#nonmagical

[jayther]

Physics vs. Magic

Subtext: "'At the stroke of midnight, your brother will be hurtling sideways at an altitude of 150 meters' is a regular physics prediction about your nonmagical trebuchet, whereas 'you are cursed to build a brother-launching trebuchet' falls out of the Lagrangian."

[fattylime]

wife

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

It's Magic

This snippet is for @creweemmaeec11!

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Villain pressed the knife deeper into Hero's side, the blade glowing with harmful magic.

"Pathetic little thing," Villain laughed, yanking the blade out.

Hero gasped, lurching forward. They crashed down in the alleyway.

"Lesser beings like you should learn to stay out of my way," Villain said, "maybe your corpse will serve as an example."

Villain cast a spell, causing little cuts to open all over Hero's body. Hero whimpered in pain. They looked up with blurry vision as Villain strode away. Was this really how it was going to end? Killed by a magic user? Hero didn't have the energy to worry about it; they started to drift off, their head light and their limbs heavy.

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Hero stirred to the feeling of a gentle rocking sensation.

"Mm..." they mumbled.

"Shhh," a voice soothed.

The rocking sensation stopped suddenly as Hero was laid down on a soft surface. They forced their eyes to open. They tried to sit up, but a hand gently pushed them back down.

"Don't-" the voice said softly, "don't get up. You're hurt."

Hero stared up at their rescuer. Their vision cleared, and their face went pale. Hero scuttled back on the couch.

"S-Supervillain," Hero breathed.

Hero's breaths quickened, coming out in short little gasps. Their heart felt like it was going to beat out of their chest. Supervillain held their hands up in a placating gesture.

"I'm not gonna hurt you," they said, "I promise."

Supervillain took a step closer, and Hero flinched hard, screwing their eyes shut. Instead of a harsh strike or a dark spell, Hero felt the gentle pressure of a hand on their forehead. They cracked an eye open and looked at Supervillain.

"No fever, that's good," Supervillain said.

Soft green light emanated from Supervillain's hands. Hero's breathing became deep of its own accord. Hero blinked in confusion.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Hero asked.

"It's a calming spell," Supervillain explained, "I don't want you to panic."

Supervillain gestured to Hero's shirt.

"May I?" they asked.

Hero felt themselves nodding, a forced calm settling over them. Supervillain thanked them and lifted their shirt.

"It seems to be healing well," Supervillain said, "my magic made short work of your cuts, but this stab wound was pretty bad."

"Magic?"

"Yes, my healing magic. You're lucky to be alive, if I hadn't found you... well, it doesn't matter now."

Normally the mention of magic would have Hero hyperventilating, but the calming spell was weaving its way through their mind and body, keeping them pacified.

"Let me work on your wound some more, you don't deserve a scar."

Magenta light flowed from Supervillain's hands into Hero's healing wound. The area began to feel warm and fuzzy. Hero watched as the wound faded away completely, leaving nothing but smooth, undamaged skin.

"Can I get you anything?" Supervillain asked.

"I, um..."

"How about something to eat and drink?" Supervillain offered.

Hero quickly shook their head. What if they poisoned it? Then again, Supervillain probably wouldn't go through the trouble to save them just to poison them... on the other hand, though, this was Supervillain they were talking about, and-

A floating tray of food interrupted Hero's thoughts. On the tray was a bowl of chili and a cup of water. Supervillain ushered the tray over with a finger. It settled a few inches over Hero.

"It's, uh, it's waiting for you to sit up," Supervillain said.

Hero sat up cautiously. The tray, satisfied, landed gently on Hero's lap. The spoon flew into Hero's hand. Hero yelped in surprise.

"Yes, that particular spoon is rather forward," Supervillain said apologetically, "you'll get used to it."

Hero gulped. What would happen if they didn't eat? Would Supervillain kill them in a harsher way? The spoon, growing impatient, zipped out of Hero's hand, filled itself with a helping of chili, and forced its way into their mouth.

"Mm!"

Flavors danced on Hero's tongue; the chili was absolutely delicious. The spoon left Hero's mouth and grabbed another helping of chili. It waited for Hero to swallow.

"I wouldn't poison you, if that's what you're worried about," Supervillain said, "I went through a bit of trouble to save you."

