#A Different Kind of Magic

[void-in-the-middle-of-nowhere]

the closing music to episode 16,,,,phlease😭😭 taylor it's so beautiful. how did he teach himself this how does he capture it so beautifully. witnessing people work magic every week :,)))

[sobeautifullyobsessed]

self-indulgent reblog

(especially 'cuz I miss writing these two together💖)

A Different Kind of Magic

a bit of romance and magic, because Stephen may be a Master of the Mystic Arts, but he is sorely lacking in the romance department - by sobeautifullyobsessed

for @doctorstrangeaskblog​ - loosely based on RP between Stephen and Beauty (OFC). Imagine, if you will, how it was when he finally realized there could be more than friendship between them. Part One.​

Stephen stretched his arm atop the sofa back, and the woman beside him nestled against him, humming so quietly that he barely heard her.  Humming her satisfaction, and neither one of them needing to speak a word, as he adjusted ever so slightly to the feel of her warmth and her soft presence, pressed close to his side.  He closed his eyes, delighting as her dark hair brushed along his jawline, enjoying the newly familiar scent of her shampoo (strawberries and cream, entirely apropos to her sweet disposition), while wondering why he had let himself go so long without allowing anyone to get this close to his heart, in what felt to him now like…forever. How could he have so adamantly denied his need for simple, human affection for so long?

She rested her free hand on his chest, and without a thought, he moved his other hand, to rest atop hers. This is good, he thought, and not for the first time today; this is really, really good, as he cast his mind back to the many days and weeks before, when he tried his utmost to keep her at arm’s length.  He realized now that he hadn’t been trying to protect himself as much as trying to protect her; he knew his own history far too well, and the remorse of the pain he’d caused the last woman in his life still prickled his conscience when thoughts of her crossed his mind.  He’d have to confess it all to Beauty eventually, as a precautionary tale; he would not, could not, bear to bring the same heartache upon her as his thoughtlessness, selfishness, and arrogance, had brought him to inflict upon Christine.

“I love this part,” she murmured, redirecting his attention to the movie on the screen.  Practical Magic, a film that she had called one of her favorites.  When he suggested a movie night in the comfort (and privacy) of the Sanctum, she had been quick to suggest a magical pair—and Stephen had agreed readily, not realizing there would be more than magic as a theme.  Or rather, a very different magic than what he’d been anticipating.  

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[infinitelystrangemachinex]

The stewards of the old world are always keen to give you a glimpse of their might... According to legend, the ancients built specialized chambers to seal away false prophets.

The Arcane is waking up.

[miscellaneousrenaissant]

Ep 3 AU in which Evan succeeded on his death save but lost his arm, so K made him a prosthesis while the group was still on Galamanis

[bookishly-andy]

"A Different Kind of Magic" by Chesney Infalt

*made by me, but not my pictures*

[bonkalore]

Sort of continuation of the very wholesome comic with Cyprus and Lucy. Here Cyprus is remembering that gravity is more of a thing to worry about on the surface than it is under the water.

He seems confident all the time but he's really got a lot on his mind when trying to be lol

[failsquirrel]

magical cat design

[moondvncer]

something something boyfriend! simon riley sitting somewhere in the bathroom and watching as you do your make up and enjoying that moment of normality after deployment and most importantly chuckling under his breath because you complain about your eyeliner being uneven bonus points if he almost got shot on the field

[thebabygronckle]

merlin au where everyone finds out merlin is a sorcerer and theyre all covering for him from arthur

except arthur already knows??? hes known like. pretty much the whole time. hes been waiting for merlin to tell him himself.

but the longer it goes on the more arthur wonders if its something hes doing? he and merlin are close, arthur considers merlin his closest friend, but maybe arthur has done something to dissuade merlin from trusting him? maybe merlin cant forgive arthur for being uthers son? because arthur has noticed the increasing amount of people covering for his manservant, hes aware everybody ELSE knows

[warning-heckboop]

Oh to be able to make the complex lore comic that lives in my head about the concept of fairies, anti-fairies, and pixies once being a civilization of one single species of fae that splintered both metaphorically and literally due to internal conflict

[tomurakii]

I do think character design diversity is important but pls let's not act like the boys in dandadan are diverse when they're all skinny white-skinned generically attractive boys with ONE exception

The point of the post wasn't even so much diversity as it was just character distinguishability. Whether you think Okarun's design is "attractive" or not he still has notably different features and a different build from Jiji, meanwhile Momo and Aira are identical aside from their hair and eyebrows.

