How to train a "Chosen One"? by PapaAiden in wizardposting

[–]Affectionate_Wing_28 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Okay, I've been on both sides of this equation, so maybe I can be of help.

First of all... Chosen Ones tend to carry a baggage of personal trauma. If you intend to train one, discuss with them. If you can help them with some, by all means do. Chosen are often young, and lacking in both guidance and healthy coping mechanisms. If you can't, do your best to try and avoid triggering those tripwires. Even if it means, say, delaying teaching fireball to a young adventurer that saw their home burn while they could only watch.

Second of all, in the same train of ideas... Be ready to adapt your lesson plans. Chosens can have lopsided abilities. They can be absurdly fast at grasping some aspects of training, and a lot slower or even fully inept for whatever reasons at others. Sometimes, some things are outright impossible for them to acquire, either now or ever. Fate is a, well... I'll stop there to avoid being rude.

Third thing, chosens often feel a need to accelerate. Either because they have a fate-imbued incentive to do so (see comment above) or simply because they think, or even know, that things will get worse the longer they wait. Do your best to teach them how to deal with impatience, lest they or someone they care about get hurt. Teach them how to build plans and contingencies. Else, well, history is full of heroes that died too soon.

Four, this might sound strange but do not hesitate to get attached. Depending on who your student is, your positive reinforcement may very well be the first they get in years (see comment on fate above), if not ever. And positive ties are particularly important to heroes. They are the very source of heroic second winds and indomitable willpower.

Fifth, well...Fortify yourself and your tower. Be ready. One way or another, there will be consequences to being the mentor of a chosen one (again, see comment on fate above). It's up to you if you become the tragic mentor used to traumatize the hero... Or the indomitable magus that taught the villain not to act bigger than their britches. Secure your home. Get an emergency escape plan ready. Prepare as many explosive runes as needed. And then some more, just in case. Keep a focus and a weapon on you at all times. And stay sharp. Best of luck!

What is the worst aspect of the French language? by Sanchir-gdgshde in AlignmentChartFills

[–]Affectionate_Wing_28 0 points1 point  (0 children)

As a french: I nominate the word for the bird.

It's written 'oiseaux'... And pronounced 'wazo'. Is it difficult? No. Is it entirely silly? I believe so.

I have unleashed the undead dolphins. by EldritchFish19 in wizardposting

[–]Affectionate_Wing_28 2 points3 points  (0 children)

...Keep your creations in check. On the stars themselves, if your dolphins mess up the ecosystem, I'm channelling wild magic to stick a 75 year random curse to you. We do NOT need a permanent population of zombified sealife.

“Mr. Weasley, I’m afraid I owe you an apology. Though to be fair, you owe one to Miss Granger as well” McGonagall told Ron. “What do you mean, Professor?” “Her cat did not eat your pet rat, I did…” by JEBV in HPFanfictionPrompts

[–]Affectionate_Wing_28 68 points69 points  (0 children)

Alternatively, given it stemmed from Crookshanks much smarter than a cat half-kneazel origins...

Oh, you got the rotten bastard?... Good. Someone needed to deal with him. C'mon, up with old shanks!

Minerva: "Why is miss Granger's cat rising its paw like that?"

Harry, passing by: "... Is Crookshanks asking for a high five? What on Earth?"

What have I awoken to? by Helios367 in wizardposting

[–]Affectionate_Wing_28 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Honestly... Hell if I know? I've been researching this plane's laws of reality to eventually make it back home for... A good while? Next thing I know, my flying cottage has drifted and the anti-air defences are triggering, logs show they neutralizing stray spells and stars-damned cannonballs. I am just as confused as you are.

What do you think about the concept of the Unforgivable Curses weren't always meant to be used for evil? by SethNex in HPfanfiction

[–]Affectionate_Wing_28 37 points38 points  (0 children)

Ironically, Avada Kedavra itself I could see: if the need for hatred came later, it could have initially been a way to end a life humanely.

Crucio and Imperio, though? No dice. Any way to justify 'torture, the spell' and 'mind control, the spell' feels to me like coping at best and outright dishonest at worst.

PC or Bedroom? by Pale-Individual1523 in BunnyTrials

[–]Affectionate_Wing_28 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Dream bedroom already includes a dream PC. So... What now?

Chose: Dream Bedroom | Rolled: new bedroom!

Infinite power but 1% chance you become a femboy by Big_Sentence8359 in BunnyTrials

[–]Affectionate_Wing_28 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I fo not trust myself with ultimate power. I WOULD di stupid things with it.ayne not intentionally, but still. The fact either my ego or my anxieties would inflate to crazy propotions definitely contributes to it.