Hero swallowed hesitantly. The spoon eagerly shoved the next bite of chili into their mouth. Hero grabbed the spoon and started to feed themselves. Supervillain smiled.

"Why... why did you save me?" Hero asked.

Supervillain's smile faltered, replaced with a concerned expression.

"I couldn't just leave you there," Supervillain said.

"Yes you could've! You're Supervillain! You're the most powerful mage in the city, and I'm..."

"Yes?" Supervillain prompted.

"I fight mages! I'm your enemy!" Hero blurted.

Supervillain sighed. They waved a hand and an armchair tottered forward. Supervillain sat down, snapping their fingers. A cup of tea materialized out of thin air. Supervillain took a sip of it, then set it on the saucer, which was still floating nearby.

"Why do you fight mages?" Supervillain asked, as though Hero had come in for a therapy session.

"Because they use magic! And magic is- well, it's evil isn't it?"

"Look around you," Supervillain gestured to the room, "I've been using magic nonstop since I brought you here. Have I been using it for evil?"

Hero didn't respond.

"I've done nothing but heal you and tend to you with my powers," Supervillain continued, "what I want is for magic users and non-magic users to get along and enjoy each other's gifts. Of course, not everyone shares my sentiment, such as the mage who attacked you."

Hero shook their head, trying to rationalize Supervillain's words. Supervillain sighed again and stood. The tray floated away with the empty chili bowl. The spoon followed it back to the kitchen.

"You should get some rest," Supervillain said, summoning a blanket, which draped itself over Hero, "let me know if you need anything."

Supervillain began to leave.

"Wait!" Hero said weakly.

Supervillain turned.

"Yes?"

"Thank you, Supervillain," Hero said quietly.

Supervillain cracked a small smile.

"You're welcome..."

"Hero," Hero said, "my name is Hero."

"You're welcome, Hero."

Supervillain flicked their wrist, and the lights went out. They left the room to let Hero sleep. Hero snuggled under the blanket and closed their eyes. They were still very confused about many things, but maybe magic wasn't as evil as they had thought.

Ko-fi

Tags: @mythixmagic @infinityshadows @fishtale88 @thelazywitchphotographer @the-beasts-have-arrived @princessofonwardsworld  @surplus-of-sarcasm

[geraskierfanficprompts]

A modern day au where Geralt is a single dad to a 5yr old Ciri.

Jaskier is a neighbor who lives down the street, but he and Geralt have never met. Never so much as seen each other. Ciri sees Jaskier everyday as her bus drives by.

Because of Jaskier’s eccentric wardrobe, Ciri starts drawing him at school. Her teachers and Geralt think “Color Man” is her imaginary friend.

haggiwpwapgihwaGW tHAT'S SO CUUUTE!!!

[everchased]

the like. miniskirt action bg3 has going on with plate armor...... i don't hate it

[kimbapisnotsushi]

witch hat atelier is so beautiful and kind and lovely and i have so so much respect and admiration for shirahama kamome for a million reasons. which includes the fact that she basically said "fuck you" to figuring out a plumbing system and replaced it with a black hole to vacuum up shit and piss

[jiskblr]

Transhumanism had already been on the far right conspiracy radar for decades, suspected of helping Lucifer build human-angel hybrids for the End Times.

[kenconffetti]

Bowuigi fans RISE UP~~~ its been years since those cute little comics of luigi and bowser crossed my dashboard and got me invested, now we’re being FED

[dominimoonbeam]

Hallway Romance

The rest of the Darlin/David fic from the wonderful ask the other day! It feels like it's been forever since I've written a fic. This felt really good to get into again. <3 <3

tags: neighbors au, first meeting, first date, flirting, total au, non-magical au

Hallway Romance

It started in the laundry room.

They’d been living in the same building, on the same floor, in the same corridor for the last year but never spoken—not until that evening in the laundry room.

David was putting a load in when the other tenant came downstairs, no basket in hand, just an armful of t-shirts, underwear, and towels. He tried not to watch but it was impossible. He’d caught plenty of glimpses of them over the months, in the hall and on the elevator. They were a storm wearing skin and a leather jacket.

With a huff, they crammed the ball of fabric into a machine and then peeled their shirt off and kicked off their boots, huffing annoyance as they unbuttoned and squirmed out of their jeans.

