enough. He traced the pattern in the air using his tri point wand. Some of his peers crept up to the rocks to watch. Mysel’s rune had been executed flawlessly. The plant that sprang up in the spell’s wake was hearty and bursting with the feathery blossoms. None of the nearby brushbuddies came forward. For a heartbeat, Mysel heard only his own breathing and the swish of the wind in the branches. Then, blessedly, a brushbuddy stepped out from the shadows.

She was a magnificent specimen. Her coat was glossy white. Her eyes were as red as polished rubies. Most extraordinary was a singular golden horn at the apex of her skull. This was the rarest variety of brushbuddy, a mystic.

She pranced more than walked to the plant. She considered it, sniffing and purring, before setting her sights on the wizard. Mysel offered his hand as she neared. The brushbuddy accepted this by climbing up his arm to nuzzle his cheek.

“What glamor I have found in my new companion. I shall call her, Snowmane.”

The scene faded to the shouts of ‘Snowmane! Snowmane! Snowmane!’

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Mysel stood against a colorful backdrop of sky on the verge of sunset. Snowmane dozed within the fur-lined hood of his travel cloak. Upon his back he carried a pack stuffed to the gills with comforts for the road ahead. There was a modest crowd to send him off. The majority of the seekers had retired to the inn.

“Why not spend the evening dining and dancing? Leave with the caravan of Sagittarius House on the morrow,” the leader of Scorpio tried to reason.

“Nay, father,” Mysel embraced his da warmly. Snowmane chuffed indignantly when the hug jostled her chosen bed. “The testing grounds call to me. I assure you, I need not but my magic and dear Snowmane.”

And with that, Mysel bid everyone a fond farewell. He traveled towards the horizon with the crowd of well wishers growing smaller and smaller. Yet his heart swelled with all the confidence of youthful energy and the thrill of adventure ahead.

His first night was uneventful. The following day passed equally as fair. On the third day troubles brewed. He lost his food satchel crossing the river Meander. Thankfully, Mysel did not go hungry. What with Snowmane there to guide his foraging. Unfortunately, his familiar failed to alert him to the bumblemoth nest underfoot. Travel was slow going when he nursed itchy bites. Still, they pressed on. Somehow they found themselves turned around after a full days journeying. A break for supper revealed that the map of the Wilds was not in his possession. Mysel came to recall he’d last seen it in the drawer of his bedside table, in Sterling. No matter! The wizard had spied some lights in the forest ahead. Surely the main road was but a wooded stroll away.

They chased those lights until the shadows grew long. Darkness crowded them. There was nothing to be done but set up camp. However, their pavilion is raised by spell craft. By a rune Mysel had yet to memorize. There was not enough light to make out the sigils within his spellbook. What spells did Mysel recall? Having magic influenced by a fire sign meant that fire magic came more intuitively. He knew the motions for a simple fire summons. Mysel tasked his familiar to help him gather kindling. During his search, an ill wind blew. Rain was quick to follow. By the time he returned to camp, a storm raged overhead. Desperately, Mysel tried to light his bundle of sticks, only to realize his magic would not come forth.

We return again to the thunder bear. Its towering presence poised to unleash a static charge. Mysel, having lost all hope, neglected to lift his wand.

SCREEEEE

Snowmane charged ahead of her master with solitary horn leveled. A blinding burst of brilliant sparks shot from the tip of the brave brushbuddy’s horn. The thunder bear roared. It stumbled back.

“Good show, Snowmane,” Mysel shouted gleefully. “Quickly now!”

They make a mad dash in the opposite direction. Mysel tripped over root and rock. He was sure he could hear the bear at their heels. They break through the thicket only to come face to face with a rocky wall. There is no mistaking the bear’s arrival as it lumbered through the brush, electricity crackling in sizzling pops. Mysel pawed at the wall, trying in vain to find a hand or foothold.

A glow flashed from above, then, the forest floor came alive. A hedge coiled up from the ground like living spools of ropey thorns. The barrier stood between the thunder bear and its prey. Mysel looked to Snowmane in wonder. Snowmane was squeaking, chattering, at a branch above their heads. Suddenly, vines come cascading down from the canopy.

“Hurry! Grab hold,” a voice urges from the heavens.

Mysel grabbed the nearest hanging vine and was promptly whisked into the treetops with alarming speed. The wizard can’t believe his eyes. He’s making eye contact with a man, standing in the threshold of a… house? In the trees? This man is wearing an emerald tunic. His mind is too scrambled to remember which zodiac such colors belong to.

“Ah, he gives chase,” the emerald-tunic-wearing wizard remarked. He gazed below.

Mysel looked down as well. The thunder bear was scaling the trunk of his temporary shelter. Before he could scream, the other wizard flips to a page in his spellbook. He flourishes his wand. A spell saves their hides, this one in the form of a carnivorous plant. Thorny teeth snap at the thunder bear. It mistimes a swipe of its paw and is rewarded by an acidic spray from the jaws of the hostile vegetation. This proved enough for the bear.

