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gingersnap-17 · 7 months

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Unexpected (Sukuna x Female Reader)

Hello everyone! Okay, I know that Sukuna literally reigned terror over practically everyone when he was a human in his human form. BUT, I feel like he is just a softie towards his lover and child. So that is pretty much what I wrote today! I also tried to find the artist to give them credit for the cover art, but I couldn't' find anything. Full credit goes to the artist of course! I hope you enjoy!

Synopsis: After being Sukuna's preffered concubine for almost a year now, Y/N starts to notice some changes going on with her body. She knew what this meant, and knew she had to tell Sukuna about what is going on.

Word Count: 2052

In the dark and twisted world where sorcerers and curses roamed, Y/N found herself in a peculiar and perilous situation. She was a concubine, living a life of luxury within the grand, ominous palace of Ryomen Sukuna, the king of curses. Sukuna was feared and loathed by all who knew of him. With his two faces, four arms, and a mouth on his stomach, he was a symbol of terror on Earth, known for his merciless cruelty.

Yet, Y/N was different. She was his favorite, though no one could ever understand why. Sukuna would often call her to his chamber, spending hours in her company. It was as if a glimmer of humanity remained buried beneath the layers of his demonic exterior. Y/N knew better than to resist her role as his favored concubine, for disobedience often meant death. But as the weeks passed, Y/N felt a strange and sudden unease.

The first sign of change came when she realized her body was not quite as predictable as it had been. The morning sickness, the fatigue, and the subtle changes to her body all pointed to one conclusion – she was with child, and the father was none other than Sukuna himself.

As she ventured into his chambers one evening, her heart pounded with anxiety. He sat on a lavish throne, crowned in arrogance. His red eyes met hers, and he noticed the worry etched across her face.

"What troubles you, my dear?" Sukuna inquired, his voice as cool and dangerous as ever.

"I... I have news, Lord Sukuna," Y/N stuttered, attempting to maintain her composure. "I am with child." Sukuna's eyes widened, a flicker of surprise crossing his monstrous features. The room seemed to grow colder as an eerie silence settled over them. Y/N couldn't help but feel a shiver run down her spine.

For a moment, she feared the worst, that his anger would flare up like an inferno, that he would blame her for this unexpected turn of events. But then, something unexpected happened. His lips, both the one on his face and the other on his stomach, twisted into an unsettling smile.

"You're carrying my child?" Sukuna's voice held an inexplicable mix of amusement and curiosity.

Y/N nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. "Yes, my Lord. It is your child, a gift from our time together."

Sukuna's laughter echoed through the chamber, a haunting sound that sent shivers down her spine. "Well, well," he mused, "this is most intriguing. It seems fate has woven a different path for us, my dear concubine."

She couldn't fathom his reaction. What did he mean by "a different path"? Did he intend to harm her or the child? The rumors about his cruelty raced through her mind, but his next words caught her off guard.

"From this day forward," Sukuna declared, "you shall no longer be just my favored concubine. You shall be the mother of my heir, and my wife. I will get rid of the other concubines as soon as I can."

Y/N was stunned, her mind struggling to grasp the magnitude of what Sukuna had just said. Becoming his wife and the mother of his heir was a fate she could never have imagined. She had heard of the power and ruthlessness of the Cursed King, but this turn of events was beyond her wildest dreams, or nightmares.

"Lord Sukuna, I... I am honored by your decree." Y/N managed to say, her voice quivering. Her thoughts raced, and she couldn't help but wonder what had brought about this dramatic change in the notorious sorcerer.

Sukuna's demeanor shifted as he looked at her, a hint of vulnerability flickering in his eyes. "You are different from the others, Y/N. You possess a unique strength that intrigues me. You've not only survived but managed to capture my heart in your own way. I am curious to see how this new chapter in our lives unfolds."

As Y/N tried to wrap her mind around the astonishing twist of fate, she couldn't help but feel a mixture of emotions. Fear still lingered in her heart, for Sukuna's reputation was not one that could be easily forgotten. His sudden declaration to make her his wife and the mother of his heir was both a blessing and a curse. She knew she had gained a measure of protection, but she also recognized that her life had become infinitely more complicated.

Over the following months, as her pregnancy progressed, Y/N's relationship with Sukuna underwent a gradual transformation. He showed a surprising tenderness and protectiveness toward her, which left her both relieved and confused. The other concubines, who had once been her rivals, were swiftly removed from the palace, their fates unknown. Sukuna's sole focus was on Y/N and their unborn child.

Not only did she recognize his change, but she noticed a change in herself towards him. She had fallen for the strange man. Obviously before she became pregnant she had some sort of feelings for him, but this was different. She felt that this could have been love. Was it even possible to love the king of curses?

As the months passed and her belly grew round with the child of Sukuna, Y/N's feelings for the Cursed King deepened. She found herself captivated not only by his power and enigmatic nature but by the glimpses of vulnerability he occasionally revealed. Despite his terrifying reputation, she saw in him a complex soul, and she couldn't help but empathize with his struggle to balance his monstrous identity with the spark of humanity that still flickered within him.

Their relationship became more than a mere arrangement of convenience. They spent hours talking, sharing their hopes and fears, and gradually, the walls that had separated them began to crumble. Y/N saw moments of gentleness in Sukuna, moments when he would softly caress her growing belly, whispering endearing words to their unborn child. She realized that, like anyone else, he longed for connection and love, something that had been denied to him for so long due to his horrifying appearance and terrifying powers.

Y/N's once-terrifying life as a concubine had turned into something unexpected and complicated. She was no longer just a plaything of the Cursed King; she had become his confidant, his companion, and now, the mother of his child. As she considered the strange turn of events, she wondered if her love for him was mutual. Did Sukuna truly care for her beyond their unborn child, or was this newfound affection merely a consequence of her pregnancy?

One fateful night, as they sat together in his chamber, Y/N decided to broach the subject that had been weighing heavily on her mind. She watched him, her heart racing, as she gathered the courage to speak. "Sukuna, I can't help but wonder about your feelings for me. This change in our relationship, it's... unexpected. Do you love me, or is this solely because of our child?"

Sukuna, the Cursed King, regarded her with his distinctive dual gaze. His red eyes bore into hers as if searching for something deep within her soul. The room was bathed in an eerie silence, broken only by the distant howling of the wind outside.

Finally, he spoke, his voice carrying a weight of sincerity that she had never heard from him before. "Y/N, what we have is complicated. I am not like other men, and you know that. But since the moment you told me you were carrying my child, something has awakened within me. I can't deny that I feel a connection, a bond, that goes beyond mere duty or convenience."

Y/N's heart leaped at his words, her eyes glistening with a mix of hope and uncertainty. She had never expected to hear such vulnerability from the feared sorcerer.

Sukuna continued, his voice softening even further. "I may not fully understand what love means, for it is a concept foreign to my nature. But I do know that I care for you deeply, Y/N, and I want to protect both you and our child. That much, I am certain of."

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes as she heard his heartfelt confession. In that moment, she realized that the man known as the Cursed King, feared by all, had a heart that could feel, even if he struggled to comprehend it fully. She leaned in, her hand gently reaching for his, and their fingers intertwined.

"Thank you, Sukuna." she whispered, her voice filled with emotion. "I care for you too, and I want to be with you, not just as the mother of your child but as your partner, your confidant, and your love."

Sukuna's dual-faced smile returned, a rare and genuine one. He brought her hand to his lips and placed a tender kiss on it. "Then, my dear Y/N, let us navigate this strange and perilous world together, as partners, as parents, and perhaps one day, as lovers. If that is what we become at some point." Those words gave Y/N hope for the future with him.

As the last few months of Y/N's pregnancy approached, the bond between Y/N and Sukuna only deepened. Their love was a complex, extraordinary force that defied the dark and twisted world they inhabited. Their child was a symbol of hope, a testament to the possibility of light even in the darkest of places.

On a stormy night, Y/N went into labor, and the estate was in chaos. Sukuna, who had never witnessed such an event, stood by her side, both anxious and determined. The sound of her painful cries filled the room, which worried Sukuna as her labor progressed. He was used to the sight of death, but the sight of life happening before his eyes, made him awestruck at the beauty of labor.

