#magic mishap

[syr-monthly]

Sweet, Bloody February: Entry #3

Sweet, sweet magic mishap.

@quackquackcey blessed us with this steamy sweetness that will have you begging for more. (Me, I'm begging for more.)

"Stiles finally gets together with the man of his dreams.."

@jojorice also did the art for this fic that is so friggin' cute! I can't wait to see more Sterek work from her!

Read it here: Lava Cakes & Molten Chocolates

[yourenotreadyforus]

( magic ) : injured as result of a spell. either enemy’s or their own malfunctioning 

For the thruple. (Bel/Ekal and Ash)

(it says injury but we came up with something better)

"What? Say that again?" Belial stared at the doctor as she went over the ultrasound once more.

"She's going to have four babies, quadruplets. Don't see that too often even with you demon folk." He writes some notes on a chart with a long pen with small crystals down the side. "Congrats to you three." @scarred-by-monsters

[chickenpeep77]

Magic use scenario: Its cold so you have the idea to use fire magic to warm up the toilet seat and now you have to explain to the Wal-Mart employee why their restroom is on fire

[into-fiction]

something short and ridiculous just for fun. inspired by an idea from @tweenlove-n-hate

also posted on ao3!

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Listen- Galinda isn’t actually sure how it happens, she swears. All she knows is one minute, Elphaba is there, she is standing in the room as Galinda closes her eyes and clenches her toes and waves that stupid, silly training wand through the air. 

One minute, Elphaba is there. The next, there is nothing but the plant. 

Yes. That’s right. A plant. A small, potted plant, of indiscernible species, rich green in color and with four skinny, slightly pointy leaves sticking out of the dirt. 

Galinda gapes at it, looking around as though waiting for Elphaba to jump out and say “gotcha!” She never does. Heart pounding, panic rising, Galinda steps up to the little pot. She leans down so her face is level with its leaves. 

“Elphie?” she whispers. 

The plant does not answer her, but she swears she sees a leaf wave. Fuck. 

She needs to get Fiyero. 

***

“What do you mean you don’t know?” 

“I mean I don’t know, Fiyero! One second Elphaba was here, and the next- poof! She’s gone! And that is sitting in her place!” 

Fiyero groans, rubbing at his temples. “You turned your roommate into a plant.” 

“I didn’t mean to!” Galinda wails. She’s been going crazy all morning, apologizing to the little plant, moving it into the sun, taking it out of the sun when she worried that would burn it. 

“I don’t know how to take care of a plant, Fiyero, help me!” 

“Oh, well, here’s a thought, how about turning her back into a person!” 

“I’ve tried that!” 

“What about Morrible?”

“Morrible? Madame Morrible? She would kill me!” 

“Well- you may have killed Elphaba!”

“I didn’t kill her- she’s right there!”

“As a PLANT!”

The conversation continues in that vein, none of which is all that helpful. Fiyero eventually leaves, saying he’ll see if he can find anyone who knows more than them about plant care. To care. For the plant. Which is also, possibly, maybe, probably, her friend. 

Galinda has owned exactly one plant in her life. It was a cactus. And it died. 

She may or may not be freaking out. 

***

Taking care of plant-Elphie is stressful. 

She needs water but not too much. Sun, but not too much. The room has to be warm, but not too warm. 

Galinda keeps moving the pot around, trying to find the place where it looks and feels the best. She watches closely for any signs, for the stems to wiggle or the leaves to wave. Something. 

“We have class soon, Elphie,” Galinda whispers. It’s been three hours. She’s already losing hair. 

“I know how much you hate to miss class.” Galinda sighs, tapping her nails on her chin in thought. She could just…bring Elphie with her. Surely, their professor wouldn’t mind. She’s quiet, non-disruptive. She can just sit on Galinda’s desk- that way she’ll still be able to listen to the lesson. 

“Okay, sounds like a plan!” 

Galinda continues to chatter to Elphie as she gets ready, frowning when she realizes that the little red pot Elphie is sitting in will clash with her uniform. “Hm.” Galinda doesn’t have time to wait for paint to dry and she has no other appropriately sized and colored pots on hand. 

Rustling around for her spellbook--cringing as she remembers what happened last time--Galinda flips to the bookmarked page for color changes. This is the first spell she ever mastered. Closing her eyes, she carefully casts the spell on the pot. 

Only the pot. 

She blinks one eye open cautiously, carefully, and beams when she sees it’s been a success. The little green plant now sits in a delightfully pink pot. “Perfect!” Galinda cries. She reaches over and pats a leaf gently with a single fingertip. “Pink goes so well with green.”

***

Galinda makes sure to bring Elphie to every class- her friends noting the green girl’s absence but accepting Galinda’s explanation with minimal raised eyebrows and questioning remarks. Galinda keeps a close eye on the pot, making sure it’s not too close to the edge of her desk where someone may bump into it and knock it off. 