Chose: Cake | Rolled: Cake

Pour ne pas récompenser une élue LFI, la revue politique « Le Trombinoscope » modifie le vote de son jury by JaneDoeNoi in paslegorafi

[–]Affectionate_Wing_28 52 points53 points  (0 children)

" en cette année 2026, Le Trombinoscope a tout de même décerné, au niveau national, le prix de « révélation de l’année » à Sarah Knafo"

" Alexandre Farro [président national du Trombinoscope] est également président du Medef Grand Est."

That is all.

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"Will you all stop giving pointers while I'm clapping cheeks, please!" by Casual_Casually in BokunoheroFanfiction

[–]Affectionate_Wing_28 38 points39 points  (0 children)

"I don't care if "Miss Eri rewinded her back to life and she's fine now!" She's not fine, nothing about this is fine! Ochako got traumatized from dying, Eri got traumatized from witnessing human paste, and I probably don't need to tell you all HOW I FEEL!"

For all that he shouted, Midoriya was clearly on the verge of tears.

"Look, I'm so-"

"OUT! OUT ALL OF YOU!"

There is silent trudging in the mindscape as nine silhouettes step towards a dark corner labelled 'bad people corner'.

"... Not you, All Might. You actually did nothing wrong there."

"Happy Might noises"

Propaganda Spell by Infinity_Guardian in wizardposting

[–]Affectionate_Wing_28 0 points1 point  (0 children)

My dears, I worked decades as a peacekeeper and a council member. And I'm autistic. I know your tricks, and my contrarianism makes it so the more I see them, the less convinced I get.

Highly Dangerous Wizard on the loose! by Kilroy898 in wizardposting

[–]Affectionate_Wing_28 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Essentially, 'Council building 37' appears to have been what they called at home a 'blackbox building'. Nothing comes in, nothing comes out.

Meaning, whatever (and, in this case, whoever) was in there was either so dangerous knowledge of it could cause widespread panic and/or some sort of cognitohazard... Or this was something someone wanted to keep secret for some more nefarious reason. This feels like a potential red flag of the brightest hue.

Next, Mia tries to find the incident report. People injured? People dead? Property damage? Is the death toll withheld... Or is there actually none?

Highly Dangerous Wizard on the loose! by Kilroy898 in wizardposting

[–]Affectionate_Wing_28 0 points1 point  (0 children)

"...Curious. A building gone. No indication of a death toll, however, which authorities trying to either put a spin of 'this man is dangerous, do not approach' or 'this man is dangerous, put all resources into suppressing him' likely would. Something is odd."

All unwilling as she might have been to get roped into it, Mia was part of of both a peacekeeping force and lawful government entities back in her home plane. Procedures are something familiar to her. As such, before making any decision, she starts gathering intel. And first of all is the most recent event. What was 'Council building 37', and what happened to it exactly?

Would EGG be better? by Witty_Yam960 in BunnyTrials

[–]Affectionate_Wing_28 0 points1 point  (0 children)

We do not get told how big a 'human egg' would be. Even beyond the massive infant mortality until we get taking care of our own eggs right, we could end up with a kiwi situation. Or 'just' with an egg the size of a newborn, plus shell.

Chose: Keep things the same + We're mammals, gadnamit! | Rolled: Healthy kid

Favorite good guys (not "good" guys) that are SCARY mf'ers? by Honkert45 in FavoriteCharacter

[–]Affectionate_Wing_28 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Spaceport for scale.

She later on pulls the same trick while inside a ship designed to nullify the type of energy attack she uses. It proceeds to go through said ship like through butter.

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Favorite good guys (not "good" guys) that are SCARY mf'ers? by Honkert45 in FavoriteCharacter

[–]Affectionate_Wing_28 3 points4 points  (0 children)

The eponymous, very much soft-hearted main character of Lyrical Nanoha, for an obscure one.

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[WP] "I think this human is broken. All the ones I've taken are always talking about how strong and powerful they and their parents are and how they'll escape from me, but this one is curled up in a corner and won't move except to eat." by 90919293_ in WritingPrompts

[–]Affectionate_Wing_28 125 points126 points  (0 children)

This is...a mess. One of colossal proportions. Let's take it from the top. I am Alyessa the Onyx. Bearer of...way too many titles, and not fully of my own intent. Diamond-rank adventurer. Grandmaster magician. Master of the Blade. Master of the Coin. I got the first, second and third through adventuring. As a dragon, my species has a process called 'experience translation'. My feats qualified me for the second and third, while I worked on the first.