After what felt like an eternity, Y/N sighed in relief as the cries of a newborn filled the air, echoing through the chamber. Y/N held their child, a tiny being that was so fragile and new in the world.

She looked up at Sukuna who had stayed almost silent during the whole thing, hoping he would say something.

Sukuna, the Cursed King, gazed down at the child in Y/N's arms with a mixture of awe and tenderness. His four eyes, were fixed on the newborn, and for a moment, it seemed as though the world had disappeared, leaving only the small family in that chamber.

For all his terrifying power and monstrous appearance, Sukuna was utterly captivated by the sight of his child. He carefully reached out to hold the child, and Y/N gently handed their son to him. The baby grasped one of his father's finger with a tiny, delicate hand, and the Cursed King's lips curled into a rare and gentle smile.

"He has my extra pair of arms." Sukuna said, releasing a soft chuckle, his voice filled with wonder. “He does seem to have my hair, but he does have your face.”

Y/N watched the father and son with tears of joy in her eyes. It was a moment of profound beauty in the midst of their dark and twisted world. She had never imagined that she would be sharing such an intimate and heartwarming moment with Sukuna, the most feared sorcerer of their time.

As the hours passed, Sukuna and Y/N took turns cradling and caring for their newborn. Their love for each other and their child grew stronger with each passing moment. They named their son Kaito, signifying a new beginning, a departure from the cursed legacy of the past.

As the two raised their child overtime, Sukuna was technically a changed man… for them at least. He still killed and reigned terror as he pleased, but the second he would return home to his wife and son, he showed his deep care and genuine love (as much as he hates to admit it) to them. Sukuna might be the king of curses, but he has a special place in his heart saved for who he calls his family.

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dragoonandthedolma · 7 months

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Okay but I’m still not over that scene in season 5 when merlin gets his magic back and what’s the first thing that he does to test it? CREATES BUTTERFLIES.

He was literally told that he is the most powerful sorcerer to ever walk the earth and that he is magic. He could’ve done ANYTHING. Create fire? Do something big and powerful? Destroy something? No. He chose to create something so delicate and beautiful and then he sat there in awe when they came to life like fhejhsjwjsjwjwjj

#bbc merlin #merlin #merlin season 5 #emrys #merlin emrys #i love him #ahhhhh

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avelera · 2 years

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I love how the power levels of Sandman obscure just how insanely powerful Hob actually is.

Like, most of the normal people in the Sandman world have no idea that any of this cosmic stuff is happening. Then you've got the Endless: massively powerful cosmic entities that literally embody metaphysical concepts. Then you've got your rogues gallery of Dreams and Nightmares, most of whom don't interact directly with the human world, those that do basically turn the world of the humans they interact with upside down. Rose Walker straddles the line between normal human and insanely powerful force of nature but again, only a few other normal humans even know of her existence.

So in this crazy landscape of insanely high peaks of power but which, realistically, make up some .000000001% of what anyone on the world is directly aware of, it's easy to forget the weird place Hob occupies.

Despite being arguably the best friend of one of the seven cosmic metaphysical entities that govern a chunk of this universe, he has no idea who Dream is. As far as he knows, Dream might be a minor demon or sorcerer. Heck, he might be a local ghost haunting the White Horse Tavern, for all Hob really knows. Hob is adjacent to Dream though and he has no idea that Dream tangled with Lucifer, or stopped John Dee, or controls the dreams of everyone alive, OR that Hob is possibly still alive only because of a wager between Death and Dream. He is that close to those events, and yet totally disconnected ffrom them, as are all but about six people on Earth.

Conversely, if you never met one of these insanely powerful cosmic entities or humans empowered by their devices like John Dee, Hob Gadling would be the most insanely powerful being you've ever met. He can't die. In just about any other story, that power alone makes him a minor deity.

And yet, in the relationship between Dream and Hob, Hob is the normal everyman type with this guy! Hob is the grounded, low-power one by comparison but it's such a nutty comparison because, for anyone else besides an actual beyond divine being, Hob would be the supernatural immortal entity in the relationship, like a vampire or a god or something.

I don't know, I'm just tickled by the fact that Dream is so insanely powerful in this otherwise low-power world that the indestructible immortal character looks like his cozy little boy-next-door boyfriend.

#sandman meta #the sandman #hob gadling #I should sleep i'm clearly delirious #dreamling

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onceandfuturelesbian · 9 months

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*council arguing why arthur shouldn’t marry merlin*

merlin, over the loud bickering: if i may add something

*everyone quiets down, looking at him with irritation, arthur with curiosity*

merlin: as i’m the court sorcerer, you know i have magic, but you do not know everything.

merlin: the druids refer to me as emrys, the most powerful sorcerer to walk the earth, literally magic incarnate.

merlin, ignoring the shocked stares: not only does that make me immortal, it makes me the closest thing the druids have to a king. to sum it up for you, arthur would not be marrying his former servant or camelot’s court sorcerer, he would be marrying the king of magic.

*council is dead quiet*

arthur, smiling deadly at his betrothed: and why, merlin, am i only hearing about this now?

merlin, shrugging, not at all phased by arthur’s poorly disguised irritation: wasn’t relevant until now.

arthur, shookened by the fact that he’s basically engaged to a god: WASN’T RELE-

arthur: y’know what? nevermind. *turns to face the council*

arthur: so as you can see, you need not be concerned with our betrothal, council dismissed.

cue the council scurrying out of the room like a herd of sheep, arthur just being exasperated with merlin (and a little awestruck but don’t tell merlin that)

king arthur and king merlin lived happily ever after

the end

#bbc merlin #merlin #merthur #arthur pendragon #bbcm #merthur fanfic #fanfic #merlin fanfic #merlin fanfic prompt #merthur fanfic prompt #onceandfuturelesbian prompts #merthur incorrect quotes #merlin incorrect quotes

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star-rie · 3 months

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uther erased merlin

merthur au where uther finds out that merlin is the most powerful sorcerer ever walked on earth and he decided to not only kill him but literally erased his existence (using magic) so that no one remembers him.

But arthur remembers and everyone thought he went crazy for being obsessed with someone who doesn’t exist.

So in this story, arthur tried everything in his power to reverse the curse, but it’s not as simple as exchanging a life for a life like what the cup of life does because merlin doesn’t exist

perhaps what happened to arthur can be the price that uther payed for erasing merlin, or maybe it’s also because of something else

#two sides of the same coin #once and future king #emrys #bbc merlin #merlin bbc #merlin #arthur pendragon #merlin emrys #merthur #arthur bbc #merlin prompt #merlin x arthur #arthur x merlin #merthur prompt #bbc merthur

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carionto · 8 months

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What if we just hollowed it out?

Progress on the Dyson Ring was unbearably slow (by Human standards) and Captain Knoslark and some of his crew were busying themselves with a twice-a-week extended D&D session. He was banned from GMing after trying to introduce the Deck of Many Things, so relegated himself to a Wild Sorcerer Drow build. When it was not his turn during combat, he would make sure when his turn did come up, the holographic projections he programmed would show off his descriptions of his magics in the most spectacular fashion. He was irritatingly good at the visuals, and nobody wanted to praise him outright for fear his ego might explode, but it did pass the time well enough.

The construction efforts have become so routine and uneventful that the only people who had anything stimulating to do on the clock were the observation officers. Even then, it was just ships going in and out of the system, sometimes big groups of civilian craft would bunch together in the Oort cloud for a race, other times an alien diplomatic vessel and escort would jump in for a visit or to drop off a person who had "made a mess on a vessel not outfitted to handle Human strength", which typically meant somebody forgot alien doors don't have a manual override and broke it by opening it by hand without much trouble. Most exciting was when a new Dreadnought or other large military ship was constructed and it set out on its first voyage outside the shipyards around Earth.

Of course, their main job was monitoring celestial objects and make sure any wandering meteors or debris weren't on a collision course with anything important, and if there was one, tell the nearest patrol ships and they would go out and redirect or destroy it.

