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magioftheseas · 10 months
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The Lament Of BingLiu (Demonic Edition)
Summary: Demons really think Lord Luo should give Liu Qingge a chance. Bingqiu was kinda cringe.
Rating: T
Warnings: Mentions of violence and torture. This is mostly crack but it’s from the POV of demons, soooo....
Notes: This idea is based on a post by @yunmeng-jiang​ which was very, very funny so I wrote a short fic inspired by it. I guess it reads as anti-bingqiu?? I swear I love them, I just think it’s funny that in-universe others sure don’t.
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It was a huge relief when Lord Luo stole that corpse. But who would have thought it would unravel into a soap opera, the lengths of which demonkind would be endlessly enthralled and chomping at the bit as they bore witness to such…such shamelessly fruitless attempts of courtship?!
To some, it made sense. Lord Luo was undoubtedly powerful. Despite the undeniable stink of human, his gaze had the beauty of the Endless Abyss. Meaning, endlessly dark and terrifying, exuding such vicious demonic qi that writhed and beckoned like many a drowning soul looking to drag another down. His commanding presence and chilly stoicism drove many demonesses wild with the desire to attempt tearing him to shreds. That Mobei-Jun became his second-in-command was even more delightfully terrifying and captivating! And Lord Luo was exceedingly disinterested in any flirtation thrown at him, no matter how seductive the body or sensual the motions. The more untouchable, the more desirable!
But then others would point out one Peak Lord Shen Qingqiu, and the ones that didn’t groan would instead elect to ignore the name and existence entirely for the sake of their own sanity.
Yes, Lord Luo was undoubtedly powerful and his general demeanor was respectably detached.
But then there was Shen Qingqiu, the peak lord. The one blight on Lord Luo’s peerless record and reputation.
For, you see… There was no way around it. It was embarrassing. Lord Luo’s infatuation with Peak Lord Shen was so fucking embarrassing that many demons would rather die than be reminded of it.
There was some hope when rumors spread of Lord Luo’s failed assault attempt in the past, in which Shen Qingqiu cruelly threw him into the abyss. That, surely, maybe, Lord Luo was planning a delectably complex (if not convoluted) revenge against his old master, and hopefully, this would result in imprisonment and public humiliation via ravishing where Lord Luo could thoroughly assert his sexual dominance. Maybe demonkind would even be treated to a show of Peak Lord Shen being slowly de-limbed and bled out like a pig for hours if not days on end!
But. No. Demonkind got nothing of the sort.
At the same time that Lord Luo conquered lands and seized control across the realm, he also rose in the ranks of Huan Hua Palace as a ‘respected’ cultivator. This was great! Like a true parasite, Lord Luo infected the cultivation world and soon would have both humans and demons under his thumb. It would also serve as wonderful revenge against the master who rejected him for his demonic nature!
Until one praised Lord Luo for such diabolical thinking and would receive a chilling glare in return. More chilling was the realization that Lord Luo wasn’t doing this for revenge but to regain his master’s favor. To impress him.
Which…was pathetic?! So fucking pathetic, holy shit?! Any respectable demon would weep tears of blood if not throw up their innards on the spot! It meant that on the off chance this stupid fucking plan ever fucking worked then Lord Luo would happily give up any ambitions of destroying the cultivation world, and demons might just end up subjugated into getting along with humans or some other crap! No fucking thanks?!
Demons had to pray that their Saintly Ruler would get rejected again but harder, and that…was just so goddamn embarrassing. Many just wanted to die to escape the embarrassment!
So! It was! Just! A huge relief for so many reasons when Shen Qingqiu died! More so when Lord Luo stole his corpse! Not only did it crumble all possibility of a forced truce with the cultivation world, but like, stealing someone’s corpse?! Super hardcore and actually romantic! Sure, it was a little pitiful, but in a way that demons were culturally more understanding of, especially when it got out that Lord Luo was sleeping with it. Even better, this caused conflict with the cultivation world. Peace was never going to be an option, and it was all thanks to Peak Lord Shen dying! Truly, demonkind was grateful for his idiotic and pointless sacrifice!
Sure, Lord Luo was now even colder and far more erratic and cruel, but that was just how they liked him! This was a win for all of demonkind!
But…then the situation became a little peculiar.
Lord Luo was driven into insanity seeking a way to revive Shen Qingqiu. That was fine. The other peak lords wanted Shen Qingqiu’s corpse back in order to perform some stupid-ass funeral rites. That was understandable. Peak Lord Liu Qingge, in particular, was overzealous in challenging Lord Luo for the corpse.
