#Magic Fights

[magicspace114]

Toxic Positivity

I've been writing a story in my free time and by writing I mean, creating characters that have arcs but no plot other than that. These are two that I've drawn

These two are the guardians of positivity and negativity, Ash and Rem. More about them under the cut

So, these two are a pair of immortals that were found and raised by mortals in a village. As such, they were tainted with mortal beliefs and values and so both were taught that positivity was good and negativity was evil. This meant that Remnant, guardian of negativity, was very looked down upon and degraded for his role in the world and while Ash was always supportive of him, it wasn't enough for him to not lash out at the village and the people who hurt him. He grew corrupted by the forces and creatures of negativity due to his grief and suffering, unable to fight back. Afterwards, he continues to lash out at the world and other mortals who reject him, becoming the villain they all made him out to be.

The brothers live for hundreds of years before Rem's hurt and anger has started to fade and run out of steam. By this time, he's built himself a small gang of mortals that help him cause chaos and it's through them that he starts to heal.

Ash:

Ash is the younger brother and while he's always been adamant that his brother was not evil, he never understood that positivity and negativity weren't forces of good or evil. That both sides could cause harm or good depending on how it's used.

One of the main themes of the story is that positivity and negativity aren't evil, people are.

He's so used to playing the hero for hundreds of years that he got used to the governing system's abuse of him and its citizens. He fears what change would bring if he went against it and is scared to allow others to go against it and possibly get hurt. His own team of heroes have to coach him through change and make sure he takes care of himself because he's so used to being a shield.

Rem:

Rem is the older brother. He was always aware of how necessary negativity was to a healthy psyche and was against the beliefs forced upon them both from the start. That only made people hate him more. In his early days, he'd sit with people who were feeling overly negative, counselling them if they needed and protecting their souls in case of any negative spirits that tried to latch on and feed off them.

By the time the story starts, he's almost gone back to his old ways only for his gang. Each member of his gang has their story of hard times and overly negative emotions. They struggle a lot with issues like sleeping or eating or reaching out for help. Rem remains at the side but is conscious of any negativity building in the group, responding when it reaches a peak.

As the story progresses, he starts taking on his old roles a lot quicker, to the point of counselling his gang and even hunting down negative spirits if they're feeding on people again. His healing arc is tied to his gang, as their issues play out and they start to heal, so does he.

The brothers are supposed to be polar opposites of each other. As immortals of this story, they represent what is true of the realms, not what people believe. Ash is positivity, the sun, light, fire, the air. Rem is negativity, the moon, dark, water, the sea.

Despite being on opposite sides of this fight, Ash does not hate Rem and holds no hostility towards him. His fighting is always to win the altercation, not kill Rem. He's able to use fire magic to fly but he only uses that in open spaces.

Rem isn't outright hateful of Ash but there is some resentment towards him since Ash was always treated so well while he wasn't. He uses water magic. He remains cold during fights but will deal heavy blows without hesitation. However, there are lines he won't cross.

[smilepre]

[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.

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF movie Mike fights Moon at the Pizzaplex..

[proxycrit]

LINKTOBER DAY 4- hyrule sanctum (it’s technically 3.5 but pshaw)

Zelda’s getting REAL TIRED of link THROWING HIMSELF IN FRONT OF HER like a MEAT SHIELD.

Anyways, for keen eyed viewers: yes that’s the sheikah slate. And yes a little strand of something DID tag along with the fleeing duo.

All zelda shenanigans here

Patreon sketchbook here!

[magicspace114]

You were surprisingly not kicked out of the school. You were yelled at pretty badly by your second class teacher for the remainder of the class until the bell signalled for everyone to move on to the next class.

Your classmates were all cautious of you now. While most didn't understand what happened, they at least figured the teacher was in the wrong for scaring the animals, not you. They were now all aware of your unconventional spellcasting.

Third class of the day and you felt like you'd been there for years.

Defensive spellcasting.

That was apparently part of the curriculum. You figured perhaps these were wards or protections for casting, something familiar perhaps. Getting into the room, you saw some of the wards you recognised and drew yourself.

This teacher though, was a psychopath that just wanted to pit students against each other. He'd chosen two poor students at random, one to play attacker while the other defended. You got to see first hand how stupid their spellcasting was. They had to shout the name of their spells, broadcasting their moves and allowing the other to put up a shield.

You found the entire class stupid and you didn't even bother to pay attention after the first fight. Magic was being thrown around so carelessly and this wasn't just little amateur spells. Fire was being thrown in the class, some of it actually injuring the students but the teacher just cast a healing spell on them and sent them back into the fight.

Many students' grasp on spells were not suited for these fights and they trembled as they were put on the stage. The bully loved the fights, often volunteering so they could show off and hurt other students in the process.

You rolled your eyes as the teacher attempted to make a lesson out of the fights, instructing in between to point out 'where a student went wrong'.

"Oh, I'm sorry, is this boring to you?" The teacher noticed you weren't paying attention.

You'd had enough of this school now and didn't care if you were kicked out. It was the worst teaching experience you've had and you had a mentor that would abandon you in the woods for a few days to teach you how to survive.

