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Faust Birthday 2023 SSR - [Invited by a Dazzling Blessing] - Card Story (ft. Eastern Wizards, Akira), Episode, Home Screen Voice, Birthday Trait

Faust being a pampered cutie, the story.

Thank you @/labobirdcage for the raws!

====== Card Story: Chapter 1 - To the Carnival of Misting Petals with You ~ The Invitation for Faust ~ ======

*Door knocking sounds*

Akira: Good evening.

Heathcliff: Master Sage, we've been waiting for you.

Shino: You're late. Everyone's all here already.

Faust: Sage?

A somewhat surprised look appeared on Faust's face as I arrived at the room.

Faust: Apologies for greeting you like this in my pyjamas. But, wasn’t today supposed to be a gathering for just the Eastern Wizards?

Nero: Now, now, don’t sweat it. Our Sage here came to celebrate yer birthday, ya see.

Faust: ……Birthday? Come to think of it, tomorrow is……

Heathcliff: We lent Master Sage a hand so that they could offer you their best wishes for your birthday.

Shino: We kept a real close eye on ya to make sure you could get all your celebrations without feeling bad ‘bout taking ‘em.

Akira: Sorry, Faust. As your birthday gift, I really hope that you could accept this from me.

Faust: ……This doesn’t seem like a regular letter. I can sense some traces of magic from the envelope.

Akira: It’s an invitation to a special place called the "Carnival of Misting Petals”.

Akira: It’s something Shylock took over from an old acquaintance of his. When you write your name on this invitation and chant your spell, a special door will open.

Akira: Previously when Shylock invited me over, I had tons of fun there, so please do let me be your escort as your birthday present.

Faust: So it’s a carnival that’s by invitation only? For gifting something as valuable as this to me, thank you.

Faust: However…… A place like that, surely the kids would enjoy it more than a shut-in like me. Perhaps you two should take the invitation and……

Shino: Stop whining and just go, man. This is the Sage’s present for you.

Faust: But……

The Eastern Wizards and I gazed collectively at Faust, our eyes full of anticipation.

Faust: ……I get it. I’ll take you up on your generosity.

Akira: Yay, thank you so much!

====== Card Story: Chapter 2 - To the Carnival of Misting Petals with You ~ The Invitation for Faust ~ ======

The next day, I went to Faust's room at night.

Faust: So all I need to do is write my name on this invitation?

Akira: Yup. And then when you chant your spell, the door to the carnival should open up.

I placed the door to the carnival that I brought over onto his table.

Its size is tiny, about the height of a photo frame. Yet this object is precisely the entrance to the carnival grounds.

Faust wrote his name on the invitation, and softly uttered his spell.

*writing sounds*

Faust: Satillquinart Mulcreed.

*Sound of magic happening*

The invitation becomes imbued with a faint light. Then, the door to the carnival grounds opened with a creak.

The room was covered with a mist, a sweet scent wafting in the air.

*Scene turns to white and location changes*

Faust: This is……

When the mist subsided, we found ourselves standing amidst the opulent decor of a casino. At the sight of this impressive scene, a gasp escaped Faust’s mouth.

Faust: So this is the Carnival of Misting Petals, huh. It sure is one dazzlingly gorgeous place. ……They even changed my clothes before I noticed.

Akira: You look really good in it! The guests of this carnival will have their outfits changed into something suitable whenever they’re brought here.

Faust: I see…… Though it’s somewhat flashy, it’s certainly a fitting attire for a venue where adults hangout.

Faust: Speaking of, you mentioned that you’ll be my escort, but are you really familiar with places like this?

Akira: Ah…… No, um, not really……

Faust: Is that so……

Faust didn’t speak any further after muttering those few words. In just those few short moments, the conversation turned into an awkward silence.

Akira: (D-Did I disappoint him? I’ve got to buck up, and be a proper escort that’ll help him have lots of fun……!)

Akira: Faust, shall we play any one of those games together? This is the casino room, so there’s lots of games laid out here.

Faust: No……

Akira: (An instant rejection……!)

Faust: No, I mean, that wasn’t the right way to put it. I wasn’t clear with my words.

Faust: ……It’s embarrassing to say, but the truth is, I’m a little nervous.

Akira: ……Nervous? You are?

Faust: I don’t often get the chance to come to places like this, so I don’t really know what I should be doing.

Faust: I don’t have much experience playing these games either, so it’d be difficult for me to help you enjoy these well……

Faust averted his gaze away from me as he mumbled in a low voice in embarrassment.

Akira: ……pftt, ahaha!

Faust: Hey, don’t laugh. I did say that day that I’m not cut out for places like this, didn’t I?

Akira: That’s not it. We’re here to celebrate your birthday today after all, so all you should have needed to think about was enjoying yourself, really.

Akira: For you to be worrying over me, should I say I was surprised, or perhaps happy……?

Akira: Thank you, Faust.

Faust: ……Hmph. That’s not something to be thanked over.

====== Card Story: Chapter 3 - To the Carnival of Misting Petals with You ~ The Invitation for Faust ~ ======

Akira: In that case, let’s go to a different location.

Akira: There’s many other wonderful places in this carnival too. I’d really love to take you there.

*Sound of opening a door*

We went through another door within the casino, and followed the passageway behind it.

*Scene turns to black and location changes*

Upon exiting the path, we found ourselves in a beautiful garden terrace filled with blooming flowers.

Faust: What a quiet and beautiful spot. I certainly feel more at ease at a place like this instead.

Akira: I’m glad this is to your liking. The food is all laid out here, it seems you’re free to take all the food and drinks here as you like.

Akira: Today is your day of celebration, so please feel free to eat whatever you want.

Faust: My, how sumptuous. There’s no end to the assortment of snacks and desserts, and the tea smells exquisite too.