There was no way they thought they were alone in the room. David was not the sort of man that went unnoticed. He slammed the lid on his machine just in case.

The other tenant pulled their phone from the pocket of their jeans along with a wad of cash, and put it down to the side before closing the machine.

David raised an eyebrow and looked at them, really looked at them, wearing nothing but underwear and stepping back into their boots. They were lanky, all muscle and bruises. One hand rubbed the back of their head, ruffling their hair while jabbing the buttons to start the machine. “What?” they snapped, not even looking at him.

Their knuckles were raw and bloody and their side looked splotchy, like those ribs would be bruised tomorrow.

“Bad day?” David asked the scrapper.

They huffed again, this time grinning and turning enough to look at him. They had blood on their teeth and in their hair. “Nope.” They picked up their phone and the crumpled bills, both of them walking out of the laundry room and down the long hall to the elevator.

David followed them into the lift and waited. They jabbed the button for their floor.

They both walked down the hall, almost together.

The scrapper peeled off first at their door, only a handful of steps before David’s. They shared a wall. He only realized they weren’t carrying keys when they opened their apartment door. They hadn’t even locked it.

What a mess, he thought with a smile.

He saw them again when he was on his way to the basement to move his laundry to the dryer. They had showered and were wearing a pair of sweatpants.

They leaned against the dryer after starting it and watched him, not unlike how he’d watched them when they were stripping down an hour ago.

David let them. He’d called most people out on eyeing him in his life but this seemed like fair turn around. They started their machines and took the hall together again. This time, in the elevator, their stomach growled.

The scrapper rolled their eyes like it was a familiar nag and not a biological function reminding them of hunger.

He wasn’t sure what made him do it. He wasn’t exactly known for making the first move in making friends. “Do you like enchiladas?!

The door plinged when it opened and their neighbor looked over their shoulder at him, one eyebrow raised. The brow was split by an old scar. “What?”

“I made enchiladas yesterday. It’s too much. Do you want some?”

They were walking again, both of them moving a little slower than usual down the hall toward their doors. “Is that your way of inviting me in?”

He snorted. “I’m not inviting you in. You’ll get blood on my rug. I’m asking if you want some of the leftovers.”

Their smirk sharpened. “Do you think I don’t have food?”

He bit back a laugh, suddenly willing to bet their fridge was empty. “Forget I asked.”

They were at their door but paused.

He felt their gaze on him, considering him. He unlocked his apartment and was one step in when they suddenly said, “Okay.”

He looked back at them, standing in the hallway outside their door. They looked unsure and suddenly younger, softer. He could see the echo of what he imagined they’d been like as a kid, before they got tough. He nodded. “I’ll grab you a plate.” He held out his hand. “My name’s David.”

Their gaze flicked to his hand like trust didn’t come naturally, but they closed the distance and took it. “Darlin.”

He smiled before he could catch himself.

Luckily, they smiled back. “I know. Either my parents had a really different idea for who I’d be or they were assholes.”

David shrugged, dropping their hand after maybe a second too long of holding it to duck inside and make his way for the kitchen. “Maybe it suits you,” he said.

Darlin laughed, leaning against his open doorway. He didn’t mind if they came inside but he wasn’t sure they were willing to. Interesting. They’d leave their door unlocked but they weren’t quite ready to walk into a stranger’s apartment. “Yeah. Like calling someone tall Shorty.”

He laughed and pulled the dish out of the fridge. He cut a few enchiladas free and scooped them onto a plate. He would have wrapped it if he wasn’t sure they were going to eat it right away. He paused with it in hand and look at them. “Do you need to borrow a fork?”

Darlin’s expression bloomed in a huge grin. “Fuck you,” they laughed, holding out a hand for the food.

He crossed his apartment to put it in their hand. “See you around, Darlin,” he said.

They nodded, still smiling when they walked back to their place and inside.

David thought about that smile and that laugh all day afterward and the next time he saw them in the hall they talked more and Darlin had him wait in the hall to bring him the plate. They’d even washed it and promised they’d used soap and not just licked it clean. He tried to ignore the jolt that mental image sent through his whole body, but something about the way they bit their smile suggested they’d seen it too.

-

A few months later, he heard them drop their keys in the hall. He wouldn’t have guessed it was them until they cursed. Darlin didn’t lock their apartment. He’d noticed and even pointed it out but they made a joke about not having anything worth stealing.