His rescuer threw back his head and gave a cheery whoop!

Mysel scrambled along his branch until he could reach the treetop abode. He collapsed just inside the room. “Snowmane? Snowmane?”

“Your familiar is here. She’s found a friend.”

Snowmane is squaring up against another brushbuddy. They both bristle their fur like two porcupine beetles.

“How?” Mysel gets out.

The other wizard closes the door to his strange house and comes to sit by Mysel. “Well, you see, I was on my way to the testing grounds,” he paused, staring at a spot on the wall, “when I got… separated, from my caravan. I tried looking for them, but,” he gestured vaguely as thunder rumbled. “Are you headed for the first trial?”

“Perhaps.”

“Might I accompany you?”

Mysel was soaked. He swiped at his hair, plastered about his face. “I travel alone.”

“Alone?” Silence stretched for a moment. “Forgive me, I did not introduce myself. I’m Audarai. I’m of Virgo House.”

Mysel swallowed a lump in his throat. He felt ridiculous. “I’m Mysel. Of Sagittarius.”

Audarai gasped, “Sagittarius? I bet you found optimism tricky to conjure in these elements.”

“Quite.”

The wizard of Virgo patted his shoulder. “Well. I hope you will at least stay the night.”

Mysel picked himself off the floor. He relented in the face of a kind offering.

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A catchy credit song concludes the episode. Images of Audarai and a reluctant Mysel flash by. The pair making their way through the Wilds.

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references

My ideas:
- zodiac magic system
- the ceremonies
- brushbuddies being familiar pets
- brushbuddies having magic (no idea if they do in witch hat)
- spellbooks for each zodiac

Witch Hat Atelier ideas:
- pointy hats on spellcasters? Can they claim that lol
- brushbuddies species
- magic trial tests

oc maker ref

[Midnight Tails]

dropping out have no time

[huskyhiccups]

Username: huskyhiccups
Name: Mhyrora
Gender: Mare
So, What Happens in Their Anime?: Hero to villain

[FateStoryteller]

Username: FateStoryteller
Name: WIP
Gender: Optional
So, What Happens in Their Anime?: Huuuuge WIP - but I've got this idea with a magical girl stereotype base but borrowing from the Shera cartoon (I hope its ok to borrow from a cartoon) and having all the magical girls be princesses! But they're more regular princesses and were only given their magical girl powers to protect their connected kingdoms, so they get the magical girl transformations and everything. Would be really neat if I could make her 'princess' version with this design being her magical girl version that would be really cool, but we shall see if I find the energy ^^"
Also need to figure out *her* magical girl arch specifically. Just barebones right now. ^^"

[Zuppe]

marking....

not entering but watching hehe

[cautiousculpeo]

Username: cautiousculpeo
Name: Nova
Gender: Nonbinary they/them
So, What Happens in Their Anime?:

Nova: The Starlight Wanderer ✨🌙

In a fantasy anime world divided between the Realm of Dawn and the Realm of Dusk, Nova is a mysterious traveler spoken about in stories but rarely seen in person. Their striking white coat and celestial violet markings cause many to mistake them for a spirit rather than a living being. Rumors follow wherever they go, some claim they are a guardian sent by the stars, while others insist they are an omen of great change.

Nova themselves never confirm either story.

At the beginning of their arc, Nova appears calm, graceful, and almost impossibly wise. They seem to know things they should not know. They often arrive shortly before major events unfold and disappear just as suddenly. Because of this, many characters believe Nova possesses some kind of prophetic power.

The truth is far more complicated.

Long ago, Nova belonged to a celestial herd that wandered the skies themselves. These beings were tasked with guiding lost souls and preserving the balance between light and darkness. During a catastrophic event known as the Starfall, the herd was scattered across the world. Nova was one of the few survivors.

Separated from everyone they loved, Nova spent centuries searching for signs that any of their family remained alive. Their greatest fear is not death. It is being the last one left.

[Astrothealter]

Username: Astrothealter
Name: lilac
Gender: Optional female
So, What Happens in Their Anime?: Their fav character dies, then the main character so they quit and watch mha

[AnAlienCowboy]

Username: AnAlienCowboy
Name: Ambrose
Gender: Stallion
So, What Happens in Their Anime?: In his anime, he goes through a couple main arcs, the first one is him going on his own. Fresh adult moving into the world when he finds a partner, it's amazing at first. Their partner is so attentive and caring, so soft and gentle, life is AMAZING. Next arc, Ambrose loses his beautiful sparkle. His partner had switched and became so draining and exhausting, nit picking everything Ambrose does. He was miserable, losing motivation for the the things he used to love doing. One of those things being his grooming, he stopped doing a lot and so he was looking ROUGH. Finally, they eventually leave their partner and with the help of his friends, he slowly heals and gains his sparkle back. He gets back into the hobbies and habits he used to love so dearly. Now he's living life so happily and smiling <33