*Sound of pottery clanging*

While saying that, Faust lifted a plate of desserts and held it out towards me.

Faust: Isn’t this your favourite dessert? Previously when we were out for desserts, it seemed like you liked it.

Akira: Eh, you’re giving it to me?

Faust: With how much food there is here, surely I can’t be eating them by myself? It’d be great if you could help out with it too.

Akira: Faust…… Thank you. In that case, I’ll take you up on it, let’s eat together.

Something suddenly crossed my mind when I nodded to accept his invitation.

Akira: Whether it’s before or after arriving here, you’re always thinking about me and the Eastern Wizards, and not yourself, isn’t it?

Akira: Even with these desserts, you’re actually thinking of bringing them back as souvenirs for everyone too, right……?

Faust: …..Well. Because there’s so much of it that even if the two of us eat to our limits, we still wouldn’t be able to finish it all.

Akira: ……I think that’s very like you, and part of what makes you wonderful.

Akira: But, I’d be happy if you could be a little more selfish at least for today, and just enjoy the day while thinking about yourself and not anyone else.

Akira: ……That’s what the Eastern Wizards said. Lennox and Figaro who joined our discussion on the celebration said the same thing too.

Faust: ……I see. Understood. Would you fulfil this selfish request of mine then?

Akira: Sure. If it’s within my strength!

Faust: In that case….. As you can see, there are lots of flowers blooming here.

Faust: Can you pick a flower from here that you think would make for a good gift, and gift it to me?

Akira: ……Eh.

Faust: It’s a cute selfish request, right?

Upon seeing my surprised expression, Faust let out a chuckle as if having successfully played a prank.

Akira: …..Okay, leave it to me. I’ll give my all in choosing one for you!

(Time passes)

*Sound of flowers rustling and footsteps*

Akira: S-Sorry. I did try to choose it seriously, but somehow I ended up with this many of them……

I got tempted by the different flower here, and before I knew it, I’ve already picked so many that they’re barely spilling from my arms.

With the sheer amount of flowers, you could hardly even call it a bouquet anymore. Even so, Faust carefully accepted the flowers from me with both of his hands, despite a dash of awkwardness and embarrassment in his movements.

Faust: Every one of them is beautiful. It’s like I’m standing in the middle of a flowerbed, there’s such a wonderful scent from it.

When Faust brought his nose closer to the bouquet, something snowy white started fluttering from above.

Akira: Ah……

Faust: What’s going on? Petals are falling from the ceiling……

At the Carnival of Misting Petals, petals will begin to fall once the guest is satisfied to their heart’s content. It is the sign for us to return. Before long, our surroundings were enveloped in a mist.

*Scene fades to white and location changes*

Faust: ……It seems we have returned.

The door leading to the carnival has shut. However, the flowers I picked and the invitation remain safe and intact in Faust’s hands.

Akira: (Even though I brought Faust out saying I’ll be his escort, I wonder if I managed to entertain him well……)

Akira: Um, Faust. Did you have fun today……?

Faust: Yeah. Thank you for the wonderful gift.

Faust: Since this is the gift that the Sage specially picked for me, I’m thinking of showing it to the others afterwards.

His eyes, usually cool and composed, are now that of a warm smile. That soul of his that is always caring about someone, I wonder if it got the respite it deserves, even if it’s just a little?

Akira: Faust, thank you for taking out some time today for me.

Akira: Once again, a very Happy Birthday to you!

====== Card Episode: Of The Same Mind ======

Akira: Faust, thank you so much for going along with me on your birthday. I really had lots of fun there.

Faust: If anyone’s to be saying thanks here, it should be me though…… Oh well. Same goes for me, you have my thanks too.

Akira: The other wizards celebrated your birthday with you too, right? What did they do for you?

Faust: After I celebrated it with you, the Eastern Wizards came all the way to my room and delivered their presents and best wishes.

Faust: Of course, I accepted every one of them with gratitude…… As thanks, they pestered me to tell them all about it.

Akira: Tell them all about what?

Faust: About what the “Carnival of Misting Petals” is like, how I spent my time with you there, and so forth.

Faust: While I was answering them as they asked about this and that, Lennox and Figaro also joined in……

Akira: Everyone was gathering in your room? How merry……!

Faust: Yeah. Thanks to that, the room became awfully cramped.

Faust: I was wondering what they wanted, but it turns out, they just came to ask about the same things that the Eastern wizards did. Looks like everyone is plenty curious about this “Carnival of Misting Petals”.

Akira: (……I think rather than the carnival itself, everyone was probably just interested in knowing whether you had fun or not.)

Faust: It’s not like I have any need to hide the truth, so I just told them as it is.

Faust: Thanks to the Sage escorting me, I got to enjoy a really great time there.

Akira: Though hearing you saying it in such a straightforward manner makes me happy, somehow, I feel kind of embarrassed……

Akira: But….. Thank you for allowing me to be your escort. I’m so glad that you enjoyed it!

====== Home Screen Voice ======

Faust: To me, a birthday was nothing more than yet another day that goes by. The longer you live, the fuzzier the meaning of the day you were born slowly becomes. However…… Lately, I think I feel a little bit differently about it now. Though I still can’t say whether that’s something good or bad.

====== Birthday Card Special Trait - [Crowea] ======

To the you who walks forward while bearing memories from a distant past, may you have blessings so aplenty that they could spill from your arms at any moment. May the soul that is always caring about someone at all times gets the respite it deserves.