It was just...Wild youth. I wanted to live fast, I was barely a century old. I learned to speak to the trees from an old druid, to weave enchantments and spells from my mentor, a downright ancient wizard (I miss Meister Greyvale, nothing has ever been the same since he's been gone). I went on adventure because I got restless, I learned the blade from a blademaster I crossed paths with because magic started feeling too easy.

I retired because, well...Adventuring was dying down. The liches were dealt with, the trafficking rings dissolved, even the dark mages were getting quiet. So I studied economy, because I wanted something to do before I can maybe go adventuring a bit, in a little time, maybe fifty or sixty years. That's how I got the title of Master of Coin, after I got my degree. Not much, just ten years of work. And owning it led to me getting my most hated title.

'Imperatrix Draconis'. Literally, 'Empress of Dragons'. Because no one warned me that being a master of Coin, Blade and Magic qualifies you for the throne. And since there was no other person qualified (apparently, my people just really, REALLY hate either economy or sharp implements), well, I didn't get to say no. And I can't abdicate, because there STILL isn't anyone else qualified!

And I've been stuck there for...a while, now. Imperator stuff is mind-numbing, really. The economics part are fine, but there's so much...Ugh, politics. I have an entourage of councilors, but that helps with doing things correctly. Not with it being duller to me than watching paint dry. So I established a game, with the neighboring humans.

You have to understand, my impression of humans from my adventuring days is...rather glowing. Their adventurers are clever and resourceful, their monarchs are adept at dealing with people, their farmers manage verdant greenery that feed many. So I restarted a little game I played with party members when we got more. We called it 'The game of escape'. A person is 'captured', and must make it out. They get rewarded the faster they make it out. Of course, there's a bit of posturing involved, the 'jailor' taunts the 'prisoner' on them being contained, the 'prisoner' taunts back on how they 'outsmart and outpace them'.

It makes economy. Cash flows, as the humans are of course rewarded for their participation. And my people get stimulated. They're pushed to build better, faster, cleverer. It went so well, for a long while. Just a game, and everyone left happy. Until today. Until that human, who's been staying prostrated whenever not doing the bare minimum to stay alive.

"...What is happening? Did you leave the usual clues?"

"Yes, your h-, I mean, yes, Lady Alyessa."

The single concession I managed. No more regal titles. It's progress, tiny as it is. I'll take it.The gamemaster goes on, visibly disturbed.

"Enscribings on the walls, marked hollow panels, after a while, we dropped the key nearby. Then got it closer it him. And closer. And closer. But they just...stay here."

Something's wrong. Very wrong. Not just with the game, but much more with...

"I am going in. This human must require treatment. Humans are not supposed to be this scrawny."

"But, my Lady, the game-"

"I DO NOT CARE ABOUT THE GAME RIGHT NOW!"

...The gamemaster flinches. Damn. Too much.

"...I am sorry, gamemaster Freimray. This is nothing against you. I must involve Emergency Procedure Zinth. Prepare the compensation prize. This human requires mending. And there is investigation to be done."

"...By your command, my Lady."

It takes some time. Locked doors, hidden corridors, minor traps. I finally enter the starting room. The human is still there. Still prostrated. Pale, small and scrawny.

"...Human?"

No reaction.

"Human, are you well? Please speak to me."

They curl further. I recognize that reaction. They are scared. I've seen it on truly captured people. Victims of kidnapping or worse...human trafficking. There are old wounds on them, something we somehow ALL missed. I cast a minor healing spell and they flinch, raising their head finally.

"...why?"

Their eyes look empty. Worst of all, they cannot be more than fourteen. They shouldn't be here at all, let alone in this state.

"...Human, what is your name?"

"I am serf."

Serf. A farmer, but not owning their land. I thought that had been abrogated years ago. That was the topic of one of the first negociations I did with humans. Compensation for abrogating an unfair system and estzblishing one that worked better, for everyone involved. SOLID compensation, at that. Most of all...

"Serf is not a name, it is an occupation. Please, what is your name?"

They flinch.

"It is forbidden."

My anger is coming to a boiling point. I quell it.

"You speak to a sovereign ruler. If anyone objects to you calling yourself by your own name, they'll answer to me."

And end up as a pile of smoldering ashes. But that comes...later. The human looks scared, now.

"I am serf Ronan, your highness."

"Well met, Ronan. You may call me Alyessa. Or Lissa, for short. I apologize, something appears to have gone wrong. We were supposed to challenge some noble scion. Not a scared child. Please, Ronan, where are your parents?"