Today, Officer Xiang spotted something a bit bigger. A rogue planet! Trajectory analysis indicates it will pass into the Oort cloud in two years and pass through Sol over the next forty three, only once coming relatively close to Mars, but not enough to influence its orbit. It was, however, big enough that they could complete a significant portion of the Dyson Ring. Big enough that, in theory, it would then be able to output enough power at once to power the planetary Warp Gate for anything up to the size of the Moon.

Unfortunately, deeper scans showed it once had living organisms on it, and was thus protected under intergalactic preservation laws: "The surface of any rogue planet that once housed life shall remain untouched, and the planet shall be marked as a historical landmark and scientific object for study purposes only."

To this, Captain Knoslark inquired: "Hmm... but what about below the surface? It's just cold rock at this point, right? What if we find a natural crevice and just dig a little further? For Science!"

As a junior officer and there being almost no people who are experts on such niche intergalactic laws yet, Xiang and the others couldn't find a reason why this wouldn't work, but it felt... off.

"Just think, it'll be fine - we'll reinforce some of the ore and create a porous interior, preserving the structural integrity of the planet as a whole and keeping the surface as is. AND we get about 85% of a whole planet to further our progress - that's a whole 17 moons worth! And and it would be within our jurisdiction during the time. It's a win-neutral as far as I can see."

That sounded like logic. Maybe? Either way, we would have to talk to the higher ups about this plan. Even if anybody wanted to, hollowing out a planet is not a thing you can do in secret. You need, well, literally a planet's worth of ships, equipment, and crew to do something like that within just over four decades, and we want to get it done in less than one.

No matter our advancements, dedication, willpower, grit, force, or cunning, the two foes Humanity cannot defeat, but must always accept and handle properly - logistics and the accompanying bureaucracy. Still, it would be nice if we didn't have to use up more of our moons so quickly for one project.

#humans are space oddities #humans are space orcs #humanity fuck yeah #humans are deathworlders #humans are space australians #hollow planet #carionto

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wizardbracket · 1 year

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Round 1: Match 49 of 64

Why they deserve to be the ultimate wizard according to YOU:

Merlin:

"He's gay, he is literally the embodiment of magic. He waits over 2000 years for Arthur to return and he is still waiting"

"The Greatest Sorcerer to Ever Walk the Earth, The Last Dragonlord, Dragoon the Great"

"He’s the most powerful wizard at the time however I do feel like it’s maybe his fault that Arthur dies? But that’s controversial so I think he deserves to battle it out"

Prospero:

"The tempest is a Shakespeare play so prospero is one of the ogs"

"The rightful duke of Milan, Prospero was so absorbed in his pursuit of knowledge that his brother banished him to a remote island. There, Prospero spent Miranda's entire childhood growing more powerful and waiting for the chance to exact his revenge. When that chance is within his grasp however, and the royals and servants he's marooned on his island have been sufficiently tormented, he spontaneously forgives them for his daughter's sake."

#wizardbracket #merlin #bbc merlin #prospero #the tempest #shakespeare

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stressed-and-queer · 7 months

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I've seen this before, somewhere (i can't remember where I saw this), but I think about this at least once a day. I believe it's Diamond of the Day: part 1 where Merlin ends up losing his magic. So he goes to the Crystal Cave and eventually does get his magic back. However!! This man, is literally magic itself. He his literally the most powerful sorcerer ever to walk the Earth. He could have made anything, literally anything in the world when he got his magic back. But what does Merlin create? A butterflie.

He creates a butterfly and I think that is just about the most adorable thing ever.

#2 am thoughts #merlin #bbc merlin #canon appreciation #diamond of the day #i love this so much #this scene lives in my head rent free

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iyamaggies-blog · 2 months

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Surrender

Ok so I haven’t read the manga but I’ve been seeing all the jokes and memes about repetitive kaisen and it has me cackling so here’s some Sukuna smut about that. Enjoy!

The increasing ache in your stomach finally bursts into an all consuming dread as reality truly sinks in. Each step you take draws you closer to your assumed demise as you prepare to fight the all powerful king of curses.

You never Imagined you’d face the infamous Sukuna. Ever since you heard of his awakening in the teenager Yuji Itadori you couldn’t help but form a rather inappropriate curiosity. Even though Sukuna was a clear and unredeemable villain to jujitsu society you found yourself consuming any and all content pertaining to him. Your inquires soon shifted into intrusive fantasies about being in the presence of such a domineering presence. To be completely at the mercy of his unpredictable chaos. To be consumed by him, dissolving into-

No!

Nope!

No!

These thoughts won’t help you now. This is real life and the reality is you never believed you’d actually ever encounter the King of Curses. You never imagined Sukuna would regain his true form and pick off jujitsu sorcerers until literally everyone and anyone was being sent to slaughter in a meaningless onesided battle to stave off the inevitable.

Your mind goes blank when you encounter Sukuna. His aura is truly all consuming.

In the shadow of Sukuna’s looming presence, your heart races, your palms sweat, and your mind struggles with a flurry of incomplete thoughts. Every instinct screams at you to flee, to escape the clutches of the all-powerful king of curses. Yet, something deep within you stirs—a flicker of resolve.

The on going battles have already proven the victor. The continued masacre of sorcerers sent by a defeated society helps no one and proves nothing.

His voice is almost bored as he adresses you. “Another one already? You sorcerers must be-“

You fall to your knees and lean forward close to the ground with your head bowed, gaze cast downward, an expectant silence hangs in the air and you can feel Sukunas double set of eyes boring into you.

You keep your head downcast as you speak.

“I wish to surrender myself to you Lord Sukuna.”

“Oh? In what way do you wish to surrender?” His tone light with amusement, his face twisting into a dark smile.

“I renounce jujitsu society, I wish to live in service to you Lord Sukuna.”

As the weight of your words hangs heavy in the air, Sukuna’s dark laughter fills the space around you, echoing off the walls of the desolate battlefield. The abruptness makes you flinch, you resist the urge to face him and stay frozen in place, heart pounding loudly in your ears. His amusement is palpable, his gaze piercing through your very soul.

“You wish to live?” The question is condescending, audibly entertained you would try to protect your exsistence. He steps closer to you as he continues. “You would forsake everything to live at my feet?”

You dare not raise your gaze, keeping your head bowed in submission. “I have witnessed the futility of resisting you, Lord Sukuna,” you reply, your voice barely above a whisper. Your aware of his presence towering over but you push yourself to speak. “Jujitsu society is crumbling under your might. I seek to abandon their futile cause and pledge myself to you, to serve you faithfully for as long as you see fit.”

“Raise your head.”

Time slowly to an agonizing crawl. You rise from your bowing position remaining on your knees when your head tilts upwards and your eyes lock with his. You can feel the blush erupt across your face, heat spreading throughout your body. The most powerful being to ever walk this earth is looking directly at you. His sinister grin never leaves his face as leans down to grab a fist full of your hair at the nape of your neck. A shiver runs down your spine both from fear and a strange excitement at having the attentions of such a dangerous entity. “You offer yourself to me so willingly.” His grip tightens, pressing your face into his crotch. He maneuvers your face against the bulge of his clothed cock. You can feel the length of it hardening against your face. “Do you truly understand what it means to serve me mortal? The depths of my depravity, the acts that will be required of you?” He taunts

“I-I’m honored to do whatever it takes lord Sukuna” you stammer, your fear morphing into a twisted eagerness to please. With his unyielding grip in your hair he yanks you slightly upwards to face level with a wide open mouth grin adorning the extra jaws on his abdomen. You watch the large monstrous tounge emerge behind the teeth of his abdomen and sloppily trace along your jaw, you silently gasp at the cold wet feeling of saliva coating your face.

He uses your moment of surprise to bully the appendage past your lips deep into the warmth of your much smaller mouth. You try to relax your jaw to accommodate the dense muscle but the size difference only allows so much to force its way in before you start gagging with surprise. His tounge feels heavy in your mouth, thoroughly tasting every inch of you like he’s preparing to devour you. You look up to see Sukuna leering down at you as you fight to breathe around the thick wet appendage. Tears blurr your vision but you dare not look away from his captivating glare. A mix of saliva pools

In your mouth, your eyes begin to roll back.