In between classes, when usually she’d study with Elphaba, she instead takes some scrap pieces of cloth and stitches Elphie her own little bag, placing it carefully around the pot. She smiles, nodding sharply, and then turns back to her research on reversing spells. 

At lunch, she rocks back and forth on worried heels, eyeing the options and then eyeing the pot. “I don’t think plants eat food, Galinda,” Pfannee reminds her. “Just sun and water.”

“What about fertilizer?”

“Well, that’s to grow, right? How long do you expect Elphie to remain in there?”

He’s right. Galinda sighs. She was meant to go to the library later that day to try and find some new books to help her turn Elphie back. She’s a lovely plant, very pretty really, but Galinda would really rather have a human roommate. 

***

“It’s not working.” Galinda growls under her breath, resisting the urge to run her hands through her perfectly curled hair in frustration. She’s tried every reversal spell she can think of, and Elphie is still a plant. 

At this point- Galinda is going to have to give up and go to Madame Morrible for help. And then she’s really going to want to cry. 

“Oh, don’t be sad, Elphie. I promise I’ll figure it out.”

Galinda has now pinned a small pink bow to Elphie’s pot. Just to make her feel a little prettier. Her leaves were just a touch bland, not that Galinda would ever say anything. She’s not sure why Elphie isn’t a flowering plant. Elphie is much too beautiful to just be a handful of leaves. 

Galinda sighs, slumping down in her chair and reaching over to pull the pot to her chest, one arm wrapped securely around it. “I’ve got you,” she mumbles. “Don’t worry, Elphie. I’ll fix this.”

***

Galinda tries closing her eyes. She tries spinning around. She tries yelling and waving and leaping. She sticks her tongue out. She clenches her butt cheeks. She does just about every trick in the book, wand waving through the air, and she gets no closer to a human Elphie. 

It evening now, and Galinda had almost had a breakdown when she realized there’d be no sun. What if Elphie got cold? What if she got hungry? Plants ate sunlight, right? What if she starved to death overnight?!!

Galinda ends up calling the boys over, getting them to pore over books with her. Elphie sits carefully in front of the stack of books, a pen balanced across the top of her pot because Galinda didn’t want her feeling left out. 

“Anything?” Galinda asks, hours later. 

Both boys shake their heads sadly. Boq leans back on his hands, rolling his neck after hours spent bent over books. Galinda watches him anxiously. She’ll have to tell his girlfriend tomorrow if she still hasn’t fixed this. 

Nessarose deserved to know her sister is a plant. 

Actually. Speaking of--

“Where is Nessa?” she asks. 

Boq blinks at her. “She’s with her father today. He’s in town for something and wanted to meet up, so she’s not getting back until late tonight or early tomorrow morning.”

Oh, right. Elphaba had mentioned something about that. She hadn’t seemed very pleased her father was in town. 

Galinda goes back to her books, muttering spells to herself and glancing up occasionally to see if anything has changed. Elphie remains the same, skinny leaves shining in the lamplight. Eventually, Galinda knows they have to call it quits. 

She’ll need to confess everything in the morning. Dread pools in her stomach at the idea of facing Morrible. 

“Hey, Galinda, I think I figured out what kind of plant she is,” Fiyero calls out. He turns a gardening book around, tapping the page. “She’s an artichoke!” 

Galinda stares, horrified, for all of five seconds before she bursts into sobs. 

***

Perhaps it’s a cruel form of karma. The universe teaching her a lesson for being so very mean those first few weeks of school. 

Galinda shoos the boys out with tears still dripping off her cheeks, slamming the door shut and crossing the room to collapse in front of the little pot. She stares at it, sniffling loudly. 

“I’m so sorry, Elphie,” she says. “I didn’t mean to, I promise.”

Galinda checks how dry the soil is. She inspects the leaves for any spots or discoloration. She triple checks the thermometer telling her how warm the room is. And then, just in case, she wraps the pot in Elphaba’s favorite gray blanket and places it on her nightstand.

She sings to it as she goes about her nighttime routine, voice echoing through the room. Something soft and loving. Something sweet. And then, when there’s nothing else to do, she sits crosslegged on her bed with the pot in her lap, gazing forlornly at Elphie’s tiny leaves. 

The room feels a bit too big and empty with just her in it. She sniffles again, new tears crowding her eyes. She misses Elphaba, even if it’s really only been a single day. Even if she knows Elphie is right here, in her lap. 

It’s not the same. 

Galinda sucks in a shaky inhale. She blinks quickly, wiping at a stray tear with a knuckle. “Hey, Elphie?” she says quietly. “Can I tell you a secret?”