"If all spells need to be spoken, why not just cover the castor's mouth? Why bother with a counter spell?"

"Swap places with our little defender here," the teacher said, pointing to the trembling student on stage standing across from the bully.

You stood up and took their place. From your distance, you couldn't physically cover your bully's mouth but you didn't need to. They grinned, speaking their incantation before you pinched your fingers again and their mouth shut. The teacher paused, not expecting you to not speak as you cast a spell.

"Grant me power, change." The teacher said, gesturing towards you. Before you realised he'd cast a spell on you, your body was morphed into a tabby cat. Though a little painful, this wasn't your first time being turned into an animal.

Once you realised what happened, you flopped to the ground, thrashing against the thin threads of magic that held you in that shape. You rolled and battered against the invisible chains and the magic broke away easily, the castor not intentionally holding on to the spell.

This was something your mentor had trained you on and timed you on how quickly you could break the spell. Forced transmutation was not a permanent spell no matter how powerful the castor. Your body naturally wanted to morph back into your usual form and it was all about unravelling yourself from the castor's magic. Once that happened, you would turn back.

You stood up quickly once you were free of the spell. "You won't always be aware that you have an opponent," your teacher said, "so it's important you always have counter spells at the ready."

"Ignite flame," the bully let out. Since you were transformed, you were no longer holding their mouth closed. They threw the largest fire ball they could at you.

You held your hand out and locked eyes with your bully. They grinned maliciously, "oops, didn't mean to make it a big one. Oh well." They said. The fire ball froze as you kept your eye on the bully's eyes. They were stuck staring back at you, unable to look away and unable to see their own fireball as you'd frozen it in place.

Slowly, your outstretched hand started closing and the air around the bully grew cold. Their breath came out in a mist and slowly their limbs started to be turned to stone. Their breath stuttered as they realised and they began to panic, their fireball extinguishing.

"S-stop." They finally broke your gaze as you stopped casting, not fully closing your hand into a fist. "Help me," they looked at the teacher who just stared impressed.

You hadn't completed the spell, not wanting to turn your classmate into a statue, simply freezing their arms and legs. You dropped your hand, leaving them partially frozen.

"Impressive," the teacher nodded, not helping their student out of the stone.

"You're not teaching, you're just pitting students against each other." You glared at the teacher now, "all you're doing is bolstering bullies and pushing students down. How are you a teacher?!"

"You watch your tongue before I cast it out of your mouth."

"Hmm, sounds like a spell I'd like to learn protection symbols for, too bad they're just wall decoration here." You sneered, noticing your bully trying to struggle out of their stone prison.

"Help," they squeaked out, their voice significantly weaker than before. You knew your spell wasn't hurting them but looking over, they seemed very scared.

"You disrespectful little wretch," the teacher hissed, "I give the wind more power, slam them." They pointed their finger at you and suddenly you were swept off your feet and thrown into a wall, the air being stolen from you as you dropped to the ground.

The other students all cowered in their seats and you collapsed. The teacher pointed again, the wind picking you up and slamming you against the wall again, pinning you. You grimaced as you struggled to breathe against the constant pressure on your ribs.

You couldn't speak. You couldn't lift your hand. If you were any other student, you'd have no chance to defend yourself and the teacher didn't let up on their spell. You would have passed out but luckily you didn't need to point or speak.

You closed your eyes and reached out to the ambient magic, reaching for your own mana too to ensure the spell took affect. The teacher passed out and the wind stopped, dropping you on the ground again.

You might have passed out for a second because you didn't remember anyone near you earlier but now a couple students were hovering over you as darkness cleared from your vision. Their muffled voices started to clear in your ears and you understood them.

"Hey, farm boy, you good?" One asked.

You blinked, "this school needs to be shut down."

"Ha, you're alive. Can you like, release you're spell because uh..." they looked up at the bully who was now near inconsolable, tears streaming down their face as they struggled to breathe in their panic.

You rolled over, struggling to stand as one student helped you up. You stumbled over to the bully who was aware enough to notice you and hissed, "let me go."

"Repeat after me," you said.

"Screw you!"

"My arms are not frozen." You said.

"W-what?"

"Say it."

"My a-armsss a-re not f-f-frozen," they practically sobbed.

"My legs are not frozen." You said.

"M-my-" they broke into more sobbing and shaking, "my legs are not frozen."

"Now look at me," you said and they blinked up at your through tears and snot dripping down their face. "See me? Farm boy? My spell isn't strong enough to hold you still. You're far stronger than that. You believe me?"

"I can't- I can't move," they sobbed more.

"You can. It's just a trick of the light. You're not actually stone. Now repeat. My arms are not frozen, my legs are not frozen."

"My arms are not frozen..."

"Louder, get angry at me for even thinking I could try to freeze you." The bully cried more but noticed when you put a hand on their arm, able to feel it. "Come on, like you mean it. Really believe it, I'm just tricking you right now, you can move."

"I can move." The bully said, still sniffly.

"There we go. Again."

