#Mundane Before the Magical

[sysig]

Blood sugar levels (Patreon)

[v7n5]

I would like looking up at the stars more if they were as beautiful as they're claimed to be.

Of course I have to come up with unlikely scenarios in celebration of holidays that have already passed. What else is there to do?

After all, why shouldn't I make guys who have familial issues become each other's family.

Anyways, happy year of the snake 🐍

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[travelingthief]

“What does it mean if an owl swoops down in front of me? Is it a sign?”

Bro it means you need to fuckin RUN and get out of her territory.

[ratatatastic]

do you write fic on ao3?

unfortunately for everyone involved i do!

[shouldhavestayedawayfromhere]

Maturing is realizing that a lot of the stuff people call "spiritual awakening" is just maturing.

If you're under the age of 25, like me, your frontal lobe is not yet fully developed and you will face a bunch of small and big aha moments that might seem like a fucking epiphany to you. I know some days you make a realization and you feel like fuckin' Buddha himself, but I promise it's just your brain growing up.

If you found spirituality during puberty, you'll easily be led to assume that your mental development are steps of your spiritual journey. Which isn't really wrong, as each part of your development is always as much physical as spiritual, but before jumping to conclusions about awakenings, aliens reaching out to you or breaking the matrix and being chased by the space government—

Please consider that your brain might just be doing it's thing. You're maturing. It's okay.

[crazycatsiren]

There are things that just can never be spiritually explained away.

Bad things happen to good people. Human beings hurt one another and other beings on earth. There are simply no purposes and no justifications, nothing "cosmic" about any of it. It's the reality of this world of ours.

[the-fox-jawed-witch]

Controversial Opinion, Witchcraft Editition

I'm begging yall, please, please, please eliminate mundane explanations in your craft before assuming that it's magical.

Once all mundane explanations have been debunked or eliminated, then it could be classified as magical.

[whump-in-the-closet]

The Scarred Among the Mundane.

cw: yet another failed escape attempt, discussion of death, captivity, elf whumpee, but otherwise pretty tame in all, let me know if I missed anything

previous. masterlist. next

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Steel shackles on his wrists and ankles. Deep shadows under his eyes, the price of sleepless nights and nightmare-wracked days. There’s an ache in Finn’s throat where there used to be sarcasm.

Finn shuffles forwards, into the sunlit courtyard. He looks up and the gold pools across his face and arms, embracing him like an old friend. His breath catches in his throat and stays there. Still staring at the brilliant-blue sky, he wraps chained arms around himself. 

One slow step after another. 

There’s sunlight, and its beautiful. It falls on the deep green of the waving trees behind the walls of the fortress. He eyes the tree line with longing. 

“Finn,” says Verne behind him. 

He flinches. 

“You wouldn’t make it.” 

Finn glances at her, red hair aflame. Then at the skeleton–ghostly pale and eyes empty, he shudders.

“I know,” he says. He takes another step forward. Then another. He can’t look away from those green trees and the gold on their leaves. 

Finn is running before he fully realises it. 

Even chained, he’s faster than any human, skeleton or not. 

Even after weeks in that cell, freedom, dancing on the tops of the trees, seems merely a hansbreadth away.

He runs, heart in his throat.

He runs, and its a mistake.

He doesn’t make it as far as the wall. Verne stops him with a hand gesture. A raised finger. His whole body jerks out of control, frozen under Verne’s spell. 

Finn hates her. He stares at the trees and burning sunlight and thinks about how much he hates her. 

The wind laughs against his face, gentle at first but slowly turning bitter. Stinging. Whipping his braids around his face and making him flinch.

In the background, he can hear Verne cursing to herself. The words become clearer as she approaches. “Why would you do that?” She whirls on him, blood dripping from her nose. She licks it away. 

Scarlet-red blood.

Scarlet-red rage. 

She slaps Finn. Hard. 

He can’t feel it– body detached from mind. Oh, how he hates her. 

“Why would you do that?” she repeats. 

Finn can think of a hundred reasons why he wants to leave. You’re stupid stupid stupid– 

“It doesn’t matter now.” Verne sighs. “And the Monarch will be pleased with the progress. If I leave this escapade out of the report, will you behave?” 

If Finn could roll his eyes, he would. 

“Very well then. It’s not like you care about the report.” 

I don’t. 

The skeleton drags him back inside the fortress.

Cold. Wet. Dark. 

No fire. 

Ever. 

Finn’s mind floats on the wind, the feeling of sunlight still warm. Still kind. He misses it already. Behind his eyes, Finn watches the flames dance. One day, he’ll set this place ablaze. 

Back in the cell, Finn crumples, chained hands between chained legs. 

Verne stands behind him. She rests a hand on his shoulder. “You hate me.” 

Finn shrugs her hand off. The answer should be obvious. 

“I do what I must, Finn.”

The only thing stronger than the despair is the hatred. Burning brighter than the flames. “You do it very well.” 

“Fine,” Verne spits out. “Maybe I enjoy knowing that the lives lost because of you now rest in peace.” 

Finn laughs hoarsely. “This is your idea of justice, necromancer?” He tilts his back and laughs again. Shaking sobs that fade to sobs. He rolls away from Verne, pulling his arms up to hide his face.

“It was either this or a hangman’s noose.”

Finn covers his ears, chains rattling at the slight movement. 

But Verne pushes on. “Are you really saying death is preferable?” 

A deep cold settles around him. It seeps into his bones and refuses to leave. It whispers yes. 

“I’m not sorry for what I do.” Verne’s voice drops to a bat-pitched whisper. “I’m sorry it has to be you, though.” 