The plant doesn’t respond, but she really hopes its listening. 

“I really missed you today. We didn’t get to eat breakfast together. Or lunch. Or dinner. And we didn’t study after history. And we didn’t nap together after lunch. And we didn’t take a walk in the gardens before nightfall. And- And-” Galinda swallows hard, a real secret sitting behind her tongue. “And I really missed you.”

She had. It’s the truth. Even running around trying to figure this out all day, she kept turning to look for Elphaba. She kept reaching for Elphaba’s hand. She kept opening her mouth to tell her something or ask a question or seek reassurance. She hadn’t realized how important Elphaba had grown to her everyday life. 

How much Galinda needed her. 

Galinda brushes a fingertip down a soft leaf’s edge. “I need you, Elphie,” she whispers. “Please.”

Her eyes slide shut, her magic swells, and Galinda hopes and hopes and hopes. But when she opens her eyes, all she sees is the same four leaves, still and unmoving and unchanging. 

What if some spells are never reversible? 

Galinda places Elphie gently on her nightstand again, tucking her blanket around her. She has a cup of water waiting nearby in case Elphie is thirsty in the morning. She’s moved her nightstand so it’ll catch the sun’s first rays through the window. 

Lastly, Galinda reaches over and taps her finger gently against the edge of the pot, pulling on her magic and letting a wave of black coat the outer shell of the pot. After all- Elphie would hate to wear pink pajamas to bed. 

“Goodnight, Elphie,” Galinda whispers. “I love you.”

***

Sunlight wakes Galinda slowly, the blonde humming under her breath as she stretches languidly and cracks her jaw on a yawn. She blinks her eyes open, brow scrunching. Was she forgetting something? 

With a gasp, Galinda shoots up, looking over to her bedside table. Which. 

Is empty. 

Galinda screams. 

It echoes around the room, piercing and shrill, her foggy, freshly-woken mind flooded with panic. She’s still screaming when Elphaba bursts out of the bathroom door, toothbrush in her mouth and eyes wild as she searches the room for a threat. 

“What- What is it?! What are you screaming about?” 

Galinda gapes, mouth wide open. She stares and stares, Elphaba staring, bewildered, right back. And. Then. 

Galinda screams. 

It goes on for long enough that Elphaba dives across the bed and slams her hand over Galinda’s mouth. “Galinda!” Elphaba hisses. “You’re going to wake the whole school! What is the problem?”

Her voice softens then, hand loosening. “Did you have a bad dream?”

Galinda thinks she’s still dreaming, actually. “Y-you’re here,” she croaks out. 

“Um. Yes?”

“B-b-but-- The plant?”

Elphaba blinks, rocking back. After a second, her eyes light up with understanding. “Oh! That little guy. Yeah, I put him over there by the window, see? I about knocked him over when I bumped into your nightstand this morning, which- I don’t know why it was all the way out there.”

Galinda follows Elphaba’s finger to a little black pot on the desk by the window, four skinny leaves and a tiny pink bow. “I see you gave him a makeover,” Elphaba teases. 

Galinda swallows hard, mouth dry and head hurting. “He?”

“Uhhh. Or she, that’s fine. I don’t think plants have a preference.”

Galinda thinks she may combust. “You- you aren’t a plant?”

“What?” Elphaba huffs out a startled laugh. “Um, no? No, I’m pretty sure I’m very human.”

Galinda squeaks, scrambling out of her bed. She sways, blinking spots from her vision as Elphaba reaches for her. “You were never a plant?”

“Nnnoo…Galinda are you okay?” 

Galinda looks at the pot. She looks at Elphaba. She looks back at the pot. 

She kind of wants to scream again. 

“I-I-I thought--”

“Wait.” Elphaba’s lips twitch, laughter bubbling in her chest. “Did you think I turned into a plant? That plant?”

Galinda’s veins are shaking. “Yes!”

“Why in all of Oz would you--”

“You weren’t here! You disappeared! And-and- there was just that in your place!”

Elphaba laughs openly now, nearly doubling over in mirth. “Galinda,” she wheezes. “Galinda, I told you I was leaving and going with Nessa into the city. You were so locked in on whatever spell you were practicing that you weren’t paying me any attention.”

Galinda gapes at her, breathless. 

“I got the plant as a joke, remember? From the gardening club?” Elphaba shakes her head fondly. “You weren’t listening to a thing I said yesterday morning, were you?”

Galinda thinks she’d very much like to be a plant now. 

“So, so you were never--” 

“I can assure you, I was never a plant. I was in the city all day. Nessa can vouch for me.”

A beat passes. All the air gusts out of Galinda and she collapses back to the bed with a groan, flopping onto her back and throwing an arm over her face. “I spent all day--” 

Elphaba laughs again. “Well, I guess that explains the black paintjob. Though- a bow? Really?”

