#antimag

[justaz]

semi-dark king merlin au, someone from ealdor tells king cenred about merlin and he is captured and held as a slave in essetir. since merlin despises captivity and servitude, he’d rather be dead and free than alive and in chains so he acts out and pisses people (especially the king) off so they’ll think him too much trouble and kill him. at first they stick to beatings until merlin manages to get his chains around a few necks and now has a body count so they kill him…..only he wakes back up a few hours later and king cenred is Intrigued and keeps him close. merlin keeps acting out but no matter how many times they kill him, he won’t stay dead. merlin has this moment after waking up perfectly fine after his twenty seventh death where he is hopeless and believes there to be no escape, not even thru death. a few other sorcerers in chains come and help him clean up and give him a lil peptalk, realizing him to be emrys, and then they revolt and take over the kingdom and crown merlin as king and now uther is like “wtf” bc his neighboring kingdom who was kinda sorta on his wavelength about sorcery, though uther did not approve of keeping them alive, is now a kingdom ruled by magic. he goes to war with them but with magic running free and fucking emrys on the throne, they don’t make a lot of headway. anyways merthur meet on the battlefield, enemies to lovers, you get it

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last line tag

i have a bunch of these saved up from @oh-no-another-idea @thegreatobsesso @reneesbooks @viscerawrites and @indecentpause, so here’s a tasty chunk from the end of chapter six of Awakened Witch, because i have, as mentioned, finally locked the boys in a room~

(additional context: the bars are solid bone, there’s no door or keyhole, and the room has one tiny slit window so there’s barely any light either. Sorrow has been kicking the bars for a while but it’s accomplished exactly nothing. vren's feeling claustrophobic because his ring of shadow teleporting isn't working, leaving him with no way out at all for the first time properly in literal decades)

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“Those bars aren’t going to break. She’s got more magic than us, and somehow she’s taken what we did have,” Vren said. He turned fully from the window, leaning heavily against the wall. “Most of which was mine,” Sorrow said. He touched the bracelets on his arms, mouth a thin line. There still weren’t as many there as there had been before they’d faced down Cidra. “Tell me, did she steal your magic, or just the power of whatever trinket it is that provides it?” Vren carefully didn’t touch his ring. “All that matters is it doesn’t work.” “But if it’s a trinket,” Sorrow said, slowly, as if talking to a particularly stupid child, “you could hold it out of the window and beyond her influence, and then perhaps it might work.” “If it was a trinket, I would already have tried that,” Vren said, for he had, and it had done nothing. “And I wouldn’t still be here listening to you.” “You’d leave me behind, little ghost?” Sorrow pressed a hand to his chest. “After all I’ve done for you? I’m sorely wounded.” Vren shoved away from the wall and slammed Sorrow into the cell bars, one arm hard across his throat, the other on the hilt of his knife. “Call me that one more time—” “And what? Will you kill me if I do, little ghost?” Sorrow retorted, exaggerating the petty nickname as much as was physically possible. They were so close Vren could feel the exhale of the syllables on his face, and the claustrophobia snarled into anger, and his hand tensed around the knife hilt and he pictured slamming it up beneath Sorrow’s ribs, a slower death than he usually granted, blood and pain and a body rotting across from him for hours or days or weeks until the lich came to play with her captive pets. He dropped his arm and stepped away. Sorrow rubbed at his neck. “Sensible of you—our undead friend would only bring me back, and then you’d have to kill me all over again.” “Shut up.”

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no-pressure tagging @talesofsorrowandofruin @pens-swords-stuff @jmhwritesstuff and @the-inkwell-variable

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@at-thezenith @morganwriteblr @fayeiswriting @serenanymph

@sam-glade @viscerawrites @thegreatobsesso @flower-reads @the-inkwell-variable (ask to be +/-)

[stickyvoidpaper]

I truly think Jason, while underage goes to the oblivion bar to get shitfaced when he knows Bruce is tracking him. I wish magic boy was shown to be more magic.

ignore the background idk what I'm going. I do know that Bobo is going to fucking destroy everyone at that table.

[volvolts]

Belos watches season 1 of Arcane and immediately becomes a Jinx stan/apologist and Caitlyn's #1 hater

yeah definitely. he would definitely see himself in Powder, just a kid who didn't know any better but wanted to try her best to disastrous results. he would completely be behind her for the murders too lol. i feel he would despise Cait but like, for "taking away" Vi from Jinx ya know?

he would be really divided on his feelings for Vi for sure. subconsciously seeing himself and Caleb in Vi and Powder. the narrative of season 1 arcane also focuses on Vi so he might end up seeing her side. an older sibling who wants to protect their younger sibling but is pulled in all directions with their sibling and their other relationships, barely allowed to think about themselves because they must put others first (that sounds familiar). i think Belos would finally understand what Caleb might have gone through though he would be unable to face the fact that he hurt Caleb by forcing him to pick a side and then ultimately choosing for him

also season 2, belos would be rooting for a reconciliation between Vi and Jinx (projecting much?) and would be devastated that the apparent conclusion was "Jinx is now too much for Vi and should just go away so Vi finally can be happy without her"

long story short probably don't put this man in front of a movie or show that has an emphasis on family

[feniksido]

Sigh. Something something i love gay people caption etc

[inevitablyuncertain]

i would say 'you know the session's getting complicated when the pythagorean theorem comes out' but that happens pretty regularly with this group.

that being said, dnd battlemaps do not comfortably accommodate three dimensions.

