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thewritersline · 11 months
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“How has no one else noticed your powers? Just the other day I swear I saw a picture of you using them.” “Yeah, there are a bunch of those floating around online. Everyone seems to think it’s just photoshop.”
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seaside-writings · 2 years
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Prompt #482
"Pick a card to pick your fate,”
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What if werewolves sounded like huskies arguing in their transformed form?
Werewolf: *UNGODLY WAILING*
Roommate: “NO. YOU ALREADY ATE YOUR SNACKS. YOU ARE NOT EATING A WHOLE BLOCK OF CHEESE!!”
Werewolf: *MORE UNGODLY WAILING AND HOWLING*
Roommate: “YOU’RE LACTOSE INTOLERANT JERRY!”
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Merlin in his booty shorts era
Arthur: *staring as Merlin's saunters past him*
Merlin: *winks at Arthur*
Arthur: *Flustered*
Arthur: You tease. Get out so I can work in peace.
Merlin laughs skipping over to Arthur, leaving a small kiss on his lover's cheek and receiving a quick grope from Arthur's wandering hands.
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dragonagitator · 7 months
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BG3 fanfic prompt for my witchy friends:
So there's different sources of arcane magic in Faerun, right? Mystra, the Goddess of Magic, controls the Weave and she sends her agents to seek out and destroy other sources of arcane magic like the Shadow Weave, Karsite Weave, etc.
Meanwhile, it is canonically possible to believe a new god into existence. Mostly only Kuo-Toa do this but my understanding is that's because they are inclined towards fanatical levels of religious faith and not because they have an exclusive racial ability to spawn new gods.
So let's say you're writing a Modern Girl in Faerun author self-insert fic. And your MGIF was a practicing witch back on Earth. What happens if she continues practicing in Faerun? Does that introduce a new kind of Weave into the world?
And if she does diety work, does her belief in her gods and goddesses from Earth cause them to begin manifesting in Faerun?
Culminating in a showdown against Mystra, where it's not just Gale going up against her, it's Gale and your MGIF and her gods and goddesses from back home.
"Oh, so you're the local Goddess of Magic? Well, let me introduce you to Hecate and Freyja and the Morrigan and Isis and..."
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writers-potion · 1 month
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hi! its fairy anon again, thank you for your suggestions! i know my story sounds very gore heavy with my fairy eating babies worldbuilding but i promise my tone is actually much lighter than that 😭 i was kinda trying to take inspo from old fae stories where children would get lured away and go missing because of fairy antics. but anyway! i really like the idea of a chamber where people cant really see what happens inside. it actually gave me an idea to take that a step further to say that no one in-world actually knows what happens to the babies, so people just assume they get eaten. the idea of babies being whisked away somewhere else somehow, and that the place they get sent is linked to the fairy's longevity, i think is a good way to get my lore across without being gratuitously gorey. id love to know what you think of that idea and definitely would welcome any ideas you have in addition if you have any!
also for clarification, you understood my worldbuilding very well but i made a mistake by saying "enslaved" instead of "imprisoned". each noble house has a fairy living in a cell somewhere in the head of house's estate, and each noble house gets one element. for example, my protagonist is the heir to the house that recieved the ice blessing. but also the whole "fairies eating babies" thing is a secret from the public, the commoners of this kingdom have been fed lies for generations about the ancestors of the nobility saving the fae from extinction, which resulted in the faries "blessing" them. this is their justification for why they should be the ruling elite, despite there being very obvious corruption throughout the nobility
"The Mysterious Cave" Trope
Hi! I'm glad that my ideas helped you :)
I think the best way to further develop this idea of babies being whisked away is to take inspiration from existing ones:
The Piped Piper of Hamlin Type
The imprisoned fairies sing/whisper an enchantment that lures children, who walk voluntarily down to their prisons at night.
The "fairy song" picks up a baby, cradle and all, and delivers it to the fairy waiting in their prison
After that, no one knows what happens to the kids who were taken.
The Arabian Nights Type
In this case, there will be some action required from the child/baby, which will open the doors to the fairy's prison
For example, multiple babies can be brought forth in front of the prison's gates. The first baby to cry will automatically get the gates to open, and he will be claimed by the fairy.