Galinda moves her arm to glare upward. “The whole pot was pink yesterday,” she sniffs. 

Elphaba cocks a single eyebrow. 

“Hey! Pink goes well with green.”

At that, Elphaba grins, rolling her eyes fondly. “It so does,” she finishes. 

She’s still chuckling to herself, backlit by morning light in a way that creates a little halo around her figure. Her eyes are mirthful and bright, her teeth flashing in a smile. She looks so--

She’s so--

Oz, Galinda had missed her. 

“Hey, Elphie?” she questions. She swallows hard, looking at the plant one last time. “Tell me a secret.”

“What?” Elphaba blinnks, thrown. “We only do that at night,” she reminds. 

Galinda gives her a shaky, nervous smile. “You weren’t here last night,” she whispers. “And I really missed you.”

Elphaba softens, reaching out and taking Galinda’s hand when the blonde waves it around in the air. She moves closer, standing over Galinda’s flopped down form. “I missed you, too,” she says gently. 

“Really?”

“Really.”

Galinda smiles, dimple popping and eyes crinkling. A feeling like honey spreads through her, slow and warm. She doesn’t want to wait until tonight. She doesn’t want to wait another second. 

“Hey, Elphie?”

“Yeah?”

Galinda slowly turns their joined hands over, palms up, Galinda’s hand cupping Elphaba’s. There, sprouting in the center of Elphaba’s green palm, is a single brilliant poppy. A little plant magic. For luck. 

“What’s this for?” Elphaba asks. 

“For you.”

“Why?”

“Because I love you.”

The poppy quivers, its petals shaking as Elphaba does. She gapes down at Galinda, emerald eyes wide. Then--

“I love you, too.”

Galinda beams. Elphaba blushes. The poppy dances. On the desk by the window- a little plant stretches just a little taller. 

[v-poreons]

OCposting..... This is Coven :3 she's a witch who specializes in luck magic! I need to post her so I can yap about her more, she's rotating in my brain at top speed

(Also her bf belongs to @oodliedoodlies hiiii hiiiiiiii hi hi hi)

[romione-trope-fest]

2025 Trope Reveal!

It's time for another Romione Trope Fest!!

We will begin accepting submissions on February 1st, and reveals will begin on March 1st!

This year, we are doing reveals a bit differently. Rather than posting two fics per day, we will post ALL the fics of a specific trope each day. Reveals will last one week only, and no waiting around -- prepare to be bombarded by tropey goodness.

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[whamber]

constantly thinking about that post that was like “if Lance and Gwaine had gotten more screen time together Gwaine would’ve had an intense one sided rivalry with him” because i think it would be so funny

[blackberrysummerblog]

Well, it’s still Sunday, so I’m here to share! Thanks so much for the recent tags and shout outs @rimeswithpurple, @roomwithanopenfire, @the-beard-of-edward-teach, @monbons, @fiend-for-culture, @prettygoododds, @orange-peony and @nausikaaa! Things have been going pretty well for me all around, and I’m pleased to have had some time to be working on Pull Yourself Together, the fic I’ve been writing for Arianna’s birthday this year. It’s been a month now, but I’m closing in on finishing this unexpectedly long only-one-bed fic.

Excerpt under a cut for Mature (for a value of “mature” 😒) content:

I’m lying on my side when I wake up with Baz curled around me, pressed against my back. His chin is resting on my shoulder, and he feels as pleasantly cool as ever.

I’m hard. This can’t be happening—I just took care of this in the shower last night! I know it’s normal to wake up with an erection, but it hasn’t happened in the week that I’ve had to share a bed with Baz, and I suppose I’d been trying to put the possibility out of my mind. I’m so fussed that it takes me a moment to realise that Baz is hard as well, and then I really panic. He’s going to think I think it’s because he’s gay. Of the two of us, I’m in the better position since he won’t know I’m in the same condition.

Baz sighs against my ear and tightens his arms around my waist. I really can’t do anything, can I, except pretend to be asleep. Once he wakes up, I’ll play as dumb as I can while he extricates himself.

Aaaand that’s as much as I can share, except for the fact that Simon then actually does go back to sleep 🤣 Disappointing!