"I can move," the bully said a little louder.

"That's it. One more time, come grab me." You stepped back so they'd have to step forward to grab you.

"I can move!" The bully reached out to grab you, breaking the spell and making the stone drop from their arms and legs. Once free, they dropped to the ground, dragging your unstable body down with them. They hid their face in your chest as they continued to sob. "Don't do that again, never do that again," they muttered mindlessly.

"Understood." You said, eyes growing tired as you looked over at the teacher who was now out cold. You looked up at your other classmates. "So, free class?"

You are a poor child going to a popular magic school at your mentors insistence, telling you to “broaden your horizon.” But when you get there you realise everyone is doing magic differently to what your mentor taught. They use silly chants and carry big ugly books around.

[tadpole-apocalypse]

Karlach had a good time at Grymforge!

[dapper-lil-arts]

MOM FIGHTS

[desolationlesbian]

still the funniest plot point in all of pmmm that Homura Akemi is a 14 year old magical girl who realized that her sparkly transformation sequence did not come with a cutesy custom weapon like everyone else's so she just went online and googled "how to build a bomb"

[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

[corseque]

I wanted to collect all my posts about the Magic: the Gathering card that's coming out for Emet-Selch here on Tumblr for posterity

The card is written in such a lore-consistent way that it contains what I would consider to be spoilers for the story, so don't read the card until you've played the game FFXIV if you plan to play the game if you want to remain completely unspoiled.

[cosmicredcadet]

"Why is all aspec representation in media AROACE rep?" and is the aroace rep in the room with us right now?

[eskiworks]

Art fight revenge for Tempus Obscura, of their ocean wolf character Priyartha! This design was such a beautiful open concept that was too artistically delicious to ignore.

Posted using PostyBirb

[faramirsonofgondor]

AU where Boromir survives but literally nothing changes because they all think he’s dead and he’s still recovering and by the time he’s actually okay again everything important is already over. Like lowkey imagine how fucking funny it would be if during the one scene where Frodo wakes up after destroying the ring and everyone is coming in, Boromir just walks in nervously and Frodo, who is trying to distract from the fact that he very clearly does not know Legolas’ name, pretends to pass out. Everyone is just like “oh dear!”, Sam goes into overprotective mode (“I told you it was a bad idea Mr. Gandalf!”) Aragorn is trying to reassure Boromir that it’s not his fault and that everything will be fine, Merry and Pippin are trying to comfort each other, Gimli and Legolas are just standing awkwardly in the corner because they know nothing about hobbit biology and what normal reactions are for this sort of thing. Gandalf is the only one who knows Frodo is faking it but he says nothing because Gandalf loves drama and being a bitch. Eventually they’re all ushered out to give Frodo more rest, except for Gandalf, who insists on staying to watch over him. After everyone is gone Gandalf tells him he can open eyes, and the first question out of Frodo’s mouth is very much not about Boromir’s miraculous return, or the state of the world, or about what happens to him now, but rather “Gandalf, what the fuck is the elf’s name?”

[amirmeavid]

One of the funniest things about merlin fanfic is when they write magical fight scenes and its so fucking difficult to do because merlin doesn't fight in a normal way.

Like with other fandoms there's like a technique. Like there are spells to cast, techniques to use, difficulties and simple approaches. But merlin doesn't subscribe to any of that.

Like this is basically a god with the skill of a toddler.

He just tanks shit.

He doesn't even know that many spells. Like his opponents are doing all this magical techniques and hand-wavey stuff and he just... stands there. Like maybe he stumbles back sometimes, but most of the time he just takes it.

Like his opponents will be doing the magical equivalent of tornado kicks, flips, and somersaults and then he gets like a papercut. Then he lopsidedly punches with the worst form ever seen and his opponent gets flung back 200m.

He's the singular most annoying person to ever have to fight, cause you're out here pulling out your best moves, then he flicks you on the forehead and you die.

EDIT: IF YOU HAVE READ THIS FAR YOU OWE ME A BOOP. BY LAW. I EARNED IT.

EDIT2: You may comment the word instead, however it is no longer legally required.

[starcurtain]

From a Mydei lover standpoint, I'm devastated to see my beloved son fighting for every second of his life.

But from the extremely pedantic lore-nerd standpoint... This lightcone is hilarious because:

It implies that nine-year-old Mydei managed to not only find clothing and armor that would fit a child just conveniently floating around in the Sea of Souls, but that he also felt like jewelry was a necessity in his life, despite having (if we approach this logically) neither any social context for jewelry wearing nor jewelry having any practical application for someone fighting daily to survive. You can't slay without slaying, I guess.

This lightcone also implies that Mydei picked an outfit at nine-years-old and never changed his fashion choices again in his entire life. Bro really said, "This outfit slaps; I'm set for good." He's literally is still wearing the exact same style as he was rocking as a homeless refugee of the abyss; I can FEEL Aglaea internally screaming.

(Yes, realistically I can guess that the artist just didn't know what else to put Mydei in and defaulted to his current outfit for reference but ssshhhhh, let me have something to laugh about right now...)