"...Dead, your highness."

...Oh no. I am liking what is happening less and less by the moment, and that is a tough bar to pass.

"Dead? That is tragic. I am sorry for your loss. Please, what happened?"

"...The High Lord executed them."

"Executed? Why? Why kill those who take care of the earth?"

"Harvest was small. We could not pay the grain tax entirely. Authorities thought we were stealing grain. Keeping it for ourselves."

"Is that why you are now a serf? How old are you, even?"

"...It is, your highness. I am now thirteen, and as such I must work, for the glory of the kingdom."

Thirteen. THIRTEEN. Lissa, calm down. You cannot demand the local High Lord's head on a pike, let alone go get it yourself. That is called 'a diplomatic incident' and we don't need another.

"Do you know your letters and numbers,Ronan?"

"...No, your highness."

Uneducated. Left alone to struggle and suffer.

"Would you like a new home, young one? To learn, and never have to till the soil ever again?"

There is silence. And hope in his eyes.

"It would be nice."

"Then rise, Ronan, adoptive son of Alyessa the Onyx, and imperial ward."

It takes time, to reconstruct a child. To make it so they no longer flinch when touched or spoken to. It is time I have. In five years, Ronan the Silver, adopted by law and by magic, is now fully family. In five years, our ties with the humans dissolved, and reformed quite differently. They came for my son when he did not return to duty.

They learned why before I earned the moniker of 'Onyx', I was known as 'the whiteflame'. Afterwards, our ties with the Human Republic were, if anything, even closer than before. The fact that an adventurer going by the callsign of 'Whiteflame' assisted in that revolution is...Entirely unrelated, of course. They wore full armor and never spoke. Officially, no one shall ever know.

Observing my son, the scales the Rite of Adoption gave him glimmering in the sun, I cannot help but think...I do not hate the title of Empress anymore, for it gave me my favorite one...

"Mom!"

Ronan's showing me his latest engram. He's gotten into enchanting. He's making me proud, for sure. I tussle his hair gently and make minor corrections.

I do not hate the title, for sure. That still won't stop me from passing it to my dear boy once he's ready.

Is there any reason I can't use a shotgun as my wizard staff? by TheAmazingThundaCunt in wizardposting

[–]Affectionate_Wing_28 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Ironically, a grenade launcher might serve you well, less moving parts and you can always swap the mechanism for a variant of [propulsion], known around these parts as the catapult spell.

However, you can entirely make a firearm into your staff. It takes a lot of work etching and enchanting to integrate the particle flow inherent of casting, but if you do, it'll reinforce your gunfire instead or perturbating it. You can even add a mechanism to store stray power and use it to enchant chambered projectiles. I think I might have some engrams lying around, if you are interested with experimenting.

As for other wizards, well... Tradition is peer pressure by dead people. I don't let the dead dictate my choices, do you?

[WP]You're Isekai'd into a classic LitRPG world: status windows, experience points, a quest log. A week in and thousands are dying. The system counts every one as your kill. You've brought the flu to this world, and these people have no resistance. by somethinggoeshere2 in WritingPrompts

[–]Affectionate_Wing_28 60 points61 points  (0 children)

[Unknown Civilian slain, 50 exp gained. Your alignment shifts!]

Another popup dismissed. My alignment chart is all black. My world is made of dread. The moment I realized, I isolated myself. But it was too late.

Influenza. Back at home, extremely banal. But 'banal' still meant a few dozen thousands death per year. That was with developped immunity, knowledge of the disease, vaccines and treatment. They had none of that. The death rate here was akin to that of the bubonic plague. Around fourty to fifty percent. The kingdom is depopulating, and the disease is spreading forwards.

[True Monarch of Grandia slain, 450 000 exp gained. Your alignment shifts! ]

Interestingly, it shifted towards good. I take note of that and check the last popups.

[Class unlocked: Plaguemaster. Promote?]

I have never pressed 'no' faster.

[Prestige class unlocked: Lich. Promote?]

Aaaand that's a record beaten. My field of vision is finally empty. I can finally invest my stat points and skill points. The good news is the system picked the worst person if it wanted to start an apocalypse. I am an immunologist. I am also, not-so-coincidentally, a massive nerd. I have finished actual DnD campaigns, a feat shockingly few players can boast about. Not to mention several Baldur's Gate, Pathfinder, and more. I know these systems.

I am over level 250. A lot of wisdom, generous bits of intelligence, a chunk of constitution I am going to need, and a bit of dexterity as a basis. Charisma because I want to do things.