So why the change?

“New TV?” David asked, walking past them in the hall to his own door.

Darlin straightened, surprised before grinning and unlocking their door. “Nah, just a wad of cash under the mattress.”

He snorted, unlocking his door.

“Oh, hang on. I have that casserole dish of yours…” they said, throwing their door open and ducking inside.

He waited in his doorway, watching that dark rectangle of their place. He’d never seen inside, the entrance a narrow hall with no table for keys—just a hook on the wall for that one leather jacket of theirs.

They came back, smiling wide and holding the glass dish. “Here. It was great, by the way, thanks.”

He shrugged the way he always did.

“You’ve got to let me treat you to dinner some time, to try to make up for all the free meals.”

“Wouldn’t be free if you did,” he pointed out, but his heart beat a little faster at the idea of eating together. Were they asking him out?

“I’m single,” they blurted out.

David stared at them, and they stared back, cheeks slowly turning red, the old bruise under their eye becoming even more splotchy. He had wondered if they were a cage fighter for all the bruises they carried around, but right then he could only think about those two words. “I’m single.”

Darlin heaved a breath with a self-deprecating laugh on it, pushing the dish into his hand and launching themself a step back. “Wow. Okay. I’m going to go—”

David caught their arm before they could get completely out of reach and vanish back into their apartment.

Their breath caught behind their teeth and their eyes flicked up to his, waiting.

He stroked his thumb against their skin, as if thinking when really it was more like reveling in that first contact. “You’re single,” he repeated. Their arm flexed under his grip, their whole body seeming to fight the instinct to run away. The idea made him smile because Darlin didn’t look like someone who ran away from anything. All that wiry muscle was made for running at things. “Me too,” he offered and watched their eyes widen and that smile start to pull at the corners of their mouth.

Darlin nodded slowly, as if to say “So…what do we do about this?”

“Where are you taking me for dinner?”

Darlin exhaled a laugh. “Am I wine and dining you?”

David shrugged, still holding their wrist and feeling their pulse under his thumb. “I mean, I’m not going to just make you a bunch of meals and then put out. You’ve got to put some effort in…”

Darlin grinned outright and took a step closer, pushing into his space for the first time since they started talking. They touched the doorframe just above his shoulder. “I’ll put effort in,” they promised, voice low and eyes full of something he absolutely refused to call smolder.

David bit his tongue to keep from biting his lip.

Darlin nodded slowly and then stepped back. “Okay. I know a place. Are you free tonight?”

David let go of their arm and nodded, still leaning against his doorframe, more than a little shocked by his own role in this conversation. He was usually the one making plans and taking the lead. How did this end up turned around? “Six okay?” It would give him an hour to clean up and change.

Darlin smiled, taking backward steps to their door. “Sounds great. I’ll be here.”

David watched them go, almost dropping the casserole dish in his hand when he forgot he was holding it.

-

He wasn’t sure where he’d expected Darlin to take him, but it hadn’t been a nice restaurant with a reservation list month out. He’d been there a couple times but only in the late hours when it turned into a club.

Darlin talked to the manager like they knew him and David watched it all like he was solving a puzzle, waiting to ask until they were seated with menus and scotch.

Darlin grinned. “I used to be a bouncer here,” they explained. “It was a few years back but the owner’s asked me to help out with a few things since.”

David was both impressed and worried. “What do you do?” he asked, because somehow they’d made it this far knowing so little about each other.

Darlin rolled the scotch in their glass. “Are you worried?”

“A little.”

They smiled wider and then shrugged. “I did a lot of odd jobs, got to know a lot of people, and then sort of fell into private work. Recover stolen shit, find missing people, keep an eye on someone while they’re in town… that sort of thing.”

David almost laughed. “You’re a PI?”

Darlin grinned and downed their drink.

“You’re kidding. I run a security company.”

“Oh, I know,” Darlin said, still smiling like they’d been waiting for this conversation to happen for days. “And you don’t just run it, you own it. I looked into you after you started feeding me your leftovers. I was expecting you to be a chef…”

David did laugh then. “Are you trying to flatter me or intimidate me?”

“Flatter. Not sure I could intimidate you.”

They looked at each other.

David threw his drink back and picked up the menu.

