TG Sorcerer's Captions and Stories

You had a good feeling about that promotion. The interview had gone really well, and your bosses had always been impressed by your performance and eager attitude, always taking on initiatives and extra responsibilities, so when the management position had applied, you had been strongly encouraged to apply for it. Obviously, there was quite a bit of competition despite you being the running favorite, as this job was a steppingstone to upper management, pretty much a requirement for anyone to have any career progression within the team. And at your young age of 31, you felt it was an honor to be considered, and would be the youngest person in that role in years if you managed to get it. Your biggest competition for the position was James, who was a senior amongst the staff, the one with the most experience in his position. While you were young and eager, he was older and more comfortable with his tasks. Too comfortable. He didn’t take on more than he needed to, because why would he? He...

You are a very young, very eager sorcerer's apprentice. Naturally you were told to only work under the supervision of your master, but with such power, such potential at your fingertip, who can resist a bit of experimenting? So here you were, in the laboratory late at night, alone, trying out a recipe you were sure would work. Except that it did not. As you added the wyrmroot to the mixture, the whole thing violently evaporated, sending a hot, pink cloud of mist spiraling into the room. As the fumes dissapated, you could only witness the disastrous result of your clandestine brewing. You had been turned into a girl! Checking on the shelves, you were distraught to find that the mist had caused all the labels to peel off, leaving you unsure of which elixir did what, and you weren't about to take a chance and brew one yourself, considering the end result of your last attempt. Gathering the few vials which you thought would have a best chance of changing back, you set them in front...

Tricksters are interesting beings. Blessed with reality altering powers, they can alter objects, people, thoughts, anything you can imagine really. But Tricksters aren’t humans per say. They take our appearance, use our language to communicate, they wear or clothes, eat and breathe like normal people, but they most definitely aren’t people. They don’t have our base desires, our impulses, and our needs. Wielding unlimited power, they don’t thirst for global domination, riches, and fame, as all those things would be easily within their grasp, too easily. Instead, they take their life’s pleasure in messing with people, changing them, their jobs, their relationship, their bodies and even their thoughts, leaving them stuck in a new undesired life. People changed this way usually remember who they were before, but their new personalities are overpowering, and so they are stuck acting like the people they become, whether they like it or not. Sometimes, the changes have some reason and meaning...

It was a beautiful day at the state fair, the sun was shining, kids were running around laughing, sounds of games, arcades and rides resounding through the summer air made for a joyous and festive ambiance. But, most importantly, you were truly, deeply happy. Arm wrapped around your beautiful wife, there was nowhere else you would rather be in the world than by her side. You had played a few games here and there already, grabbed a few snacks to eat, and now you were just relaxing, enjoying each other’s company, and chatting without a care in the world. The two of you had met many years ago, and it had been Love at first sight. And now that you had been married for a few years, the discussion was gravitating towards the future, and when to start having kids. You were both in a good place with your jobs, owned a decent sized house, everything was in place start raising a family. And your wife Melissa couldn’t agree more. But then all the soft drinks started getting to you, or more specif...

Your ex-girlfriend Janice wasn’t the most stable person. She wasn’t batshit crazy per say, but she often freaked out over little things, and could be emotionally manipulative, preventing you from going out with friends, and going as far as sneaking on your phone to make sure you didn’t speak to any girls. Your self-esteem was so low at that point, it took you years to realize that this relationship was toxic and not doing you any good, actually contributing to your negative mindset and depression. And you weren’t able to do it yourself. Liana, a coworker, was your biggest supporter over the year, being there when you needed to talk and vent, hearing your relationship horror stories, providing you comfort and companionship. Of course, Janice never knew about her, or she would have flipped her shit and forced you to change jobs. Even when you left her in the end she didn’t know of Liana’s influence on your decision, of how she helped you on the path to self-acceptance and a healthy minds...

 Allan had always been fascinated by all things magic. He would constantly go to shows, stop to see street performers, even attend conventions on occasion. Of course, he had tried himself, but he lacked the dexterity and showmanship, and decided to give up on that dream, opting to remain a spectator in that domain, which was fine by him, as the more mystery there was, the more surprise and enjoyment he could have. Unfortunately for him, his wife Ariel did not share his enthusiasm, being a pragmatic, down to earth person, she didn’t enjoy the tricks and mysticism. Tricks were either too easy to decipher and boring, or impossible to solve and the performer was cheating, there was no middle ground, and thus no enjoyment for her. But tonight, Allan had finally convinced her to attend a show with him. It wasn’t magic per say, it was a hypnotist show, so it was a bit of compromise. Allan could finally share his passion with his wife, and Ariel could say that she had at least tried to e...