“Well?” He questions impatiently. “Show me how you worship your new king. Convince me you deserve your next breathe of air”

Cautiously bring your hand up to palm at his erection, he feels thick and enormous. Feeling him beneath the tenting fabric creates a feeling of desperate anticipation that overwhelms you. Your eyes fall lidded with desire and you squirm. You squeeze your thighs together to try and satiate the increasingly demanding need between your legs. You attempt to wiggle your tounge against the much larger one dominating your mouth in a pathetic display of enthusiasm. Your submission earns an ominous laugh. Sukuna relents his torturous bullying, pulling his tounge from your mouth and releasing his grip in your hair. You gratefully take your first unobstructed breath blinking away the tears in your lashes. “That’s right, try harder! Show me how desperate you are to earn your plac as my concubine!”

My concubine

Property of the curse king, a man who claims possessive ownership over anything he desires.

The thought drives you forward to catch his abdominal tounge in an awkward but feverent kiss, working your smaller and inferior muscle against his in a sloppy performance. At the same time you thread your fingers into the waist band of his pants, pulling downwards to free his monstrous erection and wrapping your hand around his girth to pump him slowly. When you pull away from his mouth you can feel the string of spit connecting you and you watch his tounge retract and lips curve against his stomach into a twisted grin. You turn your attention downwards. Placing the tip of his cock against your lips before enveloping it into the wet warmth of your mouth. You can hear the slight change in his breathing, your whole body ignites with desire but you focus on your work. Each bob of your head you inch slightly more of him into your mouth, your hand working to service the rest of his impressive length. Your desperation peaks as you being to groan around him slipping your free hand down into your waist band to play with your clit.

“Oh? Do you take pleasure from serving me?”

“Yes Lord-“

“Keep my cock in your mouth until I say otherwise.” The harsh grip in your hair returns and he takes complete control of your movements. Forcing his cock deep

Into your throat until you gag ungracefully.

You attempt to distract yourself from the discomfort by slipping two of your fingers inside yourself. As quickly as your fingers enter your sopping hole your arm is yanked away. Using two of his four arms he grabs ahold of your wrists holding them off to the sides in the air above your head. His hand in your hair remains firm. Newly formed tears begin to fall down your cheeks and Sukuna uses his remaining free hand to swipe at your tears before bringing his fingers up to his face to taste the saltiness.

“My pleasure should be your only focus, is that understood?”

You nod weakly, a gargled “mmhhhmm” the only sound you can make in your current predicament.

He rocks his hips slightly, pulling away but never fully removing himself from you.

“Stick your tounge out.” He commands and you comply without hesitation. Sukuna keeps a steady pace, his eyes focused downwards to watch as himself glide over your tounge. You feel his thick length push past the limits of your mouth to occupy space in your throat over and over again. Each press of him in your throat causes a terrible gag that you strain to stifle. Drool that’s been collecting in your mouth begins to drip down your face soaking your chin.

“Oh how pathetic you look.” He muses. “Do you understand how lucky you are? How generous I am to award you this?”

You nod as best as you can, looking up at him through your lashes. You can’t help but bask in the thrill of having his full atttention devoted to you. “If I decide to keep you I will do this and whatever else I’d like to you at my pleasure. Does that excite you whore?” Keeping you in his iron grip he pulls his spit soaked cock from your mouth. There’s an audible wet squelching sound as he strokes himself, clearly expecting a verbal reply.

“Yes p-please Lord Sukuna, use me as you see fit.” You stammer your reply holding your mouth open and tounge out, inviting him back to pleasure himself with your mouth.

He instead keeps stroking himself “Do you think you deserve to taste my seed?” The question feels lethal, your not sure if there’s a correct answer but your certain there is a wrong one. “No lord Sukuna, I am unworthy.” Despite your response you continue to hold out your tounge for him. Seeminly pleased

with your answer he again maneuvers your head back to his cock. This time placing the tip onto the flat of your tounge, working his length faster. “You’re right you are unworthy…” the thick warm saltiness of his cum floods your taste buds, he strokes himself through his orgasm watching to make sure every last drop lands in your mouth and on your tounge. “But you’ll do for now…..swallow it slut.” Finally he releases you from his grip. You do as instructed proudly facing up from your kneeled position, again opening your mouth to show proof of your obedience. Sukuna readjusts himself in his clothing before hoisting you off the ground and over his shoulder. “I’m dropping you off with Uraume, they’ll train you to better service me while I finish up here.”

“Thank you Lord Sukuna.”

Without another word Sukuna carries you off into the unknown. Your old life forever behind you as you prepare to live in servitude to the might King of curses.

#finger lickin good #jujitsu kaisen #jjk thirsts #jjk #jjk smut #Sukuna #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #sukuna smut #jjk x reader #jjk x you #sukuna ryoumen smut #sukuna ryomen #get it together gege #repeatitive kaisen

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Thoughts on JJK Chapter 250 (spoilers)

This chapter is marked by us getting to know Yuta's DE and Sukuna being pushed around in it. Next chapter will most likely be about Sukuna finding a counter against the trio and maybe destroying Rika.

That's one hell of a Sukuna face up there.

We learn that Yuta's DE provides him an infinite number of CTs he can draw from with the only weakness that he doesn't know which CT is in which sword. Holding more than two swords would also hinder him from fighting and blocking but he might put one sword in his mouth in a pinch

Sukuna is still weakened by the fight against Gojo (RIP Kashimo) and can't use his DE. His RCT is also sluggish and his total amount of CE is on par with Yuta right now. Which is still much of course, Yuta had always been known as the sorcerer with the most CE

Yuji being thrown by Rika is hilarious, absurd and fitting because he's tough in a HR kind of way.

This chapter is also the first one where rescuing Megumi actually feels like a possibility and sth the good guys want to do primarily. Yes, we had that short moment with Gojo but his fight had a different focus most of the time.

It's also worth noting that Sukuna speaks about himself as a cursed object inside Megumi. In case he meant that literally then they're not as fused together as I always thought. That might be sth that only applies to Yuji, Megumi and Hana though. For every other vessel, we know that their consciousness gets erased.

Even Sukuna asks how they trained in the last month because of the sophisticated way Yuta's Domain barrier is constructed as well as the defences of the others. While Yuji answers with good old discipline, Yuta slips up and says that they cheated.

HOW? Was this the body swapping technique that Yuji had used? Or some other way where they collectively powered up? Did the evil trio train too? Probably not.

French boy gets a moment to shine after not being seen for... 100 chapters? I'm baffled at the 3rd CT that Sukuna mentions though. I don't remember a sorcerer like that and who knows how many more CT there are in Yuta's arsenal.

My thoughts on Yuta's DE deleting the copied CT isn't the case apparently, except that kind of drawback will be revealed after the domain collapses and Yuta survives long enough to use his CT again

Yuji is loath to admit it, but Sukuna is The Strongest Sorcerer on Earth now and even when Gojo comes back, that title will be lost for him forever

And Cleave on Sukuna! It's not annihilating but it still gave him some deep cuts. Yuta probably hoped for more damage but their strategy to chip away at Sukuna is working until now.

But what about Megumi? I can't even imagine how this will play out. Even if he is roused from his Bath, will he want to take control? He feels responsible for Tsumiki's death and that won't be different for Gojo.

Tsumiki's soul is with him but I don't think they're able to communicate at all. As far as Sukuna knows, Megumi was also completely dormant in the last month, however much that is true we'll hopefully see in the next few weeks.

Some thoughts about Megumi from the last year:

Sukuna will put his hands together to finally expand his domain again but instead of his hand seals, the hand seal for Chimera Shadow Garden will form and Megumi will expand his domain

Inside the domain, Megumi forms a clone of himself and faces off against Sukuna face-to-face.