Everyone, have the BEST week, I hope Daylight Savings Time isn’t too much of a bummer. No pressure tags and hellos: @valeffelees @prettyaudvampyscones @best--dress @prettygoododds @thewholelemon @artsyunderstudy @cutestkilla @ic3-que3n @raenestee @larkral @c0nsumemy5oul @shrekgogurt @asocialpessimist @supercutedinosaurs @youarenevertooold @jasonfunderberkerthefrogexists @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @basiltonbutliketheherb @alexalexinii @palimpsessed @wellbelesbian @cows4247 @beastmonstertitan @aristocratic-otter @sourcherrysc0nes @harrie-leithillustration @arthurkko @confused-bi-queer @mooncello @brilla-brilla-estrellita @ileadacharmedlife @bookish-bogwitch @iamamythologicalcreature @carryonsimoncarryonbaz @skeedelvee @drowninginships @stitchy-queerista @tender-ministrations @ebbpettier @captain-emrys @ivelovedhimthroughworse @sillyunicorn

[subsequent-consequent]

Does candied ginger do magic

Magic a bit stronger than he might be able to handle all at once.

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Transcript:

I’m…practicing. Thanks, sorry for causing trouble.

CHANGE IT BACK!-IM TRYING

....

At…least you healed it… that was a lot stronger than I thought.

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Last post of the night! I have work tomorrow night and have some college work to get done so I’ll probably only have time for one post, but thank you guys SO MUCH for the support so far!!! I’ll make a post abt it tomorrow probably but this has been so fun and I can’t wait to keep going and reveal more within the storyline <3

[a-honeybees-forest]

Mansions and Magic Don’t Mix

Part 1 of 2

Ao3 Link Word Count: 2.6k Character(s): Joel, Xisuma Summary: Joel and Xisuma go on a mission raiding a woodland mansion together, though it doesn’t exactly go the way they expect, in probably the worst way possible.

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It was just an invitation.

A friendly invitation, extended from the server Admin to a new member. A possibility to get to know each other a little more - an adventure, one that should’ve been simple.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Xisuma was already waiting by the time Joel got there, leaning against the wall next to the doorway. The doorway was blocked off with cobblestone, which must’ve been Xisuma’s doing.

“Hey Smallbeans,” Xisuma greeted, giving him a subtle nod as he pushed himself off the wall.

“Hey Xisuma,” Joel returned, deciding not to comment on the name. “Is there anything special we’re here for?”

“Not really, I’ve just been planning to raid this for a while now, a few of the Hermits directed me to you to help,” Xisuma answered, pulling his pickaxe from the belt around his waist. He waited as Joel pulled his sword from its sheath and pulled his shield into its proper place on his left arm. “Ready?” He asked when Joel had finished, causing his companion to look up at him.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” Joel muttered, following Xisuma’s movements as he walked up to the blocked-off door and swung at the blocks, carving a hole just big enough for them both to enter with just a few swings.

Joel moved ahead of Xisuma as he placed the pickaxe back in its place, and he scooped up the two small blocks off the ground, slipping them into the pouch on the belt around his waist. He pulled his sword from its sheath and moved into the mansion after Joel.

The front hallway was empty, and as Joel pulled a match from his pack and lit an already partially burned torch on the wall after a few tries. Xisuma got the idea and grabbed the burned-out torch on the other side of the doorway before he walked over to Joel, lighting the wood on his already-burning one.

“How long were you standing there, again?” Joel asked as he turned away, holding his torch out in front of him and casting the flickering light out into the hallway that was stretching away from them.

“Probably about five to ten minutes, why?” Xisuma replied, turning in the other direction to search for anything that might move.

“And they didn’t find their way over here in that time?” Joel mused, mostly to himself, “Well, then again, they wouldn’t be able to see you. Which way are we going?”

“I’d say left,” Xisuma replied, and Joel started off the way he was facing, keeping his torch pointed in front of him. He could hear Xisuma’s footsteps starting and stopping behind him, and when he looked back, he saw a couple of lit torches set down on the ground. Xisuma was already pulling another piece of wood with coal dusted on the end out of the small bag at his waist.

“What?” Xisuma asked when he noticed Joel’s glance. Joel sighed slightly as he turned around.

“Nevermind. Let’s keep going, they’ll be in here,” Joel said as he gestured into the first room. Xisuma nodded, pressing the torches together as he adjusted his grip on his sword, moving forward into the room.

He had to duck as a vindicator charged at him just as he entered the room, its axe swinging wildly. Joel stabbed it through as it ran towards him, pulling it out again quickly before repeating the motion a few more times until the creature collapsed to the ground. It would lay there for a few moments before vaporizing into code, but neither of them had time to sit and watch it. Xisuma slashed at another vindicator as it came after him, taking a few steps back from the force of its blows.

Joel charged at the only remaining mob in the room before it could attack him, embedding his sword in the handle of its axe for a brief, heart-stopping moment. His eyes widened as the vindicator tried to swing at him anyway. He was forced to let go of his sword and dive out of the way as it almost sent the axe-blade clean through his head.

Joel was just scrambling up when he saw a sword-tip come through the front of the vindicator’s clothing. It froze for a moment, then its limbs dropped heavily, the axe head embedding itself in the wooden floor, before the mob fizzled away into nothing.