Note: btw i think I ought to clarify something because i saw a few posts in eng about how the trait is from the fated pairs, but tbh it's supposed to be from akira. Every trait so far references the card story and most importantly the pronouns and language tone is what akira uses for the wizards (e.g. the trait for shino uses 'kimi', which is how akira addreses shino, while heathcliff calls shino 'omae'). like even literally all the exact words in the trait up here were from akira's thoughts and speeches during the story

#mhyktl #mahoyaku #faust lavinia #faust mhyk #promise of wizard #mahoutsukai no yakusoku #masaki akira #shino sherwood #heathcliff blanchett #nero turner #sorry abt the last paragraph but i just had to ugh #i like my ships as much as the next person too but translations are translations... pls dont make things up entirely and mislead ppl

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inviberu · 7 months

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fallen

In which Faust goes through the process of realizing that he does, in fact, like you.

— Faust x Sage!Reader

i. denial

People often saw Faust as a straightforward wizard; a no-nonsense type of guy. When it came to love, many assumed that he wasn't the type to beat around the bush. It would be a lie to say that their claims were false but there was a little misconception—getting to that point is an entirely different story.

Today, Heath noticed something different with Faust. Perhaps it was a little mean to admit this but he couldn’t help but nudge Chloe and whisper to his ear after sparing his mentor a glance. “Doesn’t he seem… a little different today? He’s smiling.”

“Eh? Really?” Chloe tried to be discreet and turned his head to glance at Faust but Heath was quick to grab his head and turn it back to the way it was facing before.

“Too obvious!” He had a panicked expression on his face, silently exclaiming and hoping that Faust didn’t hear or see anything that might prompt him to come closer. Chloe muttered a small apology and tried to get back into his normal demeanour. Heathcliff let out a sigh of relief, but it was short-lived when all of a sudden—

“I can hear you two, you know?”

“F-Faust-sensei…” Caught red-handed. Heath averted his gaze quickly and Chloe started fiddling with his fingers nervously. “We weren’t doing anything bad, really!”

“Relax. I’m not accusing you two of anything.” A warm smile followed by a chuckle. The two young wizards stared at him blankly, trying to comprehend the sight in front of them. They looked at him and then at each other—their expressions were saying: Huh?

Heath decided to bite. His curiosity getting the better of him, he just hoped that the question wouldn’t be answered with hostility from his end. “Faust-sensei, you’re smiling a lot today. Did something happen?”

“Huh… Do I need a reason to smile?”

“I suppose not but… It’s a little unusual if it’s you.”

“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?” His tone was annoyed but his expression was anything but that. He still had a grin on his face, a little reminiscent of a friend teasing another. That made Heath and Chloe even more baffled—that was one rare expression.

Chloe decided to bite next. His curiosity also got the better of him. However, this time, his question was more straightforward than the last and definitely something Faust wasn’t expecting. “Is it related to the Sage?”

“... Huh?” His expression immediately fell as he cleared his throat.

Oh, bullseye. The two thought.

“What nonsense. I wonder what gave you that idea in the first place.” Truth be told, Chloe only overheard such information when he was hanging around Shylock’s bar. It was the twins who started blabbering about Faust’s love life, saying stuff like: Oh…! Faust is so hopelessly smitten with the Sage!

Chloe thought that Faust didn’t need to know so he kept his mouth shut and thought of another excuse instead.

“You seem really close. Plus, you always look happy whenever you’re with them!” Heath nodded along even though it was the first time he had heard of such a thing. He was doing a really good job hiding his surprise—he’d have to pester Chloe for more details later.

Faust just shook his head, denying the claims with a vexed expression. “You must be imagining it, there’s no such thing.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“Really?”

“Heath. Don’t jump in.”

Heath let out a nervous laugh. Faust’s tone was stern but there was something underneath that made him want to prod into the matter more. “Are you sure you aren’t just in denial?”

There was a prolonged pause from Faust.

Oh, he definitely is—the two of them thought.

“... There’s no way.” The two of them fought the urge to say something in response after seeing his troubled expression.

ii. anger and bargaining

Anger wasn’t the right word. Distraught—yes, maybe, that’s a better word to describe the way he was feeling. After that little interaction he had with Heathcliff and Chloe the other day, he’s been thinking about it nonstop.

He never thought of himself as the reckless type (after a certain point) but right now, he was considering doing something as reckless as turning back time. He shook his head—even if he wanted to, there was no way he could so he was left lingering and pondering over his own feelings.

“It can’t be like that—there’s simply no way.” He tried reasoning with himself. If anyone saw himself talking to himself in the courtyard right now, they would think that he’d finally lost it after all those years of solitude.

“Hey, hey! Whatcha doin’ out here?” Faust froze. Then a groan escaped his lips. Of all the wizards that could’ve walked in on him while he was having his dilemma, it just had to be one of the most annoying in the bunch.

“... It’s nothing.” He cleared his throat and tried to iron out his scarf just to seem like he was doing something else rather than talking to himself. “I should be asking you the same question.”

As usual, Murr ignored his question and continued talking much to Faust’s displeasure. “Is it love problems?”

He cursed under his breath, how did this wizard always manage to hit all the sore spots? He looked away, his mind searching for an excuse to throw at him but what came out was a meek and pathetic attempt to deny it.

“No. It’s not love—it’s definitely not love.” Faust insisted. Murr wasn’t even talking anymore but he just kept going as if he was going back to the time he was talking to himself. “It’s gratitude. It must be something platonic. It’s highly unlikely that it’s romantic.”

“Now you’re just trying to convince yourself.” Murr giggled, wrapping an arm around the Eastern wizard’s shoulders. Faust shuddered at the sudden contact but didn’t do anything to stop him anyway. He continued, “Why make things even more complicated than they are?”

“It’s not so simple that I can just—”

“It’s love! Everyone, Faust is in lo— Mmf!?” Faust had never moved so fast before. The panic that overtook him eventually settled after he slapped his hand over Murr’s mouth. He hated the way he could tell that the insufferable wizard was smiling underneath.