And then there's obviously the aliens.

Where the male ones look weird in their base forms and have even weirder transformations, but the one female alien just happens to be a girl with antenna 100% of the time.

This weird need for female characters to be one specific kind of attractive all the time just gets in the way of decent character design.

[david-tennant-in-chairs]

I mean honestly

[bookishly-andy]

This was an enjoyable read with lots of romance dipped in some darkness, as any good Victorian setting has. There was magic and interesting worldbuilding in a place that is also very known to us.

We follow the perspectives of two characters, Isabela and Thomas, one a spell caster, the other a rune writer. From the start you know how the story is going to end, there’s absolutely no way that it was going to end any differently, but this is one of the stories that the journey is what counts.

The secondary characters are also not left behind, dare I say even stealing the show in some of the scenes. The pacing was a little slow here and there, but it was a cozy read.

[bonkalore]

Let's be honest: this kind of content is the reason most people have followed me for. Domestic size difference is the good shit tho~ <3

[seiwas]

SEL MY SEL …….. crawling over here for the ask game …………… you already know . who i’m going to ask for phdkdjdkdb IN MY DEFENSE I WILL NEVER GET OVER YOUR VERSION OF HIM !!!!!!!

….. sugu ….. with ’sun’ ……. maybe ���👈

(🍵 <- a little matcha for your troubles … good luck with the writing exercises my loveee <33 i’m cheering you on!!!)

ARI 🥹🥹🥹🥹 hehe ofc i shall write sugu for u! writing him is always so fun 🥹 thank you for the prompt, and for the matcha!! i will be sipping it as i write this 🥹 it is not a trouble at alllll!! esp if it's for youuuuu 🫶

contains: beautiful, gorgeous, sexy neighbor suguru, mood can be a bit unsettling... honestly a little stockholm syndrome-y (does this count as dark? idk 😭), skewed concept of reality and time

suguru + sun

you move into a new neighborhood on your 24th birthday.

it's a quaint house, fully furnished with wooden panels lining its contemporary build. you consider yourself lucky for finding a place this well-kept at the price point you offered. you're honestly surprised that suguru, your now landlord, accepted your application.

the area sits a few kilometers on the outskirts of the city, but it feels neither too quiet nor too busy; a perfect balance with an impressive view of the rising sun this early in the morning. that, and the people seem friendly, greeting you as they pass by. they even offer to help you haul things out of your car and into the house.

to the right of your house is one that holds the same design elements at yours, although a bit darker in its tones. it's sleek and modern, befitting of a bachelor.

"you must be the new tenant," a voice speaks from behind you, syrupy and smooth. you didn't even hear his footsteps.

when you turn around, you're met with a tall man who greets you with his arms held behind his back as he tilts his head low. there's a calmness that radiates off him, a sort of gentleness that signals he’s someone you can trust.

you nod, introducing yourself with your hand outstretched towards him.

"suguru," he replies as his fingers grab yours delicately. your eyes widen in surprise, recognizing the name, and he merely chuckles in return, a soft laugh that brings out kindness in his eyes.

"i should greet you properly," he lets go of your hand, placing it back behind him. "hello, new neighbor."

.

over shared breakfasts by your porch and impromptu dinners over at his, you grow a liking to suguru. he's polite and thoughtful, often knocking at your door in the mornings to offer you a cup of tea to watch the sunrise.

"you'll only find sunrises like this here," he leans back on the wooden chair you set out as outdoor furniture. his head tilts towards you slightly, impossibly close as you notice the corner of his lips curl up into a small grin.

hues of pinks, purples, and orange blend to illuminate his face perfectly. the sun is beautiful in front you, peeking between clouds as it inches away from the horizon, but something about him is infinitely more magnetic. your stare is immediately drawn to his lips, smooth and supple, before it meets his gaze.

you don't know what's worse―wanting to lean in or be pulled by the look in his eyes.

he fixes things that break in your home, always somehow knowing just when to show up. at first, it was your windows, the one by the attic, too high and dangerous for you to climb; then, it was your kitchen sink, its pipes regurgitating the water going down the drain. he's begun to bring you your groceries too, often asking for a list of what you need when he makes trips out of town.

your days blur easily when you're with suguru, and time passes almost fleetingly as you find your hours filled with soft laughs and touches so delicate you sometimes wonder whether they're real.

it should be noted, you think, how much time has passed since you first met him―an anniversary of some sort.