Xisuma and Joel locked eyes for a long moment, Joel taking slightly shaky breaths, both of them listening to the utter silence that fell over the room.

Joel stepped forward and grabbed the hilt of his sword, trying to pull it out of the handle of the axe. However, it took him a moment - and a few pulls of the sword - to get it loose.

“What in the hell is the material they use for those things,” Joel muttered to himself as he glanced over the blade quickly, before he turned his attention back to Xisuma, who had just placed a torch down on the floor.

“Good question,” Xisuma replied, running a gloved hand down the axe’s handle before he stepped around Joel, heading back out into the large, dark hallway. “Let’s go, there’s plenty more where that came from.”

Joel let a soft huff escape his lips as he started after Xisuma, watching as his companion set another torch on the floor of the hallway in an attempt to light up the mansion. Xisuma was right - they had a long way to go.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Luckily, most of the other rooms were like the first. A few mobs, maybe a creeper, skeleton, spider or zombie in a few rooms - okay, more than a few, but they were vastly easier to deal with than the vindicators. They had cleared out the entire bottom floor and most of the second. The second floor was marginally easier than the ground floor, mostly because of dim rays of sunlight filtering through the windows, keeping the other mobs from forming so they weren’t entirely overwhelmed.

“Joel, lookout!” Xisuma called from behind Joel, and he dived to the side just as jaws snapped up from the floor, right where he was standing moments before.

“Ugh, I’m really starting to hate this guy,” Joel grumbled, pushing himself up and continuing his circling around the evoker, eying it warily.

“Yeah, I- vexes!” Xisuma yelled in warning, taking a swipe at the one that emerged from the wall with his sword.

“God, I hate these things. Can’t they just give us a break?” Joel complained, jabbing at another vex himself, hissing in pain as he missed and it scraped its claws along his arm. He shivered as he heard almost what sounded like nails on a chalkboard - or nails on metal, he supposed. Either way, it was a loud, screeching sound, one he assumed was the sound of Xisuma’s armor being assaulted.

Joel would’ve turned to help, if it hadn’t been for the vex that now seemed like it was targeting him. For every one hit he got on it, it got at least two on him, leaving long scratches everywhere it touched him. Joel was gasping, his lungs burning when he eventually got the final hit on it, and his entire body ached and stung.

“Hey, Smallbeans-” Joel heard Xisuma start, but he was cut off halfway through, and Joel spun around towards the sound of his voice, his eyes widening as he caught sight of the scene in front of him. Xisuma’s leg was caught in the teeth of one of the jaws reaching up from the floor, and he seemed to sway on his feet.

“Blummin’ hell, X?!” Joel exclaimed, dashing over to him and grabbing for his arm, but he missed as Xisuma vanished. “X?!” Joel yelled, glancing around frantically as panic started to set in. What the hell? How had he managed to lose the Admin?!

Joel hesitated just before he was about to step forward, and he glanced down at the small figure on the ground. He leaned down to grab a mini-sized version of the person who had just been standing in front of him.

“X? How did you-?” Joel muttered, glancing back at the evoker in the corner of the room as he spoke and he faltered. “Okay, nevermind. Well, didn’t know they could do that, but that’s for later.”

Joel closed his hand around Xisuma as he turned, coming face-to-face with a group of vindicators.

“Should we go now? Yeah, we should go,” Joel said nervously, mostly to himself, and he took a slow step back. His eyes widened as he heard the telltale sound of snapping, and he wasn’t able to move his foot away before it was captured in a large jaw.

However, that wasn’t what he was the most worried about at the moment.

The vindicators charged at Joel all at once, and he had to shift Xisuma to his non-dominant hand so he could both clumsily swing at the vindicators and use his shield to take the heavy blows coming from his other side. His leg was quickly released as the jaw retreated into the floor, and Joel backed up quickly, pressed backwards by the relentless attacks.

He pressed himself into the corner, holding the limp Xisuma gingerly in his hand as he held his shield up in front of him, occasionally stabbing at the vindicators with his sword. Joel could hear his shield starting to crack, and his eyes widened. The moment his shield broke, he was essentially virtually defenseless. At least, he couldn’t protect Xisuma anymore, not properly.

“Sorry,” Joel apologized, just in case Xisuma was still awake. He moved Xisuma to his other hand so that he could raise him into his mouth and slip him inside. The first thing that he noted was that Xisuma’s armor was cool and rough, and Joel readjusted his grip on his sword as he shifted Xisuma around in his mouth, trying his best to coat him in his saliva. He mentally apologized to Xisuma again, tipping his head back slightly as he swallowed him. It was a bit earlier than he would’ve liked, but the cracking of his shield was freaking him out.