Megumi might also have gained the collective knowledge of everything that Sukuna and Gojo know. For Sukuna by having a reverse memory grab like how Sukuna knows Megumi's memories. For Gojo because of his Unlimited Void hitting Megumi 5 times with every piece of information Gojo imparted into his technique.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #sukuna #fushiguro megumi #yuji itadori #yuta okkotsu #itadori yuuji

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redstarwriting · 1 year

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too easy

stephen strange x reader

requested?: yes

request: “okay hi! i was wondering if you could write a imagine with stephen strange where the reader is the daughter of the ancient one and she is ridiculously powerful like even more powerful than the ancient one and saves stephen’s life and defeats mordo, stephen falls in love with her and asks her to stay and protect the sanctum with him? i’m sorry if this doesn’t make sense cause i’m horrible at explaining my thoughts. thank you!”

word count: 1.7k

genre: fluff

warnings: language, awkward rambling, flash thompson, mentions of alcohol, angsty peter for a bit

a/n: and we’re BACK. fitting for me to return with writing something about andrew garfield’s spider-man. when i tell you i was OBSESSED with these films when i was like 12, i mean it. anyways, please enjoy, and take this as a peace offering for disappearing for like two years lol

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Being the most powerful sorcerer on Earth had it’s perks, but it also had it’s downsides. The obvious perk? You are quite literally the most powerful sorcerer on Earth. The biggest downside? You’re constantly compared to your mother. Your mom being the Ancient One seems all fun and cute and you absolutely love her, but if everyone could stop comparing you to her for like, five minutes? That would be great. Especially Mordo. He tends to do it way more than any other person you know.

And you hate it.

In fact, it made you beg your mother to stay away from him. Of course she agreed, she knew how much you disliked him and what kind of mother would she be if she didn’t listen to you. To everyone else, it looked like you ran away from magic, but in reality, you were set to guard the Earth from whatever evil magical encounters befell it. Mordo of course constantly tried to tell others that you ran away from your responsibilities, so where was your shock when you realized he turned evil? Oh, that’s right, it didn’t exist. It just pissed you off more than anything. Your mother helped this man and he repaid her memory by doing this? No. Absolutely not. And that’s how you ended up in the position you were in.

You knew about Stephen Strange. Your mother would talk to you about him before he even came to train under her, so you knew of his powers. What you didn’t know was he was an idiot disguised as a genius He tried to go after Mordo himself, and while he could have easily taken him when Mordo was his typical self, Mordo had been collecting magic from other sorcerers for multiple months now. Strange was still more powerful, but he severely underestimated the situation. When you showed up, Mordo was about to drain Stephen of his magic. Luckily, you put a stop to that almost immediately.

“Mordo,” you say, making him whip around to face you. “(Y/n)? Finally decide to stop running away from your problems?”

“Oh please. Why do you think the only problem lately was Dormamu? I’ve been busy saving your ass this whole time,” you respond, glaring. It’s true. Stephen was supposed to defeat Dormamu, you just had to make sure nothing else was happening that would destroy his chances at becoming the Sorcerer Supreme, a title which you could have had if you actually wanted it. You knew what you were meant to do. Your mother had trained you with the Eye of Agamotto ever since you were a child, which is now sitting pretty on Stephen Strange’s neck. Mordo scoffs at you, completely disregarding Strange and putting his full attention on you. “You may be powerful, child, but I’ve been improving my skills.”

“Uh, no, actually, you’ve been stealing other people’s magic and therefore gaining it for yourself. I see no improvement, just an asshole who wants to feel more important than he actually is,” you say, giving a shrug. You clench your fists, making sure your rings are securely on your fingers. Not just the portal ones, if need me you could move to a different place knowing Mordo will follow you and leave the future Sorcerer Supreme safe… for now, but also some of your artifacts. There were two rings that chose you specifically, and lucky for you, one of them contained a tiny piece of the time stone, something about it that is unknown to most. Of course, it makes sense, you mastered the eye of Agamotto and then just willingly gave it up? No, I don’t think so. This ring makes it possible for you to continue using the magic you mastered so long ago. For most sorcerers, it would be nearly impossible due to the size of the shard, but for you? Piece of cake. The other ring is one that protects you. It can form into something of a shield all around your body, making magical attacks difficult to get through to you and physical attacks comparable to a blow of wind. Of course, it is named Achilles ring because although you may seem invincible to the average person, anyone with information about the ring knows where your weak spot is. And those are just the ring artifacts that chose you.

Mordo glares at you. “I AM IMPORTANT!” he booms, “YOU are the one who ran away! YOU are the one who appeared at this moment hoping to be more important than you are! YOU are a scared child, afraid of responsibilities and--“ Before he can finish, you blast him backward with a wave of your hand. He hits the stone wall behind him with a thud, falling to the ground. “I’m not a child,” you grumble, glancing at Stephen Strange, “Only my mom could call me child.” You yank your necklace off, and it immediately turns into a magical sword, the blade a glowing beam of light that you can control and bend at your will. He chuckles, standing up again. “Your mother is—”

“I recommend you don’t finish that sentence,” you growl, and whip your arm. The beam of light forms into that of a lasso, tying around Mordo tightly. You grunt, using your strength to fling him over your head and into the ground on your left, and then proceed to do the same on your right before releasing him from his constraints. “I’m well aware there is a fight going on here, but would anyone care to tell me who you might be?” Strange asks and you raise your eyebrow at him. “Not the time, Doctor,” you say as Mordo slowly stands again, his angry expression somehow morphing into an even angrier one. He raises his hand to do something, and your ring quickly activates, covering your body in an iridescent sheen. Mordo screams in frustration and starts sprinting toward you, pulling out a knife. You hold your hand out, freezing him in place. “Strange, open a portal to Wong, now,” you say and he looks taken aback. You smile slightly as you see Cloak shake in amusement and watch Strange glare at the artifact before opening a portal. Sure enough, Wong is just sitting and enjoying tea which he promptly drops when he sees you freezing Mordo in time. “Can I ask how you’re doing that? Or is it still—”

“Not the time,” you and Wong both say. “Not the time, of course, not the time even though the bad guy is frozen in front of your face. Not the time,” you hear Strange mumble, sitting down on a rock as Cloak pats his shoulder. “Don’t sit down yet, Strange, how proficient are you with the eye?” you ask, glancing at him. “I saved the world with it. Stuck myself in a time loop and convinced Dormamu to—”

“Yeah, I know that, but can you do what I’m doing right now?” you cut him off and he blinks at you slowly. “Yes. Obviously.” “Great, take over,” you say, immediately freeing Mordo who continues to scream and run towards you again. You don’t even flinch as he gets so close that his knife is about to swipe at your only point of weakness. Of course, before he can, Stephen freezes him. You look over at him. “Took you a little long over there."

“Now how the hell was I supposed to know you would just let him go and not give me any time to prepare to stop him?”

“You shouldn’t need time. Always be ready to make a decision without thinking. Your logic will be your downfall,” you tell him, as you place your hand on Mordo’s chest. You begin extracting the magic he stole from everyone else from his body, including his own. You frown. You’ve always hated this type of magic. Fitting that Mordo would willingly use it. When you finish, you nod towards Strange, who lets him go from his frozen state. He crumples to the ground and you look down at him. “You did this to yourself, you know,” you say to him and turn toward Wong. “You can handle it from here?” you ask and he nods. “Of course.” He passes through the portal, forcefully lifting Mordo from the ground and leading him to Kamar Taj. Now that he is unable to use magic, he will be contained. Perfect. “Is it the right time now? Because I have questions and you have the answers,” you hear Stephen say and turn towards him. He walks closer to you, and you grin. “I will answer three questions.”

“Three?!”

“Or I could just leave, whichever you prefer,” you shrug and he rolls his eyes. “Is this how difficult I am to deal with?”

“Well, considering this is the first and only time I’ve interacted with you and you need to know everything about me? Yes,” you turn and he follows you. “Fine. Three questions. Who are you?”

“(Y/n). Daughter of the Ancient One, most powerful sorcerer on Earth, last name unknown,” you answer and he raises his eyebrows. “A little cocky, don’t you think?”