.

you learn that he owns both houses―his and the one you're currently renting. it once belonged to a friend who had to move for bigger, greater responsibilities elsewhere, he'd said.

"why did you decide on renting?" you ask him one night, over wine and candlelight.

your fingers fiddle with his as he sits you on his lap, this thing between you growing more intimate lately. he rubs his thumb along your thigh, resting his chin by your shoulder.

"you could have sold it or something."

he presses his lips gently on your collarbone.

"i could've," his fingers trail up to your waist, crossing your chest before landing on your chin, cupping it lightly to face him. your heart is hammering in your chest, senses on fire as his nose kisses yours. you think you can count every mole that dots his face beautiful. then, he inches closer, lips grazing yours as he whispers, "but i was waiting for you."

.

you mark each day at sunrise.

your digital clocks and calendars stopped working after some time, but you don't mind. suguru always tells you what date it is when you ask.

this morning, you wake up in his bed, and the sun is still as breathtaking as you remember it, the same pink, purple, and orange hues streaming through his window. when you look closely, the clouds―

"good morning," he brings you tea in bed, his hair topped off with a bun, a half-up-half-down.

your stomach fills itself with something warm and fuzzy as you smile at him, "morning."

"slept well?" his hand reaches for your waist under the duvet, and you giggle, ticklish.

"very," you crane your neck to land a soft kiss on his lips. "what date is it today?"

"october 28," he supplies.

your eyebrows shoot up as you realize, "i have to bring my car to the mechanic."

it's been 6 months now since your last check, right before you moved, and though you barely use your car anyway, it's best to be safe.

you quickly move to get up but suguru's hand keeps you in place, firmly pressed on your waist.

"i'll do it," he says with a smile on his face, "you rest here."

.

you barely see your other neighbors except for the girl who smokes a pack of cigarettes a day and the twins down the street.

when you ask suguru about it, he dismisses the question quickly, saying, "must have moved," as he urges you to take another sip of your tea.

you dream of them that night, on bare streets; it wakes you in a cold sweat, the image of your neighborhood reduced to just your house and suguru's.

.

this is the 200th sunrise since you started counting, which means this is the 200th day since you and suguru officially got together. kind of.

your gift for him is a painting of the sunrise, because it reminds you of him; and because it's become your favorite thing to look forward to, too.

the pinks and purples blend together beautifully as it contrasts with the orange hues, and the sun continues to peak above the horizon as it settles between clouds.

suguru kisses you when you give it to him, the taste of tea right on his tongue.

he frames it on his bedside, and when you wake in his room the next morning, it greets you along with the back of his head, fast asleep.

your eyes flit to the view outside his window, the same pinks, purples, and orange hues. you tilt your head curiously, brows furrowing. the sun stays at the same spot above the horizon, and when you look at the painting again, the clouds hold the same position and shape.

a chill washes over you, your hearbeat pounding.

.

"what date is it today?" you ask suguru as you wash the potatoes in the sink.

another bag of groceries from suguru. now that you think about it, you don't think you've ever gone to the grocery store since moving.

"is it important?" he responds, slightly snappy. you've begun to notice that he hates it when you ask lately.

you eye him from the side.

"i was thinking of preparing a menu of what we'll eat during the holidays, if it's near."

the furrow on his brows smooths out as you give your answer, and so he says, "december 5."

and you know something is wrong, because that can't be it. it doesn't make sense with the sunrises you've counted.

.

you dream again, more and more as the days go by―dirt roads and your house and suguru's, run-down and empty. more things start breaking in your apartment, and suguru always knows when they need to be fixed.

there's a deep, twisting feeling in your stomach that intensifies, festering under your skin; it worsens in the mornings, when you sit with suguru at your porch and you think you see a crack in the sunrise.

.

sunrise valley the place where the sun never sets! ─── beautiful, bright, and destined for people who live just like you! find your new home here.

[DISCONTINUED] — FOR DEMOLITION ON DECEMBER 7. under investigation for suspicious spiritual activity and missing persons.

[lezstat]

surprised i haven’t seen anyone talking abt this parallel. jacob & delainey’s lil comforting shoulder touches🥺(no wonder everyone always gushes about those two in interviews, how could u not adore them? sweethearts. gaaah this whole cast is so solid <3)