Goldilocks and The Three Bears Type
The child/baby to be given is kept for a while (you can decide for how long) in a special room, fed special meals (this can be related to the particular element that the fairy controls) to optimize them for...consumption.
After the baby has been fed/washed/dressed for the occasion, the fairy can be brought into the chamber, or the babies given away to them in prison.
The Sleeping Beauty/Rapunzel Type
This is where the destiny of the babies are determined even before birth.
You can have the loyalty pay for their magic by giving up their second-born to the fairies, or have the loyalty pay off peasant parents to give up their unborn child in exchange of lifetime's worth of wealth.
Alternatively, it can be the fairies who foresee the birth of the babies that they'll consume ("a girl born in -- at -- hour shall be given to me" and such), and as soon as they're born, they'll be claimed.
Hope this helps! :)
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sadlynotthevoid · 4 months
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Okay, hear me out—
Exorcist! Og!Cale.
Exorcise the shit out of White Star, sweetie.
Even better, make it a modern fantasy AU. So, you can have both world's characters and college student og!Cale, who is Rok Soo's young neighbour nextdoor, but also deals with haunted stuff almost every tuesday.
Rok Soo doesn't know exactly what Cale does when he's not at the college, but he doesn't want to know. He almost run on him once outside the building and heard him talking to the air... Then a trash can flew off the floor and disappeared into nothing.
He turned around and left.
When Cale finally meets him, he takes a look at the gloomy smoke surrounding this guy and is like "uh, are you aware of the remannents of a curse clinging to you?". Then he hires himself to clean Rok Soo from the curse because "knowing that there's such a dangerous thing, only an idiot would let it be".
He convinces Rok Soo by telling him it's for free.
Some time later white star is pulled out of his body, sealed into a rock and threw into a fire.
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ladybirdmacbeth · 1 year
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Modern AU: Inej telling Nina abt her boyfriend before introducing them, saying “Kaz loves magic tricks, he’s really good at them” and Nina thinking to herself like “omg sweet dear Inej must have bagged herself the dorkiest nerdiest loser” and then meets Kaz.
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starboy-whump · 8 months
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I am a normal person who likes whump and hurt/comfort a normal amount
...I am a normal person who likes whump and hurt/comfort a normal amount, buying tea-grade rosepetals to make rose tea & rosewater bc exactly ONE line in a Fall Out Boy song from over a decade ago convinced me that rosewater is an intoxicant and/or sedative for angels, in the sense that it could b useful in field medicine, and the entire idea of rosewater gives me whumperflies now
but im rly rly normal i swear
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the-wizard-writes · 1 year
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Angel Roommate being a roommate
I did a post a long time ago on my other blog about an angel roommate and their shenanigans so, I wanted to make a longer post about it too with some headcannon’s along the way. 
Angel wings (depending on the angel) can be pretty damn big. They can stretch their wings out pretty far which is kinda annoying when trying to share a space. A few times you’ve been hit with a wing or have walked in trying to sit down on the couch only to accidently sit down on their wings.  Human: [Lightly kicks the angel’s wing]  “Adriel, can you please move you’re wing? I’m trying to sit down.” Angel: “But, I am cozy. Human: “Yeah, but, you’re wings are huge.” Angel: “Yes.. but, I am under the blanket of weight. I cannot move.” Human: “....”
Also imagine introducing your angel roommate to different things. About the world. Since they’ve never been out in the human world before they are super curious about  the world...or the city there roommate live in. City tours are a normal occurrence where the angel just loves to watch everyone and everything. Also ask a lot of questions. They’re almost like a kid in a candy store watching all the amazing things that the world has to offer. 
However, you had to explain to them that no you may not keep the raccoon as a pet...Or the opossum...Or the bear. 
Angels have no concept of shame and or embarrassment when it comes to their bodies. They wear loose clothing because it’s comfortable to them. They are uses to wearing flowing robes, shirts and other items of loose clothing since they also live up in their own realm and it can get pretty warm up there so they have to wear clothing like that. 
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theladycarpathia · 2 years
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“You’re a witch hunter,” Steve says, cold trickling down his spine, and Billy gives him a slow blink.
“Well, yeah,” he says, as though this means nothing to him at all. Steve sighs.