“Don’t announce that! What if someone hears you!?” Slowly, he inhaled and removed his hand from his face.

“Ehh? If it really wasn’t true, you wouldn’t be as frantic as you are right now. You could just easily clear it up later if someone misunderstands!” That smirk on his face was as infuriating as everyone else described it to be. “It must be true if you don’t want anyone else to know!”

“What sort of logic is that?”

“Dunno, but it makes sense to me.” He laughed. “C’mon, don’t be shy! The sooner you accept it, the sooner you’ll feel better about it.”

Faust couldn’t believe he was about to take love advice from Murr of all people.

iii. depression

“Faust, it’s been a few days. The Sage is getting worried.” Faust got up from his bed groggily. He could barely recognize that voice with the way his mind was still clouded from his sleep.

“... Cain?” He’d stop responding if he turned out to be wrong.

“Yes, it’s me. Are you alright?”

“Argh… Yes. You can tell the Sage I’m fine.” He pushed back his bangs and let out a sigh before putting his glasses back on. If he was being honest, he’d been sleeping a little bit too much for the past few days.

“You sure? The Sage wants to see you, you know?” If he was being honest, again, they were the last person Faust wanted to think about. Ever since he had that conversation with Murr, he was so distraught to the point that he shut himself inside his room and started overthinking everything.

After a long pause, he responded to Cain. “Tell them I’ll see them soon.”

Of course, that was a lie. He was just going to spend more time wallowing on his own before he could finally reach the final stage—acceptance. He heard footsteps walk away from his doorstep and he breathed out a sigh of relief, thinking that he could finally go back to lying down.

That is until he heard a loud thud outside.

“Ow, ow, ow… That’s one sturdy door you got there.” Faust jumped up and opened the door immediately after hearing Cain’s pained voice. There was no way the reliable Central Knight would try to break down his door by running towards it, right?

Unfortunately, he was met with Cain kneeling down on one knee and clutching his arm. The single thought that went through his head was none other than: What the hell?

“Of course it is. I put a curse on it so that it couldn’t be opened—actually, no, that’s not the point. What possessed you to run into the door!?”

“The Sage told me to bring you over at all costs. I’m just following what they said.” There was no way the Sage would issue that command, there was no reason for them to make such a demand. Of course, unless—

“Uh, Faust? You’re kinda spacing out.”

He didn’t know anything for sure yet. Though the thought—the possibility—that it’s the exact same case that he thought of was enough to make him feel warm. He hasn’t even answered Cain yet but he was already drifting away with his thoughts.

“Faust?”

“...”

“Faust…?”

“...”

“Faust!”

“H-Huh!?” He snapped out of it. A light hue of pink dusted his cheeks as he pinned his gaze away—was he so engrossed in his thoughts to the point that he couldn’t hear Cain calling out for him?

Oh, this is bad.

Really, really bad.

There was really no use denying it at this point. The answer was painfully clear.

This is—

iv. acceptance

“Sage, did you want to see me?” They turned their head towards his direction as soon as they heard his voice. Faust felt his heart beat a little faster. From nervousness or anticipation—he didn’t know. He couldn’t be bothered to think about the little details right now. He had much more pressing matters to attend to.

Such as how he was going to deal with the Sage.

“I did! You’ve locked yourself away in your room for a few days, I couldn’t help but get worried.” It was concerning how happy Faust felt when he heard them say that they were worried for him.

Seriously, I should get a grip on myself. He couldn’t afford to get distracted—he had to let it out before it consumed him whole. He shook his head and tried to put on a normal expression but the corners of his lips kept curling into a small smile.

“So you sent Cain to break down my door?”

“That wasn’t intentional! In the first place, I wasn’t the one who told him to bring you over—it was Murr who gave him the idea.” Inside his head, Faust was groaning. Outside, he couldn’t help but grin.

“Really? So you didn’t want to see me?”

Ah, was that too forward?

“It’s nothing like that. I do want to see you—” His brain stopped listening from that point on. He really couldn’t stop the way his eyes lit up and the familiar pink dusted his cheeks once more.

He took a step closer as he tried to ignore the way his heart was about to leap from his ribcage. Maybe it was reckless, maybe it was too straightforward but nobody ever said he was the type to beat around the bush after he came to terms with the fact that he’s fallen.

“In that case,” his face was close, “I’ll make sure to not stray too far from your sight.”

“You don’t have to go that far…”

“It’s what I want.” He admitted. “Don’t think that I decided all of this just for you. It’s for me, too.”

“Huh?”

“I want you to look at me.”

Maybe he’ll regret acting like this later on, or maybe he won’t. Though all he was certain of was the way he wanted them to go through the same cycle as he did before they would end up with the very same conclusion: I’ve fallen.

#mhyk #mhyk writing #my writing #promise of wizard #mhyk x reader #faust lavinia x reader #faust lavinia #mhyk faust #faust mhyk #faust x reader #mhyk faust x reader

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centralcountrycreature · 4 months

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If animals trust them then i trust them with my life

#What do you mean i shouldn't trust owen #owen mhyk #faust mhyk #Mahoyaku

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mahoyakumemes · 1 year

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Happy Birthday, Faust!

#mahoyaku #mahoyaku memes #promise of wizard #promise of wizard memes #mhyk #mhyk memes #faust lavinia #mhyk faust #faust mhyk #i have feelings for you #he gets more cause I love him sorry I'm biased

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peepee-envy · 2 years

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Mahoyaku Gifs

#mhyk #mahoyaku #promise of wizard #It's final week and I can't stop making these gifs #oz mhyk #cock robin #figaro #figaro garcia #fifi #lesbian #murr #murr hart #murr mhyk #figaro mhyk #faust #faust mhyk #gif #picmix

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sonoyya · 1 year

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Spouses

#mahoyaku #Nero mhyk #Faust mhyk #まほやく #まほやく fa #まほやく_fa #魔法使いの約束 #promise of wizard #my art

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nebulasteps · 1 year

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Doodle page commissions for @massrapture of his ocs and of Faust from Mahoyaku!!