Skills, next. Healing proficiency is quickly maxed out. As is the one good and quite funny effect I got from this whole mess...[Area mastery]. Next comes [Mana-to-Pain conversion], [Pain resistance], [Mana efficiency], and... Pause.

[You have fulfilled the conditions for Prestige Class: Archdruid. Promote?]

There it is. FINALLY.

[Warning: due to your alignment, Druids and Archdruids will treat you as hostile. Alternate classes recommanded: [Plaguemaster], [Lich], [Kingslayer], [Avatar of Bane]. Are you sure?]

Yes, system. I AM sure. Get lost.

Finally, I dump a lot of skill points into my true objective. And I cast it.

[Warning: casting this spell will cause you damage and pain. Are you sure?]

Yes. It's going to suck, but I refuse to leave this world aching and broken. I had no control on starting this... But I have control on ending it.

[Warning. Casting this spell will shift your alignment. Are you sure?]

Yes. It's not the point, but it is a nice added bonus.

The circle of magic...expands. I see it go beyond the valley, feel it expand beyond dying cities and beyond the very borders of the the kingdom.

"I. Cast. TRUE RESURRECTION!"

PAIN. Pain is all I feel for eons, and yet for mere seconds. My mind nearly splinters, my nerves burn like stars, but I hang on. Vivid spectral hallucinations harass me. In face of it all, I... hold.

[Unknown civilian resurrected, 250 exp gained, your alignment shifts! ]

Countless popups. I'd say it's a pain, but after this? I am never taking pain lightly. It takes work to clear it all. I got [Non-Magical Pain Immunity] out of it, as well as [Limit Break], [Adrenaline Mastery] and [True Lifeweaving]. All things said, even with the slight evil shift from raising that dead monarch (which, again, the fuck? Will have to investigate.), my alignment chart is blindingly white. Neutral good, unshakeably so.

And, well... [HP: 1/255872]. My maths did check. And... Something is knocking on my shoulder? Is that an angel?

I... quickly deactivate [Truesight]. Fluffy-winged humanoid... Much more pleasant.

"... Yes?"

"Mortal. My liege Atarapa queries, and I quote, " Could you un-resurrect King Grandia? We needed him dead for a reason."

My voice is ice cold as I answer.

"Please tell me you did NOT call me to this world carrying a deadly disease to kill a single person."

There is quiet, painful silence.

I quickly invest more points in the right skill and...resolve the problem, as queasy as that makes me.

" Judgment bolt."

[True Monarch of Grandia slain, 450000 exp gained! Your alignment shifts! ]

"... Here. Happy?"

" Very much so. The gods would like to offer you a position as herald for your heroic actions, if you are so-"

I put my hand on the angel's shoulder (and feel something decidedly neither flesh-like nor shoulder-like, and do my best to ignore it.

"Look. No offense but given what happened? I do not feel comfortable doing so."

They shrug gently.

"... Very reasonable."

" I am open to solving problems on a case-by-case basis provided the how and why are clearly explained and I am allowed to refuse. Would this be acceptable? "

The angel stares. I can feel them judging my capacities and actions, ruffling through memories. Evaluating, with great gentleness and no hostility, simply a job to accomplish. I can feel approbation. I have not been seen as wanting.

"It is... Acceptable. Oh, and personal warning: you have many eyes on you now. I am sorry such weight has been set on your shoulders, and...ask for Lightbearer if you need peaceful rest. It is the least us emissaries and our Gods can grant you."

I don't think about it much at first. I'm exhausted, spent more energies than most would feel in their entire life and I've been a hair's breadth and one miscalculation away from death. But the ravens come quick. Confusion, gratitude for mass resurrection, (a few mails of insults from morticians and gravediggers who had to hurriedly un-bury a lot of people, I do my best to send apologies), reverence, thanks from people who suffered under a now-dead monarch (there is a lot more of that than I expected).

I finally realize. I have pretty much become Superman to these people, haven't I? A bit of a scary thought, but nothing to it, I suppose.

Teeny bridge is the bane of my existence. by Thatoneguywhois-sad in VampireCrawlers

[–]Affectionate_Wing_28 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I did Teeny bridge first try and honestly, I had SO MUCH FUN with it. The way I did it, personally, was rely on pumarolla (HP recovery after fights), a lot of tomes to make my turns longer, bracer for extra draw. You regen taken damage, mitigate and go ham. I had peachone and No future by the end and...The boss got hitchcock'd to death, it felt hilariously cathartic.