“So I’m a witch?” he points out, hauling himself up onto an elbow so he can look at Billy. 
But it only makes it worse. Because when he looks at Billy he’s reminded by everything that he’d be giving up. Everything that he’s spent his life searching for.
“I don’t really give a fuck, Harrington,” Billy says flatly, stretching his long arms above his head. Steve watches the muscles flex, how the motion makes his red t-shirt shift just enough to reveal a strip of creamy tanned skin. “It’s not like my family are really active hunters anymore.”
“Your dad will be pissed,” Steve says quietly, because he knows enough about Neil Hargrove to know that while no, the Hargroves don’t hunt anymore, that Billy’s dad definitely won’t let him stay with a witch. And a male one at that.
Billy scoffs loudly.
“I really don’t give a fuck,” he says again, bitterness creeping into his voice.  “And neither should you.”
Steve flops back down onto the tartan blanket and stares up into the glittering night sky. His backyard has always been perfect for this sort of thing - the clear open sky above Loch Nora, the soft glow of the pool, the complete absence of his parents. Steve had had very different intentions in mind when he invited Billy over for dinner and some stargazing. It had been a perfect third date, right up until Steve had caught sight of the witch hunter's mark on Billy’s wrist. 
“I don’t care,” he lies. Because even though Billy rents a shitty studio apartment above the bowling alley, he’s still not free of Neil Hargrove. The distance isn’t going to be enough to save Billy, and Steve doesn’t need any runes or cards to tell him that. He can see it in the fingerprints around Billy’s wrist, in the long white scar on the soft skin of Billy’s thigh, the set of Billy’s jaw.
It terrifies Steve that Billy is choosing him over his own safety. “It’s not like the dating app has a ‘no witches’ option,” Billy says flatly. “And I wouldn’t fucking tick it anyway because I don’t give a shit.”
“You knew though,” Steve protests, because hiding a witch mark is far easier and something Billy must have deliberately covered on their past few dates. Billy had never taken his denim jacket off on their first date. And he’d worn long sleeves on their second date, and the few times he’s stopped in Family video to visit Steve. “You knew straight away in the coffee shop, you could smell me…”
“So what if I did?” Billy bursts out, hauling himself upright. His eyes flash in the moonlight, the unearthly indigo shade of a witch hunter, and he’s never looked more beautiful. Steve sits up too, wondering if Billy can see the glow of gold in his own eyes, the color of magic. A`dead giveaway of Steve’s lineage. Witches and witch hunters have been enemies since before Salem. And while most are no longer active, it’s still unheard of for the two to mix. “I didn’t care, Steve! You could have transformed into a bat in that coffee shop and I wouldn’t have given a shit, alright? I didn’t ask to be able to smell magic, I didn’t ask for my stupid ancestors to go out burning witches and I wasn’t about to stop our first date for something so idiotic and outdated.”
“Not about to tie stones to my feet and chuck me in my own pool then?” Steve asks, curling his fingers around Billy’s bare left wrist, just over the jagged witch mark seared into Billy’s skin. He can so easily spend the rest of his days with his skin pressed into Billy’s.
Billy gives him a flash of teeth and Steve’s stomach swoops at the sight of it. This night might go the way he had planned after all. 
“Not unless you really annoy me,” Billy murmurs, eyes heavy and dark, and presses his mouth to Steve’s. It’s not their first kiss, but it’s certainly their most honest one. 
When the kiss grows more heated and they fall back down to the ground, Steve takes the opportunity to use a little magic. Not something he does on the day to day, not in a tiny town like Hawkins, but he thinks maybe he can show Billy that there are benefits to dating a witch. It takes Billy a good few minutes to realize that the night sky has changed to Steve’s bedroom ceiling.
“Handy,” Billy comments, looking impressed at the sudden teleportation. His hands slide further down inside Steve’s jeans and his fingers curl around the curve of Steve’s ass. Steve sucks on Billy’s full bottom lip to stifle his moan.
“Got any good spells for getting naked?” Billy asks lasciviously. 
Steve smiles and shows him.
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If magic and shapeshifting were regular things, merchants would probably hope to have a really cute animal form or learn how to gain one so they can hit potential customers with the literal puppy dog eyes. Inspired by this photo:
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Modern Fantasy Monsters: Summer Time!