#my art #not my ocs #Faust MHYK

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poliodeuces · 3 months

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miscellaneous mhyk doodles

#my favouritism is showing #white dying right next to whimsical owen and cerberus frolic time art #such is life #mahoyaku #promise of wizard #mhyk #owen mahoyaku #mithra mahoyaku #murr hart #faust lavinia #france art

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littlemmmonster · 4 months

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I made some mahoyaku stickers🥺🥺🥺

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lem0nsharks · 5 months

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Matching 🐑 <3

#my art #fanart #promise of wizard #mhyk #魔法使いの約束 #mahoyaku #lennox ram #faust lavinia #lenofau

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svoukos · 9 months

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#the sillies #mahoyaku #the promise of wizard #mhyk #figaro garcia #faust lavinia #bradley bain #lennox ram #nero turner #rustica ferch #chloe collins #cain knightley #owen mhyk #oz mhyk #murr hart #mitile flores

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nonotranslates · 1 year

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Faust 3rd Anniversary SSR Card - [Someday, It May Become A Beloved Story] - Card Episode, Home Screen Voice

Just the card episode (and home screen voice) because I can't get over the gap aaaa. I won't be working on the card story/skills/chibi description etc because time.

====== Card Episode - Matters of Interest to a Maledictor ======

Akira: Faust, do you have any legends or stories that you're fond of?

Faust: Legends or stories, huh…… I’m not sure if “fond of” is the right way to describe it……

Faust: But I guess perhaps this one story about a castle somewhere in Eastern Country that’s rumoured to be cursed?

Akira: Uh, is it a horror story?

Faust: There’s nothing particularly scary to it. It’s just a story where the lord of the castle got assassinated and his corpse stuffed into a wooden crate, that’s all.

Akira: Eeek…….

Faust: Sealed within that crate alongside the murdered castle lord’s body is his hatred, sorrow, and his grudge—

Akira: H-Hold on, please! It’s a horror story after all, isn’t it!?

Faust: Pfft……, my bad. Your reaction was just too good, I got carried away.

Faust: To be honest, it’s a rumor that I’m not sure if it’s even real at all. I was just a little interested in that wooden crate as a maledictor, that’s all.

Akira: That itself is scary in its own way too…..!

Faust: ……In that case, let’s change the topic. A story I like, huh……

Akira: (My goodness, my heart was pounding so hard just now…… As expected of a maledictor, his tolerance towards scary stories is on a completely different league.)

Faust: A long, long time ago at a certain place, there exists a village resided by no one but cats—

Akira: ……That’s one huge jump from before!

ㅤ

====== Home Screen Voice ======

Faust: Happy fairytales are happy *because* they are fairytales. Reality is different. It has plenty of painful and sad things. ……For staying by our side in a world like that, you have my thanks.

ㅤ

#mhyktl #faust lavinia #faust mhyk #mahoyaku #promise of wizard #mahoutsukai no yakusoku #i wish i had more free time but faust is right #reality sucks #fauchan's super duper cute pfft and smile at admitting that he just couldn't help himself with teasing akira was so good #bless live2d #fauchan loving curses stuff but also loving kitty meow meow village is so mmmmm yes #the duality of men

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possidere · 5 months

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☆ OUR MIRACLE, SOMEDAY, 4TH ANNIVERSARY

my dear wizards ... I pray that you live long lives .

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mcdonaldsnumberone · 5 months

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SKIN-DEEP COMEDY!

the symbolism of the wizards' crests and their journeys with you, their beloved master sage.

gender neutral reader

OZ!

—right collarbone: fragility, visibility, shattering of deep belief

Even the strongest wizard in the world has his weaknesses, even if it may be hard to believe. Maybe that’s why it’s so fitting for a man like him to have his crest placed in such a vulnerable place. The collarbone is infamous for being the most fractured bone, the right moreso being weaker than the left. Under the demonic guise, the facade of a wizard so powerful that he can bury his emotions, is a man whose heart is still thawing under love. Emotions are new, they’re fickle, and yet it’s enough to make him hesitate and reveal parts of himself that even he had never faced. Whether it be Arthur’s guidance or the wholehearted trust he puts in you to restore his world back to what it was, the shimmering black lily branded onto his right collarbone is the only telltale symbol on his body of the man behind the magic.

“Remember your duty, Master Sage. The moon does not forgive. Only the strong can survive in this world. Mind your place, and stay by my side.”

ARTHUR!

—right hand: ownership, power, a place of honor and status in biblical text

Sworn to the throne by birthright, Arthur is a man meant to grow into power and grace. His crest speaks to this responsibility, hovering over him more imposingly than any uncle or throne could. He carries out the will of the Central country, second to only the citizens of the people he rules over. His destiny is to inherit and enact blessings, and the constant visibility of his crest is an undeniable reminder of his fealty to you and that he must always use his place as both a wizard and a prince for nothing but good. You have faith that he won’t waver, not when he has such clear eyes for the future and comrades that believe in him without a shadow of doubt. Arthur is someone that’ll seek the light even when the odds are stacked against him, and his outstretched hand, bearing the black lily, will herald his bright tomorrows.

“Please trust me. So long as you are with me, I won’t allow any harm to befall on you. Not only are you the Master Sage, but you are someone important to me above all.”

CAIN!