Xisuma was like a little weight that settled into his stomach - he was surprisingly heavy, though it might’ve been his armor. Whatever it might’ve been, it was at the back of Joel’s mind as he jabbed at one of the mobs crowding him again, and he grinned when it toppled to the ground. Joel didn’t waste a second, slipping out of the temporary gap in the barricade of bodies and narrowly dodging a blow to his head. He swiped at the nearest vindicator, leaving a deep gash in its leg. It growled in anger, bringing its axe down on his shoulder, and Joel let out a pained yell.

He didn’t look down at his arm, not wanting to see the split-open flesh, but his arm hung down uselessly at his side, the tip of his shield scraping across the floor.

“Shit,” Joel muttered, jabbing clumsily at the vindicator, and spearing it right through its axe-wielding arm. It howled, but the sound abruptly ceased as Joel swiped at it again, slitting its throat messily. Joel turned immediately, dropping his shield as he started running. He could hear the angry noises of the mobs behind him as he ran, but he paid them no mind, he was faster than them. He didn’t bother to sheath his sword, just holding the blade away from him as he turned sharply, dashing down the stairs. He barely avoided crashing into the wall on the landing, but, despite that, he didn’t waste any time in throwing himself down the rest of the stairs and out the hole in the wall of cobblestone covering the doorway.

Joel didn’t stop running until he made it to the Nether portal, hidden in the trees a few dozen metres from the mansion. He let out a soft gasp as he sank to the ground with his back pressed against the obsidian frame. He let his sword lay on the ground by his side as he gingerly pulled his injured arm into his lap, hissing as the open wound was pulled at. It hurt to move his neck, which he discovered painfully when he tried to get a look at the wound on his shoulder. He hadn’t brought any healing potions, and there was no way he could bandage it up properly.

Joel groaned, tapping on the black screen fixed onto his wrist, only to frown when it didn’t turn on. When he looked closer, he noticed that there was a long scratch etched into the surface of the screen.

“Stupid vex,” he hissed, clenching his hand into a fist for a minute before he sighed, letting the tension out of his shoulders, which caused him to hiss in pain again. Damnnit, he had to get to the medbay under his own power. Sure, he managed to get outside, but the adrenaline had worn off now, and every part of his body ached. He didn’t think he could get up again.

Joel hesitated when he felt the slightest movement from inside him, and he glanced down at his stomach, carefully moving his good arm to cover it. He had forgotten about Xisuma in the panic of trying to get out, but now he was painfully aware of the small figure resting inside him. What had even happened to him? Why did he shrink, why did he collapse?

The questions were bouncing around in Joel’s head, but he didn’t dare say any of them out loud, worried that he might startle Xisuma. Did he know what had happened? Or was he completely passed out by the time Joel had eaten him?

Joel was silent as he felt more shifting, and he bit his lip. Xisuma was clearly waking up. What the hell would he say?

He felt what might’ve been a hand press against the inside of his stomach, and, a moment later, he heard a questioning word, “Beans?” The voice was weak and sounded raspy, but otherwise sounded okay.

“Xisuma?” Joel returned, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“Hey… what happened…” came the soft reply, and Joel hesitated for a moment before replying.

“You kind of, shrunk? And collapsed? Then I was surrounded, and I couldn’t-” Joel tried to explain, but he was cut off after a moment.

“Okay, okay, I get it. Are you alright? Get away… okay?”

“I’m fine,” Joel lied, “just scratched up. My comm broke, though. What about you?”

“Dizzy,” Xisuma replied softly, “and everything feels a little fuzzy. I think I’m lightheaded.”

“I don’t know what that evoker did to you,” Joel muttered, half to himself, “we should get you medical attention.”

“Yeah…” Xisuma answered, but his response was more faint than last time.

“Xisuma?” Joel asked.

“Tired. Think I’m gonna… close my eyes for a bit,” Xisuma murmured, his voice dropping in volume the more he spoke. Joel was relieved when he heard Xisuma was going back to sleep. At least he didn’t have to explain why he couldn’t let Xisuma out. He pushed himself up slowly, painfully, using the obsidian behind him for support.

Get to spawn, he repeated in his head as he stepped into the swirling purple portal. He closed his eyes as the spiraling magic took up his vision and the world started twisting around him.

This was making him so nauseous.

[rianneimations]

[thenaturalorderbaby]

Kinda inspired by a fic I read on Ao3(don’t remember by who) but I think it was called- Happy kittens or maybe safe kitties?[if you know who or are the writer please tell me so I can give author credit of where I got inspiration][or if you’re the author and want me to take this down I will (but only if you prove you’re the author of the fic)]-🎭

Eddie:Hey Bil-………………Um WTF

Teen: *surrounded by cats as he looks up*, "oh hey~"

Eddie: why………just how………why and what in the world and where is your coven?