They ordered and talked, filling the time easier than he would have expected. David usually dreaded this part of getting to know anyone. He wasn’t great at it. He didn’t usually like talking and he was always a little worried someone new would say something he couldn’t ignore.

Darlin was easy to talk to. They ended up trading stories, first from work and then just from life, comparing fights and friends and childhoods. They were similar in a lot of ways and opposite in just as many.

They sat so long that the club opened and the music rose around them, trying to swallow them. Darlin drained their last drink and caught his hand, leading him downstairs. For a second, he was worried they’d want to dance. He hated dancing. He hated clubs. The times he’d been before, had been because Asher dragged him along.

Darlin wove through the crowd with expert ease, making way and leading David toward one of the back doors. A few more turns and they were free of the club, on the street behind the building. Darlin kept his hand and fell into an easy stride toward their building.

They were just past tipsy, not quite drunk, and David marveled at how Darlin still took the lead, grabbing the elevator door for him and hitting the button for their floor.

“You really took this wining and dining thing seriously, didn’t you?” he asked.

Darlin tried and failed not to smile in the hall. “You wanted effort.”

David nodded. He had said that.

Darlin walked him to his door and smiled like a fox, tipping their head back to look up at him. “Can I kiss you?”

David swallowed, his body suddenly very awake and that buzz gone. He wasn’t sure anyone had ever asked him. He usually did the asking… “You think you buy me one dinner and I’m going to put out?” he joked.

Darlin leaned closer. Were they on their toes? They smelled like scotch and leather. “I think you made me about twelve dinners… and I’m going to put out,” they explained.

David groaned low in his chest.

Darlin grinned and closed the distance between their mouths.

[beeeinyourbonnet]

By Hook or By Crook | Chapter 5

Pairing: Rumbelle

Rating: M, probably E eventually, don’t ask, I do not know the answer

Summary: Just when Belle thinks she’s doomed to a life without adventure, an investment banking firm all the way from New York City plops its new headquarters in Storybrooke’s abandoned cannery.

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The plan had been for David to come in the dead of night alone with Belle to reinforce Gold’s corner of the shop, but somehow, Leroy had gotten hold of the news and now half the town was crowded into Tim’s Bait and Tackle while Belle and David nailed plywood to the wall. 

“Is Gold going to be mad that you altered his corner?” David asked.

“We pay rent on this corner,” Belle said. “I should be mad that he’s trying to put a printer here.”

“Just try to put the nails on your side,” Mary Margaret said. “Then it’s just covering it, not putting holes in his wall.”

David did his best, but of course only one set of nails could be out of Mr. Gold’s corner. The crowd all stared at it, the ugly new plywood addition to the shop, and then Mary Margaret sighed.

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[w1f1n1ghtm4r3]

accidentally got obsessed with the kickup (wolf) akito x halloween (wolf hunter) kohane concept and now im cooking up the most insane dynamic with them

[wilcze-kudly]

Would you guys get mad if I said that this is the same genre of character just different flavours

[blujayonthewing]

SUPREMELY frustrating that we found something actually really cool and intriguing and plot relevant in tonight's session but I'm still so constantly preoccupied with whether the DM is going to 100% kill us with sheer poor game design that I barely have enough brainspace left over to even enjoy it

[latexwife]

YAYYYY! my funny guys finally have matching little reference sheets! men who go to the gym to bench press eachother

[helpimtrappedinthetextbox]

Devastating (hurt/no comfort) Fish n Chips soulmate au idea:

The name of your soulmate is on your wrist after you turn 15, however it's the name they were given at birth, (bcs name hold power and that's the first and most powerful in most circles blah blah blah, but still a major L for certain communities) and Chip, who was picked up as a very young child, has no recollection of his birth name.

Who gets Gillion's name when he turns 15

Only to find out, Gillion doesn't have his name. However it is, but neither know that.

Gillion doesn't want a romance with anyone but his Soulmate, and Chip is helplessly and hopelessly in Love with Gillion Tidestrider

Gillion looks for his whole life, never finding the person whose name he bares

Chip spends his life thinking he's unlovable and that was the universe's way of showing it

Neither knowing they were truly free to love the other

[appallinnballin]

typo or was ruv the one who gave birth?

yes in my headcanon Ruv was the one who had Rasazy :)