[jelzorz]

176.

Soren has a dragon that he's had since he was three.

It's one of the few genuinely happy memories he has from his childhood. Most days he struggles to remember any at all—so much of it was posturing and conflict and useless efforts to win his father's pride. It was not the simplest childhood, certainly not the happiest, but Rexy is still in his quarters, and when Soren looks at him, he thinks of games and laughter and the warmth of his mother's arms against the winter cold.

He's still pretty fond of him, even now. He's dusty and old and beat to shit, his left eye loose, his dye faded, and Soren's not going to pretend he doesn't pull him down sometimes to defend him from invisible armies (a perfectly normal twenty-eight year old thing to do, thank you), but Rexy's definitely seen better days too, and Soren thinks of the twins that are supposed to be arriving any day now and thinks it might be time for a little bit of a makeover before Rexy goes back into the fray.

"That's so sweet," chuckles Callum, as he examines the loose stitching at Rexy's ear. "But I gotta be honest, Soren, I dunno that he's gonna make it even if I do fix him. Kids can be really rough."

Soren doesn't doubt it. Callum and Rayla's little girl is barely eighteen months old and she's a terror to anything in the castle smaller than her. "I still think it's worth trying," he says. "If he goes down, he'll go down in battle, and there's no nobler end for a toy."

"True," snorts Callum. He fiddles Rexy's loose eye and tugs it free. Soren tries not to wince. "You've had him forever though. I know he means a lot to you. Are you sure you wanna let your soon-to-be kids tear him up?"

"Mm." Soren shrugs, a little sentimental, a little heartbroken, but resolute all the same. "I don't really have anything else to pass on," he says quietly. "I've been thinking about it for ages, and I—" He huffs. "I just think that Rexy'll watch over them the same way he watched over me. Does that make sense?"

Callum laughs good naturedly and nudges his arm. "Yeah," he says. "I get it." He glances at Soren from the corner of his eye then, and Soren can feel the way Callum studies him, his mentality, his readiness to be a dad. "Are you okay?"

"Mm," says Soren again. This time he shifts uncomfortably, because the thought is terrifying almost more than it is exciting. "I just want to be a better dad than mine was."

Callum smiles and pats his arm. "You've got nothing to worry about there, bud. You're going to be just fine."

"Big assumption," snorts Soren.

"Call it more of an observation," says Callum. "You've done the work. You're always doing the work. That's half the job right there. The rest is just love. Isn't that right, Rexy?"

He raises Rexy then and pitches his voice up an octave. "Don't worry, Soren, I'll keep you in line."

"Good gods."

"Get used to it, man, funny voices are like ten percent of the job."

Soren swats at him, and Callum dodges it only to almost fall out of his chair. "So you'll fix him?"

"I'll do my best," says Callum with a chuckle. Then, more genuinely, he adds, "You're nothing like your dad, Soren. You're going to be fine. Rexy will make sure of it."

Soren barks out a laugh. "I'm sure he will."

(And he does).

[delinquentbookworm]

in retrospect, kinda funny to put rust monsters in that fight when almost every weapon the Bad Kids have is magic in some way

[aroacettorney]

tbh i wish aup had more reps for characters who achieve greatness purely through hard work and effort. the emphasis on genius/being special is mayhaps way too much to the point that it feels kinda damn depressing for those who aint born as one.

[maidot]

happy new year uwu

2024 ya empezó >:U

[nickmurdok]

BIGGEST ANTIMAGE FAN SINCE 2016 i love me some silly dota men

[laklisha]

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nine sentences tag

tagge by @chauceryfairytales, thank you! here’s nine from chapter 3 of Awakened Witch. Grisaille is proving fun to write. love this horrid little lich woman

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Grisaille did not much miss colour, though she sometimes missed the practicality of its existence. Learning to tell every shade of grey apart—and to which colour it corresponded—had taken hours that would have been better spent on more productive endeavours. Nevertheless, it was knowledge she was glad to have, if only for the fact that she had it. One more thing she knew that others did not. Colour still existed, though, in parts of the world beyond her influence. All of it tinged red through the blood in her scrying bowl, yet so very bright it almost hurt her eyes to behold it. A part of her wondered if such ocular pain was another of magic’s petty lashings out, for surely simple pigment ought not to be so tediously hurtful. She straightened up from the bowl, rubbing at the ache in her eye sockets. The substance of her eyes was long gone, her skin stretched thin over bone, and yet this pain.

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no-pressure tagging @reininginthefirewriting @talesofsorrowandofruin @loopyhoopywrites and @talesfromaurea

Valloroth taglist: @cherrybombfangirlwrites @reininginthefirewriting @memento-morri-writes @foxboyclit @lawful-evil-novelist

@at-thezenith @morganwriteblr @fayeiswriting @serenanymph

@sam-glade @viscerawrites @thegreatobsesso @flower-reads @the-inkwell-variable (ask to be +/-)

[fridka]

Dota

Why of all my dota posts is this one getting attention, guys please believe me when I say I can draw better than this

[monlerfu]

I’m posting a continuation to previous posts✨

[voidcat]

Thinking about getting Noxus first as teased by Swain’s crow appearing in a scene briefly…. Oooh the drama about to be crazy