“It’s only cocky when it isn’t true. I’m simply stating facts,” you shrug. He shakes his head. “How did you freeze Mordo like that?” You hold up your ring. “You didn’t think the eye of Agamotto was the only artifact that used the time stone, surely. There’s a chip in the stone, correct?”

“Yes.”

“That shard?” you tap the ring, “It’s welded into the metal of this ring. It’s small but has all the power of the Eye of Agamotto,” you explain and he hums in response. “And here I thought I was special.”

“You kind of are. Not many are able to do what you do, so be proud of it. You are the second most powerful sorcerer on Earth, after all. That’s an impressive feat,” you pat his shoulder and he scoffs slightly. “Second most…? Yeah, whatever. One more question?”

“One more question.”

“Come to the Sanctum? We can protect Earth together?”

“I can’t say yes to that just yet.”

“And why not?”

“It would be far too easy for you,” you respond with a smirk. You see a glint of excitement and determination in his eyes as you open a portal and step through it. “Will I see you again?”

“I said three—”

“I know. That one was rhetorical. I already know the answer,” he says with a wink, and you roll your eyes, closing the portal. You’ve spent years hearing about Doctor Stephen Strange from your mother. Now it seems you’ll spend years around him. He just has to catch you first.

#avengers x reader #doctor strange x reader #stephen strange x reader #dr strange x reader #marvel x reader #avengers #doctor strange #stephen strange #dr strange #marvel

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earlgreyinpajamas · 11 months

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Do you have any married or engaged Merthur fics? X

At Arm’s Length by sirencalls (@naydran)

“I’m sorry, there must be a mistake.” Uther furrows his brows. “That is my son’s manservant.”

“This is Emrys, the most powerful sorcerer who will ever walk the earth. It is our deepest honor to be able to offer his hand to your son.”

“Merlin?” Arthur asks, looking across the hall. Merlin looks the palest and the smallest Arthur has ever seen him. He looks like a scared animal that knows it’s about to be trapped, and that’s when it clicks for Arthur that no part of this is a joke. None of it. “Merlin, what are they talking about?”

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angst angst angst angst angst

2. Of Kings and Sorcerers by psychicdreams

Arthur and Merlin are clearly in love, but are unaware of it. The Knights of Camelot decide to fix this before it’s too late.

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them!

3. The Curious Case of Aithusa by TyalanganD (@tyalangand)

In hindsight, Merlin should have known that as a dragonlord and a shapeshifter, he was capable of giving birth. After all, all dragons could grow eggs, no matter the gender. And that magical ritual he did right before Arthur took him to bed after his coronation, definitely didn’t help matters.

Aithusa is Merlin and Arthur's child. Quite literally.

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bby aithusa rights

#merthur #merthur fic rec #bbc merlin #merthur fic recs #merthur fanfic #merlin #merlin emrys #merlin bbc #merthur fanfiction #merthur fic #merthur kiss #merlin fic #bbcm #arthur pendragon #pining arthur #pining!merlin

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anipologist · 2 years

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Since I spend far more time than strictly necessary thinking about the song duel between Finrod and Sauron I keeping coming back to one detail...

SAURON SHOULD HAVE FIGURED HIM OUT AS SOON AS THE DISGUISES FAILED.

"Then Sauron stripped from them their disguise, and they stood before him naked and afraid"

Sauron, Morgoth's lieutenant, and one of his spymasters somehow doesn't manage to recognize the golden-haired, incredibly powerful, shapeshifting elf that just had the nerve to fight one of the Ainur with a SONG. Nor does he make the logical jump that a group of elves that is very adamant that the Arafinweans not the Feanorians are ruling Nargothrond might have something to do with the missing king.

And Sauron is not stupid...he is a lot a things but we know he is highly intelligent. He is a deceiver himself, he is good at uncovering secrets and he made some excellent and crucial logical points not ten minutes earlier while leading the company into condemning themselves as not orcs. (The final test of course being the cursed vow that they would not repeat....more on that later).

And it's not accidental,

"Yet not all unavailing were the spells of Felagund; for Thû neither their names nor purpose knew."

So what does that mean exactly, Finrod like the rest had been stripped of all disguise? There are literally two golden-haired elf princes left at this point (and no offense to Orodreth but any with a shred of intelligence knows that this isn't him), the fact that there is a man among them offers further clues as should their association of Nargothrond. Finally, based off the way the duel is described

"For Felagund strove with Sauron in songs of power, and the power of the King was very great"

Sauron should have alarm bells of one of those Finwean brats going off in his head. And Sauron just breezes past every clue without even recognizing them as clues. It's not just that he can't put the clues together but the remnant of Finrod's secrets kept and trust unbroken is actively working to make him not recognize that the clues are there there at all. The closest that he gets is that "he perceived that he was a Noldo of great might and wisdom".

But never that he should recognize the Noldo of great might and wisdom and that the fact that he doesn't is very suspicious.

Granted I already loved Finrod...but the fact that he not only manages to keep his secrets and those of his followers as he is falling apart over the kinslaying and literally collapsing on the floor but sets it up so that Sauron thinks he has won, that the field is his and their secrets are his for the taking is extremely impressive.

He loses the battle to keep their disguises and they are imprisoned but the rest of his song...it all rings true. They do resist, the chain snaps and Beren is freed. And all that against a Maia described as "a sorcerer of dreadful power, master of shadows and of phantoms, misshaping what he touched, twisting what he ruled, lord of werewolves; [whose] dominion was torment."

*Regardless of what most Tolkien adaptions would have you believe, golden-haired elves appear to be in extremely short supply outside of Valinor. The house of Finarfin, Thranduil and Glorfindel being some of the few in Beleriand/Middle Earth through three ages of the sun. By the time Finrod is taken, Angrod & Aegnor are dead, Glorfindel is in Gondolin (and it's unlikely that Sauron would have known/cared about him then...though he will later), Thranduil may or may not be born yet and is aggressively not Noldo, and Galadriel is a woman. That leaves Finrod and Orodreth as likely suspects.

**The Oath

There are several layers here. Honestly this reads like early Christians being asked to sacrifice to the Roman Emperor. And given that Sauron later starts actual human-sacrifice to Morgoth I feel like that is intentional on Tolkien's part. Even the method of execution feels very "thrown to the lions-ish" just with werewolves. You cannot even pretend certain things like publicly disavowing God without making yourself an apostate. Even in the field of espionage and undercover work there comes a point when you have to draw a line, to say this far and no farther can I go to keep my cover. Given the importance of oaths and curses and how binding they are they CANNOT take that oath.

They cannot even feign to take it without irrevocably changing themselves and putting themselves even further into Sauron's power. Notably, and while he does take them prisoner and torture them their minds remain free and it seems clear that every single one, from the youngest unnamed one to Edrahil makes a conscious choice to take being eaten alive (Tolkien doesn't really dwell on the horror aspect of this but if you think about it longer than three seconds it gets really dark and those unnamed elves are every bit equal in courage to more lauded heroes like Glorfindel and Fingon) over betraying their king, Beren and the city they that has cast them all aside.

Anyways, this is one of those oaths that as Tolkien would say "none should take" even if the consequences lead to being wolf-kibble.

*(quotes are from the Silmarillion and the Lay of Leithian)

#jrr tolkien #tolkien #tolkien meta #tolkien musing #finrod felagund #sauron #the quest of the silmaril #tol-in-gaurhoth #finrod's ten #beren #beren and luthien #tolkien elves #silmarillion #lay of leithian #silmarillion elves

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tired-reader-writer · 8 months

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Magic in Winds of Wolfsong

This is the magic system (if it could be called that) I created for Winds of Wolfsong, my Arslan Senki AU. The post will mainly feature how the Marda clan (a clan of OCs that Arslan, Isfan, Gieve, etc are also part of) uses magic, but they're not the only ones who use magic in the ArSen world, this is centered around Pars and the clan because they are narratively relevant.