The first ten times were entertaining and even cute. Liu Qingge was as stubborn as he was bloodthirsty, and Lord Luo countered and rebuked him with ease. Liu Qingge would make somewhat of a mess and then be beaten into submission, and then…
Lord Luo…would have him sent safely back to his peak rather than killed? Okay, one could see how that act of mercy was humiliating. So, that could be rationalized. Kind of.
Except then it kept happening. Day in, day out. Week after week. Month after month. Year after year.
Obviously, there would be whispers. Wasn’t Liu Qingge too overzealous? Too eager to fight? Too stubborn and yet reliable in his challenges? It was almost like…like…like…
Like Liu Qingge seriously had the hots for Lord Luo, right?! Oh sure, everyone knew that Liu Qingge was the bloodhound of Cang Qiong Mountain, the one always the first on the battlefield. But no reasonable person would go this far for a stupid fucking corpse. Perhaps Liu Qingge would do this for any of his fellow peak lords?
Except as the fights continued, demons began to doubt it was that simple.
Not to mention that Lord Luo continued to spare Liu Qingge’s life and continued to have him safely returned to his peak. Every single time. Every week. Of every month. Of every year.
There was no way around it.
This was a courtship.
Dutifully, devotedly, Liu Qingge would always come to duel Lord Luo. They would clash and exchange passionate blows. Liu Qingge would recklessly throw himself at Lord Luo until his body became unable to keep up with his virile spirit. Then, after he collapsed, Lord Luo would tenderly gather him up and have him oh so carefully sent off to safety.
A courtship. One that Lord Luo was not outright rejecting like all the others.
Sure, Lord Luo ending up with a different peak lord probably wouldn’t have great political results, but with how much of a brute he was, surely Liu Qingge could be persuaded down the demonic path? After all, he liked Lord Luo so much! Thus, a kind of tentative hope formed in demonkind. One where Lord Luo tossed that dumb corpse aside and took up Liu Qingge on his courtship.
It felt like a bit of a long shot, but when faced with such an onslaught of passion, demonesses couldn’t help but throw in their support for Liu Qingge’s efforts! No matter how fruitless it seemed, Liu Qingge had demonkind cheering him on! Surely someday Lord Luo would realize that they had something special!
Fucking! SURELY!
After all, it wasn’t like Shen Qingqiu could ever come back. That idiot was deader than dead. Like, super dead. The dead don’t come back to life.
That… That would be ridiculous…
Another day. Another fight. Another crushing defeat.
Luo Binghe sighed, waving his hand as he always did to signify that it was time to take Liu Qingge home. Mobei-Jun, lord of the northern desert and glorified xianxia-styled taxi service, plucked the peak lord off the shattered floor as he always did. With a soft sigh in sympathy to yet another one of Liu Qingge’s failed attempts at winning his lord’s heart, Mobei-Jun teleported them away.
Lord Luo just returned to his quarters where the stupid corpse and a whole bunch of paperwork awaited. Sha Hualing grumbled, knowing that he was likely going to have her deliver any completed documents soon. It was another mundane day for Lord Luo and his lackeys. The maids would clean up, comparing this previous destruction to the last and gossiping about Liu Qingge’s unwavering affections. They would continue to internally wish him best of luck for his next visit.
And Luo Binghe, oblivious if not uncaring, would continue to wish for his shizun to return.
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Madoka magica au that I might write a fic of:
It’s basically a “what if” Homura wished to bring madoka back from the dead instead of going back in time to protect her. In this version she is too overwhelmed by madoka, that she doesn’t think to fix the rest of the decimation or protect her instead or anything like that, just “please bring her back”. And kyubey answers. Madoka is brought back from the dead but it’s not really madoka… it’s a more extroverted defender of Homura (if you’ve read some of The summer Hikaru went missing, it’s a similar dynamic) she’s a little more violent and she doesn’t quite remember all the things that happened. She also wears Homura’s soul gem. There’s a reason for that. Their souls have kind of intertwined and if Homura walks to far from her, madoka will die. It’s part of the reason the chain is both gold and silver. But also because she kinda looks reminiscent of kyubey now, with the gold rings and red eyes etc.
I though Homura’s magical girl uniform would be different since the wish was different.
Basically the plot is Homura being happy madoka is back, realizing this is kinda like a ship of Theseus “is this even her?” Situation and they both have to live in the fucked up aftermath of walpurgisnacht fighting weird corrupted souls? Kinda different from witches but similar. It would be a mystery.