It’s a lie and they both know it. 

tagging: @kira-the-whump-enthusiast @sunshiline-writes

[randomnameless]

#Willy smut was written by the masses who ignored how manipulated he was! House Hresvelg is 100% human!!! I headcannon (in a comedic way) that it is Agarthan proganda. Thales after taking over Adrestia‚ comb through his diaries and discovers it has no secrets to exploit. Mostly boring things that happenned‚ something related to Seiros‚ something related to Seiros in a graphic "Please go back to writing anything else" way‚ and about Lycaon (and his relatives). Thales burns them and swears that no one can learn that he lost to someone who would rather write down smut than anything he considers important. And thus the "Willy" who sat back as Seiros puppets the continent was born (and also totally had a hard time fighting some pale guys that mysteriously show up‚ but "his words not mine" - Thales)! Also to play off your 120 children headcannon‚ Willy (way before Lycaon was a pincushion) said to remember him not as an emperor but a lover.

10k years of lore being what they are, the "poor dumb willy was manipulated by the evil lizard lady" could be Agarthan propaganda... or propaganda coming from the hresvelg themselves lol

Poor Thales having to read through pages and pages of "theological" discussions ("Seiros said the Goddess created her children in the image she took to resemble humans, but Cichol doesn't have big bazongas? Or he hides them using a transformation magic? Will Cethleann grow big bazongas too or not?") decided to take revenge against the Hresvelgs and swore to bring their demise.

After all, their line was founded by a beast who was much closer to a clown, and who willingly mated with an abomination and kept on writing about this sin, and the resulting monstruosity born from their fornication!

(infiltrating early Adrestian society where every human was horny about the saints was a challenge, even after their departure he couldn't escape the horny Macuil poems or graphic theatrical representations of "Saint Cichol's Holy Spear and the Blessed Maiden").

Willy thus became a moron - it wasn't difficult to convince his descendants since they resented the evil lizard lady who kept on calling him the "greatest" (what about them???) and, after the barbarian rebellion, it was even easier to instill hate and resentment towards the evil lizard lady and her viles who manipulated poor dumb willy (tm).

Sadly when Thales tried to slander even more Willy's memory by saying he was an inconsiderate horndog, Adrestian Emperors saw nothing wrong with that, and tried to hide this "achievement" to make sure no bastard would knock at their door to ask for the throne, and also, because "measuring one's worth based on their virility is something those barbarians do not us enlightened Enbarrites", even if some "romance novels" started to spread around 580 all around Fodlan about "Great Emperor Wilhelm" that were written by an anonymous author who was apparently so famous and popular that that author's style was well imitated and copied through the ages, until 20 years ago where people imitating the first novelist basically stopped writing about him.

they still kept on having several concubines for some reason that is totally unrelated to any competition they could have with their stupid ancestor.

[merlinemrys]

was typing up a looooong post about a funny magic reveal with mergwenthur until i realised that i’m literally a writer i could write this

[that--witchling]

Me: *sees that for some reason both my neighbours have like five dandelions in their garden but for some reason my garden has more than thirty.*

Me: huh.. Cool

Tumblr: *random flooding of my dash with House MD posts even though I don't follow the tag and it hasn't been reblogged by anyone I follow.*

A small part of me: is this a sign?!

[lesless]

Add some whimsy to your day! It's not, "I've made my morning coffee" it is, "In the dawn, I have crafted an exquisite elixir made of three parts, all from distant lands. A sweet grass has been crushed and crystalized, a mother cow has lent me some milk, and the seeds of a supple fruit have been roasted and ground. I add to this boiled water, & feel invigorated by the potion!"

[rabbit-of-mugenri]

Umm, mind if i ask Got anything about Clause?

Tumblr deleted my original answer to this ask ;_;

Anyway! Clause is rich. Or at least was, in the outside world. It's why Aoji was talking about wanting a big house when facing Clause; their mansion was just obnoxiously huge.

All's not well with Clause, however.

"Clause" was a sickly child. No one could figure out what exactly was wrong with them, not even the top doctors in the country. The [REDACTED] family could afford the tremendous cost, at any rate. Only the best for their only child.

The location and size of the mansion was decided in part to help alleviate "Clause's" sickness. To get away from the smog of the city, the mansion was built in the countryside. So that "Clause" wouldn't feel confined when they were forbidden to leave during pollen season, many large and spacious rooms were built.

As for "Clause" themselves? They hated it.

When they were young, "Clause" was rather shy and meek. But they made a promise to themselves; once they got over this illness, they would become the outgoing person they were meant to be.

Years past, and they still find themselves in bed with a breathing tube.

So they began to go the other way, and lie to themselves. The only child of the [REDACTED] family was some sickly loser. They weren't that child anymore.

No, they were now Wilhelm von Clausewitz Halcyon HISUIMARU! And they will be powerful!

If anything, being spirited away to Mugenri was the best thing to have happened to them. Sure, they were dirt poor, and their were indeed times where they missed the luxuries they took for granted. But they were free.

[hollyand-writes]

Am I playing Dragon Age: Origins for “A Chance Engagement” fic research, or am I procrastinating horribly from returning to that Regency AU Carver/Merrill longfic because I’m scared of fucking it up, you tell me 😂 

Anyway, in all seriousness, I *was* playing DA:O for fic research – Chapter 57 has been half-written for ages until I remembered I was sending Merrill on a trip around Ferelden and Lothering and didn’t remember what Ferelden looked like 😂 but since I should have to fight the Broodmother soon, I’m not sure I particularly need *this* particular bit of DA:O for my fic research 😂😂😂

[witchcraft-system]

Can't believe I had to explain to someone that the reason why their orange rotted isn't because "they did magnetism wrong" but because they bought the orange at least 15 days ago...

[devildevotee]

writes a post about crows

many birds accumulate outside my window

okay