—right forearm: strength, action, the capacity to start anew

Cain is a man of the sword first and foremost. Even now, with his secret as a wizard out on full display, he defines himself as a knight before anything else. His crest is representative of his strength and his will, as someone who has vowed to keep his liege safe but to also bear the safety of those around him. He’s determined not to make enemies with anyone that might stand in his way, whether it be human or wizard alike. Cain knows there’s more to the world than the small sliver he’s seen, and he knows holding onto his courageous heart will be the key to paving a way for those to follow. Despite having his status, his humanity, and his eye robbed of him, he wants you to help him stand strong in what he believes in. The black lily on his right forearm brandishes his sword literally and figuratively: a living embodiment of his justice.

“Let me protect you. I want to be someone you can lean on, Master Sage. It’s okay to depend on me. As long as I’m standing, I’ll be someone who fights for your honor.”

RIQUET!

—forehead: intellect, intelligence, heavenly love with the good

The world is an anomaly to Riquet just as much as Riquet is an anomaly to the world. After being withheld so much, Riquet’s only now learning what it means to exist apart from his days locked away in a cult. The line between curiosity and hedonism is a thin one: the one between morality and cruelty even thinner. His crest is a reminder of everything he has yet to learn and the importance of utilizing what he already has. Riquet has to discern between what will help others, what will help him, and what will betray everything he’s built up until now. You’re a stranger from another world who holds nothing but kindness towards him, so isn’t it only natural that he looks to you with reverence in his eyes? The black lily on his forehead is a manifestation of his hunger for intelligence, but also a newfound devotion to do good, for the universe and for himself.

“Let us step away from sin. Guide me to the light, and I will do the same for you. There are so many things wrong with this world, so let’s work hard together to make everything right again.”

SNOW!

—right neck: anger, hazardous, desolate to truth

Blood stains Snow’s hands. There’s no wizard that doesn’t eventually end up succumbing to the chaotic roar nestled inside their chest, but it’s one thing to kill others for power or glory and another to kill your very own kindred out of desperation. He claims it was love that brought White back from the dead, tethering his own soul and sharing it with his twin, but the dead swirls in his golden eyes hint at something a bit obsessive instead. But all’s well that ends well, and your worries should be less about him and more about yourself instead. This world is a lot scarier than you think, and it’s only right that a wizard as wise and skilled as he is ought to guide you through its pitfalls. The right side of his neck is adorned with a black half lily: an eternal reminder of his mistake and his rage, and everything he has to do in order to rectify his sins.

“Have you ever loved someone to the point of death? No? It's an indescribably heartbreaking experience. Master Sage, I hope this world will be kinder to you than it was to me.”

WHITE!

—left neck: strain, the past, implementation of the soul’s will

White is a remnant of what he once was. With no being of his own, his borrowed corporeal form is just an extension of Snow’s longing. He knows his time here is borrowed and yet he can’t even find solace in having died once. He shares his convoluted and twisted truth with the rest of the wizards, even extending a hand towards you when you’re willing to listen to whatever sick advice he might whisper into your ears. It’s hard to believe that his familial love for his brother isn’t as warped as he is, not when the hand that strokes yours feels so real. His half crest is a reminder that White is truly no longer and that he’s practically a ghost wandering in the shadow of Snow’s rage. The black half lily on his left neck is a mark of taboo, not fully intact but refusing to disappear altogether.

“Has someone ever loved you to the point of death? No? It’s a truly beautiful thing, Master Sage. Perhaps I can show you, if your curiosity demands it.”

MITHRA!

—pelvis: sexuality, old memories and trauma, issues of control

The pursuit of strength might be Mithra’s own way of keeping those he loves safe. He once had no one he could call his, at least, not until Tiletta took him as his student and made him a part of her family. Despite him being rough around the edges, you know that his obsession with becoming the strongest is only so that no one can question him and his desire to be loved. There’s no other reason as to why he holds your hand so tightly as he sleeps, or why he refuses to let any other wizard wager any influence over you. He bares himself wholly to you and you only, trusting that you understand his brusque words. The black lily nestled by his hips is proof of his love, and it’s a mark that he would only show to you. It’s an honor he won’t give to anyone else, so cherish it closely.

“...Don’t go anywhere, Master Sage. What, is that something you wouldn’t expect from me? Does it matter? You’re going to be with me. Nothing more to it.”

OWEN!

—tongue: the devil, the voice of the gods, shame

Owen shrouds himself in mystery, and he takes pleasure only in his hedonistic ways. Whether it be sneaking sweets when no one is looking or thinking up of new ways to torment those around him, everything he does remains inexplicable to anybody else in the Wizards’ Manor. No matter how thorny he is to you or how much he threatens to rip you from limb to limb, you refuse to back down in your attempts to wiggle into his heart. He’ll spew curses and keep you at bay, but he can’t deny your warm heart and the time you’ve spent with him. Maybe his distance is not because of maliciousness but out of his own loneliness, with large swathes of his memory missing. Can anything else come close to your sincerity? There’s no telling. His mouth will always say one thing, but the black lily engraved onto his tongue speaks of a devoted truth.

“Say, Master Sage, I wonder what taking your heart as a trophy would be like. A gruesome, bloody heart, ripped straight from your broken ribs. All mine… Won’t you give it to me?

BRADLEY!

—right abdomen: dysfunctionality, things unresolved and unprocessed, authenticity

The spitting image of the North, Bradley always holds his head high despite how much his situations have changed. A once-proud bandit leader of a powerful group, Bradley’s power lies not in his magical strength but in the keen mind that he sharpens with each year that he puts under his belt. He’s experienced his fair share of victories, but he’s experienced even more heartbreaks. He’s cognizant that nothing lasts forever, more than anyone else, but at the same time, could you blame him for not knowing when to let something so sweet go? Fate dangles regret right in front of his face, and it’s up to you to unravel the tangled threads. Sometimes he’ll indulge parts of his past with you, weaving tales of biting cold Northern winds and his stellar glory days, but the glimpses of the black lily on his right abdomen remind you of everything else he’s left unshared and unsaid.