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magicclownjuice · 1 year
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I PRESENT TO YOU, SOME ART FOR A FANFIC I'M WRITING: BEAUTY AND THE BEAST AU, FEATURING Y/N AS BELLE AND ECLIPSE AS THE BEAST. >:}c ENJOY!!!
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andithiel · 3 months
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Harry Potter and the Quest for the Faulty Vibrator
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Drarry | 9k | Explicit
Tags: EWE, PWP, auror trainers, magical sex toys, accidental edging, getting a toy stuck inside, magically powerful Harry, wandless magic, anal fingering, out of medical necessity, kissing, anal sex, probably ill advised considering the situation, both are too horny to care, explicit consent, enthusiastic consent, bottoming from the top, Harry has the patience of an angel, ust, rst, multiple orgasms, coming untouched, aftercare of sorts, getting together
Summary: When Pansy Parkinson talks Harry into going to Malfoy’s flat to help him with an emergency, Harry’s not entirely sure what to find. It’s definitely not a naked Malfoy needing help retrieving a magical vibrator stuck in his arse.
A/N: Oh. My GOD! This took me so effin long to write and it's finally done! I'm not including any excerpt because I've left multiple snips when writing this. Thank you so much to my 3 lovely betas @sleepstxtic, @nefariousfairybread and Dromikins who looked this over for me and made me feel like a rockstar, you're the best.
Read on AO3
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kira-anon-uwu · 1 year
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i have decided to start drawing my fanfictions as shitty ms pain comics
no one can stop me except god, here is this one
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Oh man, I found this great author who writes AMAZING MadoHomu stuff. Like, all the works I’ve seen from them are WONDERFUL!! They’re on AO3, called rubylily (here’s their Madoka works) and just…WOW they write SO WELL. I don’t think it’s for everyone, but for me I really appreciate (and admire, A LOT) how they write and all their stories too!!
They also have a few fics on MadoSaya, MadoMami, HomuMami, SayaMami, and one fic was KyoMami and one other fic was KyoMado too. There’s also some stories there that aren’t romantic, just platonic!
But everything I’ve seen from them are GREAT.
(Oh but many (if not all) of the MadoHomu fics I’ve seen from them are bittersweet and generally hurt/comfort. It’s great, for me especially “in your eyes, an endless garden”.)
The way they write their hurt/comfort fics is KILLING ME in the inside, I swear…and it’s such an addictive feeling…it’s just so good for me…
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punapioni · 5 months
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MAGI POST-CANON THINGS EVERYONE SHOULD HAVE EXPLORED IN FANFIC AND META POSTS ALREADY BUT HAVEN'T
King Drakon of Sindria, Queen Sahel. Their children?
What's up with Hinahoho's children
New magic cooperation between Magnostadt's academy and Kou Empire's new magic school/facility/whatever
Will Aladdin ever be a magic teacher? In Magnostadt?
What are Kouen and co. up to now? Will Kouha give his mother a grandchild?
How will Morgiana's future as a bridge between fanalis and the rest work out?
Will Sinbad ever return :D
Will Yam and Sharrkan ever actually get together :D
Are all of the ex-generals really going to remain monarchs of their nations, or will some of them give the thrones to their siblings?
Will the illegitimate children of Sinbad show up, demanding recognition :DDD
Fanalis returning to the Dark Continent? Rebuilding?
(Literally anything about Judar's village but this has been explored a little bit)
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keikaru · 1 month
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dreams do not end when you open your eyes - madoka magica (Homura & Madoka)
Her heart beats to the rhythm of Madoka’s name. Only Madoka’s name
Homura’s heart is set aflame with her devotion to Madoka. She will protect her even if it means bending the laws of time to will her wish into reality.
Time will not break her body but her mind. Despair and hope flutter between her ribs, and even if time does not break her body, her mind feels the effects of each loop.
But for Madoka, she will wrench back the hands of time to rewrite their ending. For Homura, there is no greater wish than seeing Madoka’s smile.
Heart aflame, Homura reaches for her bow and fires a succession of arrows. Slender fingers pluck the arrows as if sending a gift of lilies to the receiver. Despite her graceful actions, Homura’s eyes sharpen into a predator’s gaze, counting down the seconds to corner and maim her prey.
She steadies her aim and releases a flurry of arrows with unmatched precision. The arrows are ruthless when they identify its mark—burying itself hilt deep into the wailing witch.
The death cries grow quiet as a bouquet of light flashes. When the brilliance fades, the witch bursts into a confetti of white sparks, like a mermaid disappearing into seafoam.