Teen:well I may or may not have turned……them into cats hehe. *he says really really fast.*

Eddie: *blinks* soooo they’re the cats?

Teen:*sheepishly* Yep!

Eddie: ……yeaaaah so I’m just gonna go

Teen: NOOOOOOOOOOOO pwease

[franticvampirereads]

My tummy hurts and I’m mad at the government, but March is here. My tbr for this month has a little bit of a murder & mayhem theme, so here’s what I’m planning to read this month to try to distract myself from *gestures at everything*:

The Golden Raven -currently reading

That Time I Got Drunk & Saved a Human -currently reading

Family & Felonies

Alpha Dragon’s Ferret

Mr. Villain’s Day Off vol 2

Can’t Spell Treason Without Tea

Brutal Titan

The Bakery Dragon

Shatterglass

Stay safe out there.

[lurafita]

Magnus' accidental magical inventions

If you think about it, there are many inventions that were made accidentally. The microwave and post-its notes, just to name two. So if this happens to mundanes, why not also warlocks?

Now I'm thinking about Magnus accidentally making all these useful inventions, but he is still kinda pissed about it, because the things he wanted to do when accidentally making this other stuff are still not accomplished.

Izzy: "Okay, but where are we getting greek fire from?" Magnus, sighing and grumbling irritably,: "Here." magics flame into his hand Alec: "There are spells for that?" Magnus: "No. Madzie and me were watching Hercules, and she wanted to try to make a Pegasus out of clouds, like Zeus did. And who am I to stop young, inquisitive minds? Unfortunately it didn't go as planned, and instead of a mini flying horse, we burned down Catarina's kitchen with what turned out to be legitimate greek fire."

[romione-trope-fest]

2 days left to submit!

Please have all submissions posted by midnight EST on Friday Feb. 28th.

(..though it's technically March 1st if it's midnight, right?)

As far as reveals go, just a reminder that we will be posting all of the creations submitted for one trope each day. We will determine the order of the tropes once we have a final count (or as final as it can be) so it will be a surprise each day!

The trope of the day reveal will drop at 8:00 am EST, and fics will be released for that trope by order of submission every half hour after that.

There are so many amazing submissions so far, and we can't wait to see what's still to come! You all are amazing and truly, we couldn't do it without you. Thank you to new writers to giving Romione Trope Fest a chance, and for our returning writers for coming back and blessing us with your love for Romione.💖

[blackberrysummerblog]

Hi all! I hope it’s been a great week for everyone. It’s been pretty good for me, though busy. I think I’ve mentioned before that I work at an animal shelter, and yesterday we went ham on our garage, carting out and reorganizing much of what had been accumulating even before I took the job two years ago. Exciting things are happening, and I’m really proud of the work we do for both the animals and our community.

Thank you for the tags today, @nausikaaa and @artsyunderstudy! I’m always so happy to see what people are working on. I’ve only just posted Chapter Three of Pull Yourself Together, my increasingly untimely birthday fic for the incredible @rimeswithpurple (who just published her first SnowBaz fic this week as well, and it’s a corker. Go check it out!) Anyway, I really, truly, reallllllly think that the next chapter will be the final one, so please cross your fingers for me, lol. Since I haven’t written much else this week, here’s an excerpt:

Penelope Bunce barrels in so rapidly that I don’t even have time to wonder how she outwitted Mummers’ wards. “Simon, I need that text I loaned you on medieval charms,” she babbles without pausing to look around or take a breath. I’m frozen in place at my desk; Snow is holding his ridiculously large paws up and trying to scramble off the bed, but neither of us is able to get a word in before Bunce flings herself down next to him.

And…nothing happens. They’re not touching each other at all.

The plot thickens! Mwahahahaha. Hellos and no pressure tags: @cutestkilla @iamamythologicalcreature @youarenevertooold @c0nsumemy5oul @best--dress @thewholelemon @raenestee @letraspal @larkral @beastmonstertitan @valeffelees @martsonmars @argumentativeantitheticalg @ileadacharmedlife @facewithoutheart @orange-peony @fiend-for-culture @harrie-leithillustration @asocialpessimist @drowninginships @monbons @stitchy-queerista @mooncello @ic3-que3n @thehoneyedhufflepuff @the-beard-of-edward-teach @wellbelesbian @sourcherrysc0nes @confused-bi-queer @arthurkko @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @brilla-brilla-estrellita @prettygoododds @bookishbroadwayandblind @roomwithanopenfire @cows4247 @aristocratic-otter @supercutedinosaurs @prettyaudvampyscones @hushed-chorus @shrekgogurt @forabeatofadrum @imagineacoolusername @ivelovedhimthroughworse @mostlymaudlin @tender-ministrations @alleycat0306 and anyone else who’d like to share!