A history of magic

The study and usage of magic was much more commonplace and powerful back in the days, days before Zahhak would come to reign Pars. It must've been the case for much of the world, really, magic existed and then something happened that tried to wipe out the existence of magecraft— for Pars, it was Zahhak. Other countries likely had other incidents. For example, even in novel canon, we see the prosperity of magic in Jamshid's era. He and many mages created horrible magical beasts for the sake of hunting them down for sport, if I were to remember correctly. Zahhak himself was actually one of those creations.

In days of old, there were... many “schools” of magic, so to speak. Not school as in like the schools we go to to learn, school as in something like “school of thought”, a particular way of thinking or interacting with magic, a way of life. There were many such schools, each with their own different ways of training and learning magic, and much of the process of learning was via master to protege instead of something more like an institution. They were numerous and diverse.

When the Serpent King took the throne by force, he began to stomp out the use and study of magic outside of his own followers and disciples with extreme prejudice, fearing that any of these mage populations may eventually develop the tools to harm or kill him and end his reign. Much of the knowledge was lost and mages fewer in numbers, more isolated from each other because they had to go into hiding.

The Marda were one of the few that survived to this day, and were instrumental in the defeat of the Serpent King, for they were the ones to craft the legendary sword Rukhnabad.

But things did not get better even after Kaykhusraw ascended the throne. He betrayed them, betrayed the mages, because he feared their power, what they could be capable of. The priesthood, starting from his reign, became mage-hunters of sorts. They feared the possibility of Zahhak's followers remaining, or any of the surviving mages creating another Zahhak, and so they sought to eradicate them, and prohibited the use of magic amongst the priesthood outside of a very limited range of skills.

Because of these reasons, encountering a mage or sorcerer would be rare in the present day, rarer still would be the prospect of two mages from two different schools encountering each other. Magecraft has become extremely localized, only existing in remote or rural areas and masters never really having more than two disciples at most— even the masters themselves are extremely rare. One could say they are of a dying kind.

A clan or a whole organization of magic users would be nigh unthinkable in this day and age. The Marda's continued survival was an extremely unlikely case.

Magic as the fabric of the world

The concept of a world inhabited by spirits and emotions and mystical qualities is older than time— it's a concept present in many religions of our world and history.

The world is alive, in a somewhat literal sense. Spirits inhabit everything— the earth, stone, waters, air, trees, animals, humans, and the like. Some (most?) are untethered, floating freely. The world is saturated with them, and they are an essential part in the way magic works in this world, because magic is the pure energy derived from the soul or spirits.

Let's start small, with the human body.

A human (or really all living creatures) is composed of a body and a soul. They aren't so separate as you might think, the body influences the soul and the soul influences the body, harming one means harming the other, they only separate upon death.

The body is sort of the boundary keeping the soul from just outright blending into the world and other spirits. Spirits have no body, so they don't really have this clear-cut boundary between “themselves” and “everything outside of themselves” the way a living thing w a body will have. They phase in and out and merge and divide and all in all there's not a sense of “self” or “identity”, there's no need. They're of the world and... they're the world itself.

What happens when a person dies is that their body decays and disintegrates, and their soul “returns” to the world to mingle with other souls.

It's like water. The water in a cup is like a soul in a body. But when the cup is gone the water returns to the lake where the water originally came from, anyways. At that point there's no point distinguishing “this part of the water used to be in a blue cup” or anything, it just becomes the lake. It's the same deal with souls.

Magical energy is derived from spirits and souls, and certain locations may have more potent and concentrated magical energy, such as places where mass death had occured in the past, places where religious ceremonies used to be held but aren't anymore, abandoned temples, certain natural locations and structures such as caves, and more.

Magic as concord

The usage of magic would involve the harnessing of magical energy present in either oneself or one's surroundings, and there are many ways to achieve that though many of the schools have gone extinct.

One of such ways is what I call a concord. The interaction and harmony between a mage and the djinn. (Side note: We don't ever get confirmation on what kind of spirit the djinn are in canon, so I'm going to use the word as a catch-all term for all kinds of spirits for the purposes of this lore post.) Asking them for favors, borrowing magical power from them, and the like. It is a relationship of respect, it has to be, it's a part of the djinn the mage is asking to take, after all. Remember that djinn are literally made of magic and nothing else.

Something along similar lines though now largely extinct would be the relationship between a patron deity and a worshipper. The worshipper or priest could beseech for the deity to grant them blessings or boons. This is an older and more powerful form of a concord.

The boons received from a concord could be something like powering the sails for a smooth and speedy journey, charming your fires to stay warm for longer, the wind never getting in the way of one's arrows, fires staying alight for longer and requiring less firewood, the mage being less likely to be affected by temperatures, the ability to sense magic more clearly, things like that. There's not much in terms of spectacle, no showy fireballs or somesuch, that's for other fantasy stories. This is more... subdued. Intimate.

On the subject of concords, the djinn and the divine aren't the only ones a mage can form a concord with— there is another, more permanent kind formed with other living beings with bodies, particularly animals.

Familiars.

When a mage spends an extended amount of time with an animal that they've bonded with, think a beloved horse or a pet or anything along those lines, they begin to influence each other. The animal gains sharper senses, higher intelligence, and a longer lifespan. The mage might also gain sharper senses and the like. Their souls are linked with each other. This is what it means to love, remember that magic is derived from the heart and soul.

The Marda clan introduces animals to their children while they're young, in the hopes that they will develop a deep bond with each other.

Could it happen between two humans? I say yes, a similar sort of thing. Not the same exact thing but think of how people influence and inspire each other. Is that not a form of magic as well?

Magic as craftsmanship

Not the product, not the materials, but the act of crafting itself that is magic, though we'll get to the former two eventually as well.

Hours of needlework dipping and pulling taut on a piece of fabric, hundreds of hammer strikes on a piece of metal. A shuttle carrying the weft thread back and forth through the warp fibers, the taking of something tangled and faulty and spinning it until smooth and strong— that's magic.

Craftspeople are able to tap deeper into the work they do and work wonders as a result of their bonds with it. It gives them a way to connect more deeply, almost to engage empathetically with their materials, feel for what the things they're working with are feeling.

For example, a weaver may get frustrated when the fibers they're trying to prepare for spinning and weaving are sticking all over their body— but with enough firmness and dedication, almost an empathy of sorts, they may be able to pull the fibers off themselves and coax them into cooperating.

There is always a degree of emotionality or awareness from the materials and spirits, the latter of which are made of emotions. It is the craftsperson's task to interact with them, draw out their properties, give them a purpose, shape them into their best forms. Fairly ordinary things crafted from fairly ordinary materials, but the result is something extraordinary that might just be able to touch something more. Craft can give a sense of purpose and direction to the inherent base of magic ordinary materials possess— elevate them into something beyond a mere product. Even simple materials like stone and wood can become sacred when built into structures like temples or instruments for sacred rituals.

Of course, some materials have more potent magic than others... Normal metal vs metal from a meteorite, fruits and herbs harvested under a certain constellation in a particular season vs the same plants harvested at any other period, things collected from a certain location saturated with spiritual power, there is so much wonder in the world.

Some particularly well-crafted items could be passed from generation to generation, and come to embody properties they didn't originally have— they're given a sense of character and honor and whatnot, coming to mean something more than say just a sword or just a table, things used for a long time come to develop their own character, imbued with the user's spirit, entwined.

You will have most certainly heard the phrase “pour one's heart and soul into something” before, writers, artists, craftspeople, anyone who creates anything, it's something dear to us, dear to our hearts, and all creatives know what it feels like. The genuine bond and love we have towards our crafts. I just happened to make it... a little more literal here, because of course, there is magic in souls in this world, and a craft is something you pour your soul into. That is why it is a wedding tradition for the marrying couple in the Marda clan to display a lifetime of things they had created with their own hands, their masterpieces, because it is believed to be proof of the beauty of one's soul, the dedication they are capable of.

Magic as song

Music is the bridge between worlds, the language of all languages that transcend all barriers. It is used as a medium to communicate with the djinn, invite them for a ceremony, incite them to congregate, certain melodies and incantations and words giving a sense of purpose to the formless, amorphous, floating djinn, to achieve a desired effect.

