#magic fantasy besties

[ennablue]

They are besties and no one is going to change my mind

There is no better friendship than that between a boy cat and an immortal spirit who is the protector of our favorite gays i mean, guys.

[lucky-clover-gazette]

something something commodification of adolescent nostalgia packaging the timeless joy of self-insert fictional escapism into a soulless $60 product

[myreia]

✦ M A C H I N I S T

The pistol lies in her lap, igniting memories of friends and warmth hearths on cold nights. It has been some time since she has wielded a weapon like this, but whenever she picks it up, fondness stirs in her heart. She is grateful to Hilda and Stephanivien for teaching her all they knew, allowing her the space to experiment and to grow in a time when she felt stifled and controlled. She should tell them as much, the next time she returns to Ishgard. They know. She knows they know. But she needs to say it anyway. —level 90 compendium

[rooolt]

honestly, the last stand is a lot more appealing than actual high school standardized tests because at least it’s kinda fun and you get to do it with your besties

[thebloodmoon-chaos-house]

Amnesiac, the angriest scowl in their face: IF A SINGLE ONE OF YOU BITCHES SO MUCH AS LOOKS AT BLOODY HARVEST WITH THE SLIGHTEST OF CONTEMPT I WILL PERSONALLY DUMP A GALLON OF GLITTER DOWN YOUR THROAT UNDERSTOOD?!

Swap, Keeper, Glitch, Living, Overlords, Magic, and Fantasy, all huddled in the corner: yes sir

[pearlypairings]

Chrissy wakes again still in the woods: she feeds herself, meets a new friend sent to check on her, and finally spends some time alone with the mage she's been seeking for answers. And he's just as mesmerizing as the first time they met in the market place....

|| eddie x chrissy || fantasy-nobility au || ch 8 wc-3.9k

Read here....

[pixxyofice]

"I, uh... I think robots are a cool trope in media, I guess? I like fantasy a bit more though..."

(Yes they do think robots are neat LMAO)

[sensenotsense]

funky lil lesbians

[cassie-thorne]

I love kindred.

[vveakfish]

i finished the book i was reading at work today and now idk what to do…

[anonyunknownonearth]

<3333333333333333

♡♡ you can still reblog and claim your wish even if the poll has expired by the time it reaches your dashboard — there’s no expiration date for the magic ♡♡

[nobodyssoldier]

+1 RESERVATION ADDED: remus lupin for jordan.

[bigbossmaker]

Fighter's Class Upgrade gave him a crown/tiara thingy that was supposed to look like horns. So in the SWAP AU, they obviously made fun of him looking like a princess.

The superbuddies are aboutta kick someone's ass in this pic. And then Black Mage'll probably say something stupid leading to Fighter punching him. It's okay, he makes squeaky toy noises!

SWAP Vs Kary, but it looks cool? (It obviously wouldn't be as cool lookin', but I wanted to draw this.

Hubby was into Deadplate so I doodled this-

[unhallowedfm]

THE FOLLOWING APPLICATIONS HAVE BEEN RECEIVED: black semi canon (olivia cooke), hannah longbottom (katheryn winnick), and a davies semi canon (davika hoorne).

[mortemhq]

THE FOLLOWING APPLICATIONS AND RESERVATIONS HAVE BEEN RECEIVED: applications for a rowle semi canon (maddie phillips) and a rowle semi canon (margot robbie) and a reservation for lorcan scamander (archie renaux). remember, reservations last for forty-eight hours unless an extension is requested.

[stingslikeabee]

"Life is pain. Anyone who says differently is selling something." ( from ana sfdgdh )

fantasy magic & romance sentence quotes . accepting

The ability to freely roam Whitewyrm Castle was something that would have been impossible for the noblewoman once - despite not being born a commoner, the daughter of one of the minor houses serving the Fairhalls would never have entertained notions of marrying so beyond her station. The lady Lilian would have counted herself fortunate with a mere visit to the Sanbrequois seat of power, if she ever managed to get that far.

But Melissa, the courtesan, enjoyed relative autonomy within such pristine walls and luxurious rooms, knowing the pathway from the gates to the inner chambers of the emperor like the back of her hand. Such was fate - and decidedly not one she would have willingly chosen for herself. While the brunette had adapted and evolved, not unlike a flower that bended rather then breaking, it didn't turn the palace warmer or into an inviting location, no matter what her honeyed voice and the excited laughter from the emperor's private room could suggest to a curious eavesdropper.

The rhythm of her steps was momentarily altered when the figure of the empress emerged from the other end of the same hallway. Now - Melissa was not ashamed of her presence there when she was but a guest, and coming to the castle only at Sylvestre's will. But the unwavering gaze of his wife - and the courtesan's former duchess, too - always had the younger woman feeling like a chill was seeping into her bones. Anabella's beauty was as famous as her cruelty - and they couldn't have more opposing views of the world even if they did happen to share a nationality and the bed of the current emperor.

Upon the other woman's approach, Melissa stopped and waited, offering Anabella a polite courtesy that would be expected of someone like her. It didn't matter that the brunette dressed richly and ostensibly showcased the colors of a country long burned to ashes by the very same empress who now looked at her with palpable disdain - Anabella didn't see in Melissa a kindred spirit and the courtesan did not want her pity either.

But the smile on the younger woman's face was her weapon and armor - the ability to offer those who hired her the illusion of romance, comfort and intimacy. Even if Melissa didn't feel these things inside, her clients did - and that was what mattered for the coin to trade hands and provide for her well-being. But such honeyed techniques did not work on the empress - and she inhaled before casting the courtesan an even colder look.

"Life is pain. Anyone who says differently is selling something," Anabella said with certainty, and Melissa only dared raise her head and look at the blonde woman after a few seconds which should have been enough to convey respect - from a 'common whore' to her betters, or so Anabella undoubtedly thought. The courtesan, however, only had a smaller curve to painted lips - and a nod in understanding followed.

"Your imperial majesty speaks the truth, of course," Melissa bowed, then picked up the fabric of her skirts with mastered ease, "I am just fortunate to have so many generous patrons willing to chase illusions of fleeting happiness," the words poured out with a respectful tone, but they contained a veiled commentary - even the emperor needed these lies; no one was seemingly out of reach of these foolish quests for the impossible and for whatever 'happiness' meant to them.

"I bid you a pleasant day, your imperial majesty. May the firebird's flame burn forevermore."