I have said this once and I will say it again. ORC BBQ BLOCK PARTIES. Imagine all the food. Like seriously ALL of the food you could ever eat plus some really cool war stories from everyone who has them. Orcs trading recipes with other members of the family while they also share different smithing techniques.
Merfolk gathering at night at the beach when humans are our partying disguising themselves to look like humans to take food and drinks back down to their secret cove to have their own party that actually recycles all the excess wrappers that nonmerfolk don’t think about throwing away.
Werecreatures having close to turning bon-fire nights where they all commune with each other in their wildness. All were creatures are invited to be to feel as free as they are while in their shifted form.
Vampires who stay out of the sun already are used as cold-water-bottles since they’re naturally pretty cold due to being a vampire. So this makes them prime content for their non vampy friends hugging them with their warm bodies to try to cool down. Vampire emotion can range from okay to this practice or “I SWEAR IF YOU DO NOT GET YOUR SWEATY BODY OFF OF MEEEE!!!”
Demons that sneak into abandoned places to have wicked parties. Imagine a group of rambunctious demon teens sneaking into an amusement park after dark partying it up.
Merfolk using small kiddie pools as tanning beds to get a nice summer tan.
Witches that create mix potions with cool drinks for different effects. Mostly effects to cool the body…hopefully it won’t turn the person drinking the potion into a giant ice cube.
Dryads soaking In pools to keep their bodies from drying out due to the heat. Sometimes they have to stay inside due to hot wealthier advisories.
Dragons who sometimes stay out in the sun and let the sun shine on their scales to sunbath (like the big lizards they are lol) or they sit in a pool of water just to cool down from all the excess heat.
Giants that don’t mind their smaller friends using their arm and hands as a diving board. Though they are still careful that their friends are safe and won’t raise their arm too high for them to jump into the water.
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badassbutterfly1987 · 2 months
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Domaystic 2023
01 Housewarming (Holland + Danes)
02 A stash of… (blackberries, Nasi)
03 List (Holland, yearly goals)
04 Packed lunch (Kell) 05 Learning something new
06 Under the same umbrella 07 Stained clothes (Holland)
08 The things in that drawer 09 Mistaken identity
10 Bath (Kell/Lila)
11 Volunteering
12 Crisis (Holland+Kell) 13 Taking turns
14 Parade (Pride, Holland+Ojka)
15 Junkmail 16 Sleeping habits (Holland/Vortalis)
17 Marked date on calendar (Holland) 18 Discount at favourite store
19 Police at the door (Holland+Athos) 20 In the nearby park (Holland+dog)
21 Handmade gift
22 S/o on the local news (Holland/Vortalis) 23 Small couch
24 Secret language
25 Misdialed calls 26 Sounds from above
27 Passage through a fence 28 Recycling
29 Lottery
30 Feeling of doing nothing 31 Midnight snack (Nasi)
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otpcompendium · 1 year
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In the middle of a mighty battle, there's a flash of energy - a massive uncontrolled release of stored magic caused by the death of a powerful wizard - and A and B are flung through a rift from their historical fantasy setting into the modern world together. Are they on the same side, working together to find a way to return, or are they enemies trying to save themselves and leave the other one stranded? Either way, A and B will have to keep each other close while they try to figure it all out, with the other serving as their only source of familiarity and comfort in this crazy new world...
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arecaceae175 · 1 year
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How about "library" for the one word prompts?
"Everyone put the top five cards of your library into your graveyard," Wind said with a wide grin. Everyone else groaned.
Sky picked up his top card and gasped. "No, not my Trapped in a Tower!" Sky cried, cradling the card in his hands.
"Hell yeah, get rid of it!" Legend cheered. "Noting can stop my boar now!"
Sky frowned and reluctantly placed the card in his growing graveyard pile.
"You killed two of my rats," Wild said with a frown.
"You'll get them back," Hyrule said unenthusiastically, head propped on his head.
"True," Wild admitted.
From his seat in his office, Time sighed. The Magic game had been going for an hour and a half and showed no signs of ending soon. So much for a peaceful Sunday catching up on work.
Time leaned back in his chair at just the right angle to see the living room and propped his feet up. At least he got to watch his kids have fun.
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