Once the smoke disperses, grief seeds decorate the ground like loose buttons. Homura leans down and lets her soul gem eagerly devour the seeds. Her soul gem replenishes, the blotted gem turns into a pure, white crystal. Steadily, a warmth spreads across her body, and the tingling sensation fades when her strength returns. Flexing her fingers, she summons her bow like lightning’s equal.
Homura then pockets the remaining seeds and gradually stands up, brushing off the exhaustion of battle from her skirt.
To see that her wish is granted, she will rend each witch asunder to keep Madoka safe.
After all, dreams do not end when you open your eyes.
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garr9988 · 1 year
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I'd love to do or organize a PMMM project (webcomic, visual novel like MagiReco, fanfic, etc.) about the Witches from the original series as Magical Girls... but so much of their lore is locked behind the language barrier of all the production notes that, after about a decade now, still aren't translated.
I think a group project like this would be fun to do as a fandom collective, but to even get a beginning understanding of these characters, we'd need translators.
If anyone would be interested in being involved in a project like this, or wants to help find a Japanese translator(s), reblogs would be appreciated.
(Alternatively, the ideas I have could be done with an entirely original cast, which opens the door for people to make or offer their OCs to use!)
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babymagi · 9 months
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*screams* OKAY SO
Someone other than me posted on the AliJu tag (not clickbait) and I absolutely LOVE their fic it's my new favourite thing, and in that fic Alibaba and Judar exchange bouquets of sunflowers and black baccara roses respectively, which I thought was just SO cute and SO in character hence I drew it
Go read the fic right now because it's beautiful 🔫🔫🔫
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magioftheseas · 1 year
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For @bingqiuminibang and @mellicindi
Summary: The northern river carried only misfortune. The villagers would see the injured man on the riverbank as an omen of disaster. But Shen Qingqiu couldn't abandon him. Luo Binghe's human form may be a lie, but the love he holds for the man who saved him is genuine. Hiding his true nature, however, brings consequences that threaten his beloved's life.
Rating: T+
Warnings: Violence, blood, gore, body horror, self-harm, themes of suicide, including suicidal thoughts and ideation. Please speak to an expert if you or a loved one is struggling!
Notes: The initial prompt was by Mellicindi who also drew an illustration! It’s absolutely beautiful! I was inspired by all sorts of things while writing, namely The Crane Wife! I got super into it so I really hope you enjoy!
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Summary: Sinbad invites a number of esteemed guests to one of his island villas to celebrate Sindria's fifteenth year of prosperity. Murder is the last thing on anyone's mind, but as fate would have it, that's what they get.
Author: idola
Note from submitter: It is a very interesting murder mystery, I kept up with it during lockdown so it has a very special place in my heart.
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magicclownjuice · 1 year
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BEAUTY AND THE BEAST x DCA AU SNIPPET FOR Y'ALL CUZ WE'VE BEEN ABSENT FOR A LONG TIME LMAO
Sun pokes and prods at Moon's consciousness inside their shared headspace softly; it's a sensation they can never get quite used to. It's very much like being crammed into a tight space with someone else; very little space to breathe, too much contact all over. There are some times where they can feel themselves merging into one, identities blurred beyond recognition, wants and needs perfectly aligned. But there are other times where their wills wrestle with one another, times where they can't reach an agreement and their body suddenly shuts down on them.
This is one of those times.
Their body lays prone atop the bed, staring at the ceiling, breathing in and out softly, chasing traces of your perfume, eyes glazed over, unseeing.
"Moon," Sun says in their headspace, "I beg of you— we need to make a move soon! I— we can't do this any longer."
Moon's discomfort grows.
He had never felt this way about someone before— granted, neither had Sun. They had never cared much about other people, much less other's opinions of them. People knew that Sun was petty, punishing, and vindictive, that he was temperamental and held terrible grudges for the slightest of offenses. Moon was equally as bad; contrary to what one may think, he had never been quite sociable despite his position as the court jester. Oh no, he pretty much hated people, and that's why he took great pleasure in humiliating them, dragging them through the mud, at least verbally.
In conclusion, they were terrible people, and continued to be, until—
They met you.
You, fiery, stubborn, sweet, gorgeous you. Everything changed when they met you, in the blink of an eye, their painful familiarity was gone, replaced by uncertainty and warmth. You, you brought light along in your stride and set their hearts on fire, and oh, how much they want to bask in your radiance now, how desperately they want to curl up around you, hold you in their arms and call you theirs.
