Magic is real, but the only magic anyone knows can either help people or protect people. You’re a lawyer defending a witch accused of using magic to murder someone.
Author: Time Lizzy Saint
Greetings! The name is Time Lizzy, or Time as my friends call me. They/Them pronouns. I love to try new things, draw, sing, dance, garden, and I do some witchcraft in my free time. I'm a Hetalia role playing partner if you guys are interested.
Your friend just offhandedly told you a “fun fact"—people wake up once they die in dreams because they don’t know what comes next. You, however, realize that you die in your dreams and continue dreaming quite frequently.
Guardian angels exist, and are a sentient manifestation of all the love the world has for their ward. Thus, people who are loved deeply and by many have very powerful angels watching over them, protecting them from harm. Hatred weakens the angel, but most people remain more loved than they are hated. You are an exception to this, despised by everyone you meet. Describe what kind of spirit your “guardian” angel has become.
You’re chosen as a virgin sacrifice to the principle god/ess of your people. You’re cleansed and garbed and paraded through your village as ritual commands and led to the border between your realm and the realm of the gods. All you know is that past sacrifices have disappeared and never returned. You expect to be enslaved, ravaged, or worse. You don’t expect the god/ess to take your hand and draw you close, and you certainly don’t expect what happens next.
“You have lived with your family for so long, you can recognise which family member is out in the hall by their footsteps. One day you hear the unmistakable sound of your own walk.
“You have lived with your family for so long, you can recognise which family member is out in the hall by their footsteps. One day you hear the unmistakable sound of your own walk.
You are the Owner of the Little Roads, the off beaten paths that only the lost can find and use. How do you use them, and the people and creatures that tread their ways?
When you die, you’re allowed to choose your next life before your memory is wiped of the previous one. You’re allowed as much time as needed to come to the decision, with all the options being only for you. You spend what feels like an eternity, going through each life, living through each moment beforehand, weighing your options. You finally choose a life to be reborn into, as there is no time in the afterlife. Your new self won’t know it, but the spirits tried to change your mind before you were reborn. What did you end up choosing?
You are a demon, a creature of hellfire and ash and sin. You are not meant to have a heart, you are meant to fill the world with pain and discord and suffering. You do this for centuries, it isn’t pleasant but it’s your duty to your prince. One day, you infiltrate a home to plant discord, only to find the place is ravaged with it. A young child sees you, and you see the light in their eyes threatening to fade away. You remember you were once an angel before you fell, and you vow to protect that innocent light in whatever way you can. You can’t do good, but you can purposefully do evil to those who threaten the child. Months pass in this fashion and one day you find an ivory feather sprouting from your wings.
Every time you let your feet dangle off the couch you get them massaged. You always thought it was a feature of the massage chair/couch combo. One day you buy a new couch and still get massages.
Think Things 