“I got your back, so don’t slouch. A real leader worth their salt has to hold their head up straight, you hear? You’ve got the great Bradley Bain as your right hand man, Master Sage.”

FAUST!

—left shoulder blade: connection to the heart, guilt, vulnerability

Faust’s crest spreads like a shadow on his back, bearing the guilt and altruism of his past. It’s bigger than any other wizards’ crest for a reason, and it covers him as if it were the same embrace that he yearned for for so many years. His heart is jaded yet still soft, wanting assurance that his actions are the right decisions yet unsure if his goodwill is enough to save the crumbling world around him. His faith has been tested time and time again, and he’s sure it’s going to be tested once more, as the moon descends to take everything he’s cared for. Your clear eyes and unwavering loyalty to him might seem overbearing, but this devotion is what he needs to find the courage to stand up once more. The black lily on his left shoulder blade is his fealty to you and his choice to believe in goodness once more.

“There’s no need to praise me. I’m only doing what’s right. I’m no hero, no great leader, nor am I the Faust of the legends. Please, Master Sage, I’m nothing but a wizard that believes in you.”

HEATHCLIFF!

—lower left back: acceptance, generosity, crossroads at life

Many wizards of different walks of life are called to duty, but Heathcliff stands unique as the heir to a noble family. If being a wizard wasn’t difficult on its own, he’s had to balance the responsibility of his birthright and position for his entire life. Despite the doubts that gnaw like gnats in his mind, Heathcliff strives to be gracious and clement, vowing never to use his position for evil. And yet with his position as an heir growing heavier and the world demanding even more of his sensibility, the insecurity that plagues him becomes harder to wipe away. It’s only the love and care of those around him that can prop him back up, and one day, he hopes that he can extend a helping hand to you just as much as you’ve done for him. His lower left back sparkles with the black petals of a lily, his wizard’s crest, with his gratitude towards you.

“There’s a lot of times when I feel inadequate for all the titles I hold… And yet, you never admonish me for my mistakes, Master Sage. Thank you, and I’ll do my best for you.”

SHINO!

—right shoulder: masculinity, bearing burdens, imbalance

Rash but smart, strong yet inexperienced, Shino’s eager to take on the world and prove himself as a worthy retainer of Heathcliff. He’s hyperaware of everything he owes to the Blanchett family, and for him, becoming a Sage’s Wizard is his way of paying back the debt that saved him from a life of misery. He has little to call his own, not even his own last name, but what bonds he does have, he treasures above all else. The intensity and fear in his eyes are a testament to everything he has to put on the line so he can hold true to his promise of eternal loyalty. You’re the only one that can hope to understand him, the only one to help him digest the danger and the perils around him. The black lily on his right shoulder is the power you give him, to lead him to glory, to lead him to the refuge that he’s sought after all this time.

“Worry about yourself, Master Sage. I know how to hold my own ground. Things will fall apart if anything happens to you. You’re someone I can’t afford to lose yet.”

NERO!

—left bicep: to nurture, receiving support, intuition

For every shining protagonist on the stage, there’s someone hidden in the curtains to pull the strings. Nero wonders how long he’s been the one in the back. He has an intelligent mind and an even harsher tongue at times, his Northern birth betraying the Eastern mask he puts on. If he closes his mind and lets himself dream, he can conjure up distant memories of snowy nights spent drinking, boisterous laughter, the indulgence of stolen goods and a gruff voice praising his wits. But when he opens his eyes back up, he’s reminded of his betrayal. It’s hard to swallow back the lump in his throat when you console him and tell him he’s more than his past mistakes, but how many more can he make before his act is up? The black lily that appeared on his left bicep betrayed his facade once, and only so many parts can disintegrate before the entire whole crumbles.

“You can’t trust a man like me. But you’re going to do it anyway? You’re such a hassle at times, Master Sage. No, it’s okay. Being stubborn is a good thing too.”

SHYLOCK!

—left collarbone: shock, union, enthusiasm of a full heart

The beauty of being the one pursued means that Shylock has seen the rarest and the most desperate parts of the human psyche. It doesn’t mean he himself is above falling victim to love’s incessant ways, but it’s given him a seduction and a charm that’s increasingly difficult to read. You’re lucky that you have a special place in his heart, with his penchant for treating his loved ones like a pet. He claims Western wizards are free spirits who hate being tied down, but somewhere in his soul, perhaps he’s also grown tired of the cat-and-mouse game he plays with his admirers. He wants the permanence of something fickle, and is there anyone better for that role than the Sage from another world? He doesn’t want to trap you per se, but he wants to see how far he can go with this borrowed time. The black lily branded onto his left collarbone is his permanent reminder of a temporary bond.

“What a beautiful face you’re making, Master Sage. Fufu, am I getting too close to you? Won’t you allow me, just this once? I want to be spoiled by you today.”

MURR!

—right palm: good luck, encouragement to work hard, impending loss

Is there anything in this world that Murr hasn’t taken an interest in? Undone by his own pursuit of knowledge combined with just the right amount of hubris, even in his shattered form, Murr walks to the beat of his own drum and explores to the tune of his heart. It’s an impossible task to turn him back into the fickle man he was before he ventured too close to the moon, but when he pulls you in for a dance in the courtyard or whisks you away on his broom, it’s hard to stomach the dread that settles in your stomach as you realize his current form is an apparition of smoke and mirrors. Murr doesn’t mind—there’s still plenty out there for him to squander his foolishness on. He’ll happily invite you to fall with him, and the black lily weeping in the middle of his right palm is the proof of the only ending the two of you can have.