Their body heaves an involuntary sigh, clawed hands flexing, as if to reach out, get up and go find you so they can make that small fantasy come true.
Moon tries to shake the feeling off and regain control— it's too painful, thinking about the possibility of rejection. After all, they are monsters, both figuratively and literally.
Sun falls quiet, and Moon curses the fact that they share a body and a mind; Sun can feel his emotions, hear his thoughts. And he doesn't like them one bit; they stab him in all his soft, vulnerable spots.
Moon speaks, finally, even though it's unnecessary for them to communicate.
"Look at us, Sun. Do you think they'll ever see any good in us?" His voice trembles, almost a whisper, but Sun hears it loud and clear. "And even if they did now— once they know of our past, they'll leave. They'll be disgusted, they'll hate us—"
"You don't know that—"
"Neither do you."
They both fall quiet. It's true. They don't know, they will never know. Sun's resolve to confess is snuffed out at once.
The line between their selves becomes blurred once again.
"After all," their voices ring out as one, outloud. "Who could ever learn to love a beast?"
A single tear rolls down their body's cheek.
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vicsep7250 · 5 months
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Do you think if a Magical Girl ate another MG's Soul Gem, they'd ascend into a higher/stronger form of themselves, with remnants of the consumed Gem's magic and personality?
Do you think consuming a Soul Gem also creates a huge implosiom of energy and potential, and deforms the consumer into a different uncontrollable or inhumane form, like the Secret Stones in TotK?
Do you think any of the World Ending Witches (i.e. Walpurgisnatch or the other Record Witches) could've done that as humans and that's why they bevome uber powerful over time?
I'm fascinated by the consumption - literal and otherwise - of souls by other beings with souls.
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soliidiot · 11 months
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Summer in my country is MISERABLE but the Shiro Trifecta from As N Approaches Infinity makes it bearable UmU Commissions Open!
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Homura stared at Kyoko with a look that practically screamed, “You are crazy” as she watched the redhead beat the water with her shovel. A shovel. “What are you doing?” 
“Splitting the water in half,” Kyoko replied as if was the most obvious thing in the world, all without taking her eyes off the water as she continued hammering the shovel into the water. The weird look Homura was giving her only intensified. “But you can’t do that? It’s impossible,” Mami chimed in, staring at Kyoko with the same look as Homura, except it was more of confusion and disbelief than anything else. “It is possible! Jesus did it!” Kyoko exclaimed, her voice rising with excitement, still deathly fixated on her “mission”. 
Mami blinked. What was the matter with Kyoko? Had the monsters finally gotten to her head? “But you’re not Jesus,” she said, shaking her head in confusion. Kyoko let out a disbelieving scoff. “Damn right I am! I’m his reincarnation!” 
Homura sighed and smacked her head- no, her visor. “Moses did it, not Jesus. And you’re not either of them.” 
Once again, Kyoko let out a scoff. She didn’t say anything however, so Homura decided to continue, “And firstly, Moses split the water in half with a staff. Not an…ugly, rusty shovel like that,” she spat out. Kyoko huffed. “Okay fine! How’s this then?” the redhead turned over her shovel and had the handle facing the water before she slammed it down into the water. 
BOOM! 
It…began to rain. And there was thunder too. Homura and Mami stared up at the sky in disbelief whereas Kyoko let out a victorious laugh. “I guess I was mistaken. I’m not Jesus or Moses, I’m Zeus!” she exclaimed, and everyone could feel the rising air of triumph. “I’m Sakura Kyoko, the goddess of the thunderbolt!” 
BOOM! 
And just like that, a thunderbolt struck Kyoko. She practically fell straight into the water afterward. 
…Wonderful. 
Homura let out a sigh of exasperation. "Well, that's one casualty," she said, annoyed, and turned to Mami. "So, who’s going to carry her body?"
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So, did everyone remember that one post of mine where I said I should try writing plotless stuff? Well here it is! Stupid, pointless, plotless nonsense! I came up with this yesterday, at 12 midnight in case anyone’s wondering. I came up with something similar at 3 am too so if I post it and anyone complains, my excuse is that I didn’t get enough sleep LOL It’s presently 12 midnight here too! (Another episode of a messed up sleep schedule LOL)
Anyway, this is sorta a crossover between Lethal Company and PMMM. So, stupid nonsense ensues. Perfect comedy~
And again, I have a stupid sense of humor. Forgive me for this.
Also, I swear I’ll post a proper fic soon, I’m already working on something! Anyway, enjoy this piece of nonsense meanwhile.
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