This is also why melodic incantations are present in the prayers of Parsian faith (side note: the religion should probably have an actual name, Zoroastrianism for example is called mazda-yasna aka the worship of Ahura Mazda, chief and creator deity and the all-wise one. As the Parsian faith is based on Zoroastrianism, I suppose their name could be something along those lines as well, something-something-yasna, though I'd like to differentiate it from its irl counterpart just as there's a distinction between Christianity and the faith of Yaldabaoth. Do y'all have any ideas?)

Music is art, isn't it? Like many forms of art and craftsmanship it's something you pour your heart into. The same principles I've described above in magic as craftsmanship also apply here.

Magic as dance

Where there is music, there tends to be dance, and the Marda have traditional dances— dances to old and ancient melodies endeavoring to sync up the body and soul to what the song is conveying. It's a form of magic unique to them.

Dance allows the djinn to dwell in the dancer's body and to channel their strength through them— music communicates, gives, and dance… dance receives. Music invites the djinn, and dance directs them, like how an orchestra conductor may direct their band. The dancers regulate and control the flow of magic for a desired outcome.

The best mages, the ones who are dancers, dance for the spirits in certain times of the year around which their celebrations are centered. A lot of their ceremonies are centered around song and dance.

Allowing spirits inside your body is the ultimate gesture of trust, and it takes a lot of effort and understanding and practice because one must be in harmony with the spirit they had accepted inside them, lest things go very very haywire and harm the dancer or the people around them. It is regarded as the most intimate form of magecraft because of its nature. For non-masters, incorporating some moves would mean the stay would be temporary, but for masters... spirits dwell for the whole dance.

Kazai’s combat for example is heavily based on his dance, allowing the djinn to dwell in parts of his body to boost his strength or impart their properties unto him, earth for strength, fire for power, water for flexibility, and so on. Outside of combat, though, he can also act as a mediator/conductor for spirits during ceremonies.

Magic as writing and sigils

There is not much to say in this section because this is not a primary method for the Marda to channel their magic, but it exists. Think of charms and talismans, prayers inscripted onto an object. Think of wards and runes and spell-arrays. Just as melodic chants and song give form and purpose to the magic in the world, certain symbols and sigils and letters can achieve similar things. Think of how in many cultures irl true names and such hold power.

Magic as healing

Recall how I mentioned that all living things have souls— magecraft involves channeling not only the magic in the world around you, but also that within yourself.

Energy from the soul is consumed and utilized for things like healing wounds and injuries, and the body and soul work in tandem for both physical and mental tasks. There is a reason one feel fatigued after tasks, after all.

The art of healing is a way to control and amplify the process, skilled healers guiding both the patient's and the djinn's energies using their own as a medium to promote healing in a wound and such, making sure it heals swiftly and correctly.

To help with that, medicinal herbs are also utilized, the healer/physician concocting medicine and poultices, drawing out their properties the same way a craftsperson might. It's the same principle, and the notion of collecting herbs and ingredients in “auspicious” times (for lack of a better word for now) when the properties of the herbs would be most potent, also applies.

For the Marda, there is no distinction between mental problems and physical ones because harming one means harming the other, they're intrinsically intertwined, and so both types of problems are handled with the same amount of care, and healers are responsible for soothing both the body and the mind. I suppose it would be somewhat similar to therapy— just with... more spirits and magic involved.

Magic as defying nature

Not all forms of magecraft are harmonic with nature, though. Sometimes a sorcerer might choose to override nature, domineer over spirits, change their very nature, force the world to bend around them. This is the school of magecraft Zahhak's disciples aka Team Zahhak is under, earth isn't supposed to be intangible like one could swim in water, objects aren't supposed to be able to randomly change into a venomous snake, human bodies aren't supposed to have certain traits, winged apes and four-eyed hounds/wolves aren't supposed to exist, Zahhak isn't supposed to exist.

It's a school of magic diametrically opposed to that of the clan who promotes harmony and respect and cooperation. Zahhak's disciples look down on the Marda, and the Marda are repulsed by them.

Magic in other countries

I mean, they must exist, right? Serics may have something along the lines of stuff we see in wuxia/xianxia fiction inspired by Taoism, Misr and even the pagan religions of Lusitania and Maryam having their own brand of magic. They must have their own history and beliefs, and their own Incident that would've greatly reduced the prominence of magecraft. I have refrained from covering them because they aren't all that relevant to the AU. But they exist.

Inspirations and References

Otoyomegatari

The Ancient Magus Bride

A Tale of Crowns

Magi (even as I have so, so much beef with it)

Hunter X Hunter

Burmese Shamanism

My own experiences as an artist

History and mythology videos from Overly Sarcastic Productions

Videos about soft magic systems by Hello Future Me

The Hinokami Kagura scene from Kimetsu no Yaiba

Various videos from Tale Foundry

Bernadette Banner (no, really, her channel was what gave me such an appreciation for crafts, and inspired me to mend my own clothes)

#winds of wolfsong #wolfpack au #arslan senki #the heroic legend of arslan #heroic legend of arslan #worldbuilding #magic system

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The current members of The Bane Train and Superheroes that I think match them!

@sparrow-eats-kats - Supergirl (Kara Zor-El) - The Woman of Tomorrow is an absolute powerhouse within the DC Universe that can stand toe to toe with her notoriously powerful cousin, Superman. Sparrow and Supergirl both have life-altering events centering around their childhood being ripped away from them. These events required them to grow up very fast and without much guidance in a brand new world. They both also have to navigate the world somewhat within the shadow and influence of their very powerful family members.

@fiasco-of-freyglen - Human Torch (Johnny Storm) - The hottest-head on the Fantastic 4 by looks, personality, and also sheer temperature, The Human Torch is a near perfect match for our favorite rebellious sorcerer. The match is so good that is almost self-explanatory. But there's more than just aesthetics here, Storm grew up destitute on the streets on NYC after his mom was killed in a car accident and his father kicked him out on the street.

Johnny Goldfiddle - Gambit (Remy LeBeau) - A smooth talking, gambling, hot-head with a southern draw who throws explosive playing cards, wears a weird head accessory, and grew up in a gang of thieves to soon become the leader because the patriarch of the thieve's guild retired. I didn't realize how close these two's backstories were until making this post. The only things separating the two characters at this point is a silver quarterstaff.

@varina-has-a-gun - Wonder Woman (Princess Diana of Themyscira/Diana Prince) - Born from clay in the image of a literal Greek god, Diana has been winning feats of strength and agility since she was born among a lineage of warrior women on the mystical nation of Paradise Island. She had to fight EVERY SINGLE ONE of them to gain the famous lasso and uniform best associated with Wonder Woman. Both are from an alternate world to the mortal plane (Feywild/Themyscira), the two fight and move each step with the force that could move a mountain. They embrace strength wherever they can find it and are foundational in the crossing boundaries to gain new relationships. They both speak with authority and great composure. When Wonder Woman talks about politics, war, battle strategy, or even just breakfast, people most definitely listen. Same thing with Varina.

@bath-creek-lake - Captain Marvel (Carol Danvers) - A air-force pilot given superpowers from an alien superhero's machine explosion made Carol Danvers one of the most powerful Marvel heroes the universe has ever seen. She is a bastion of perseverance and has shot up on the list of morally upright good characters in the Marvel Universe on the level of Spider-Man and Captain America. On teams where Captain Marvel is prominent, she will become the sort-of moral compass to help the team accomplish their goal. She's so steadfast in her morals that she was the opposition to Tony Stark in Civil War II. Lake and Carol both emulate and radiate that every step forward is a step in the right direction.

@lionel-the-librarian - Doctor Strange (Dr. Stephen Strange) - The Sorcerer Supreme (even though by D&D standards he is most definitely a wizard) and Protector of The Eye of Agamotto, Doctor Strange is the most formidable magic user on Earth 616. Like Lionel, he's nosy and witty but makes it worthwhile with his seemingly endless depths of arcane knowledge. They both also have some experience with handling live human organs.

#dungeons and dragons #ardowin: hell on earth

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