“Why the long face? Dance with me, Master Sage! Look at how lovely the moon is and how bright it makes everything down here! Why don’t we fly up and say hello too?”

CHLOE!

—right chest: dissatisfaction in relationships, physical connection, personal power

Optimism and a desire to be loved is what Chloe cares most about. After having his entire world flipped upside down by Rustica’s mistake, he’s learned what it means to be a human and a wizard. He vows to use his talents to spread happiness and always to help others, but each corner of the world seems to be tainted with insecurity and doubt the more he aims to spread goodness and truth. Even his own bond with his teacher seems shaky at times, and Chloe wants to find the courage to break free of his mold to reach through to Rustica’s frozen heart. You’re the only one to know the conflict in his heart, torn between both what’s good and what’s truthful. You appreciate him for who he is: a reflection of all the good wishes he’s kept inside, and the black lily hidden away on his right chest is only the beginning to what you hope will be nothing but a flowery path for him.

“Do you have faith in me? Then… I’ll do what I can so that I won’t let you down! You always see the good in everyone and in me, so I’ll do my part to repay the favor, Master Sage!”

RUSTICA!

—throat: truth, purification, clarity in responsibility

Rustica desires to love. His entire time as a wizard has been in chase of a bride from memory. The smiling nobleman wants the warm embrace of a lover, their soft whispers, even a quick kiss stolen in between honeyed glances. But that dream has long fluttered away, and only remnants of feathers remain at the floor of his birdcage. He doesn’t mind; his eyes have been opened thanks to his diligent apprentice and you. You’ve never denied his romantic streak, not when everyone else ridiculed him, not when even the universe seemed to condemn him from love. It’s no wonder that he clings so desperately to the dregs of love that he can catch from the end of your words or your touches. The black lily on his throat is his duty to uncover the reality of his past and to fulfill his duty of devoting himself to love, be it something old or something new.

“Ah, you look as lovely as ever, Master Sage. Your presence never fails to stir something in my heart. Come, let me adore you even more. You deserve nothing less.”

FIGARO!

—right rib cage: crookedness, need to protect the heart, longing for reunion

A man of self-inflicted ephemerality, Figaro struggles to see the permanence of the world. His idea of love is so tilted, so permanently warped, that he develops an inhuman craving for being desired that he refuses to fulfill. He wants to reach out and to be brave, and yet some cowardly vices keep him entrapped in a web of his own making. Even behind all of his empty, slack eyes and perfectly poised smiles, you keep probing far deeper than he expected or wanted you too. Though simultaneously, he wants you to keep pushing, wants you to understand his soul-crushing loneliness and save him from it. Surely, you can see past the “ordinary” wizard doctor to see the broken man underneath; you’re the only one that can save him now. Hidden away like his heart is the black lily on his right rib cage, forever yearning, forever begging for one more chance from cruel fate.

“You’re staring at me so intently. Could it be that you’ve fallen for Dr. Figaro? Haha, I’m only teasing you. You deserve a far finer man, Master Sage.”

RUTILE!

—right wrist: misalignment of purpose, sentimentality, movement

Rutile straddles the difficult line between the past, the present, and the future. He plays the precarious game of balancing his mother’s legacy and his younger brother’s unrelenting desire to unleash his full potential, all while tending to his own needs and the responsibility of being appointed a Sage’s Wizard. It’s all too easy for him to get lost in the memories of the simpler days in the South Country, with a baby Mitile clinging to his side and his students surrounding him. But he has to find courage and to place his trust in you, praying that you have the proper vision to use his magic for good. You’re both a cherished friend and a leader to Rutile, and it would shatter him to lose you too. He doesn’t need grandeur or glory, only your guaranteed safety. The black lily carved onto his right wrist is his constant wish for your well-being.

“Would you like a ride on my broom, Master Sage? Ah, you don’t need to look so scared! Would you like me to hold your hand too? No? C’mon, it’ll be fun!”

LENNOX!

—nape: freedom of the soul, deeper truths, connection

Lennox has lived honestly and faithfully, dedicating himself wholly to what he believes to be right. He spent centuries in search of the lost leader he considered to be his master, and he spent even more time pondering what his place in this world was. While he knows he’s no magical genius like Faust might be or even a figure of legend like Oz, his genuine desire to help others and to protect those he’s placed his devotion towards runs far deeper than any magic could even fathom. His true strength lies in aligning his life with yours, the same love he tends to his herd with becoming the same love he needs in order to save the world with nothing but his bare hands. The black lily that blooms on the nape of his neck is a reminder of the delicacy in his fortitude, the gentile nature that will render him as a true savior.

“Is anything troubling you? No? That’s good. I’m not the best talker, but… I’m always willing to listen to your words, Master Sage. I will be strong for you.”

MITILE!

—left wrist: divinity, receiving energy and protection, healing

The youngest of the Sage’s Wizards and the youngest son of the great witch, Mitile’s entire soul itches to live up the shoes that his mother left for him. He knows he’s capable of doing amazing and unearthly things with his magic, gifted by his older brother in order to keep him alive. No amount of patience is enough to quell his curiosity, so as the Sage, you’re tasked with the impossible duty of giving him the experience he needs all while being cognizant of the ambitions of those around him. Will you let him run free, to become the terrifying wizard he dreams of? Or will you let him be snuffed out, a sacrificial lamb in order to save the entirety of South Country. There has to be a middle ground, and when the black lily on his left wrist glitters cruelly, you have to believe that you’ve made the right choice.

“Master Sage, look what I can do! Magic sure is amazing. One day, I’ll be a wizard as great as my mother, and I’ll be sure to wow you even more!”

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