#summon sorceress

[eyecantread]

Free her! Let her run wild!

[dressupdragonne]

[cosmic-whorror]

“Cloud Princess” because her head always seems to be in the clouds ☁️ (because she’s constantly thinking about grinding exp and escaping to kick some ass on adventures, also the next summoning spell she’s gonna try tonight)

I’m a huge fan of otome isekai/time regression stories, and often think about how dumb it is that the MFL doesn’t just literally run away??? And go have adventures?? Like, if you’re tryna avoid some death flags…. literally distance yourself as far as possible? Also it’s a delicious foundation for some future groveling!

Don’t like the obligation to attend that tea party with the marquis’s asshole daughter? Get lost in the woods and brush up on your herbalism instead! Stuck at your family’s estate for some snooty gathering with the emperor and their son that you’re unwillingly betrothed to? Smile mysteriously and say nothing so that others are unnerved by your silence, and yet somehow enchanted by it. Run into the death flag that always talks down at you? Use your soft, confident silence and unbothered countenance to make them flustered as hell!

Ahhh I love this stupid genre 😩 💗

[alberichfanpage]

Magic time

[tritoch]

i am trying to speak "FFXIV FFX-themed summoner/guardian AUs" into existence. do you understand? do you see the vision. "only you can handle these summoned beasts and save the world" already baked into both settings. wolfilia summoner/guardian (works both directions). ysaylestinien (she is a summoner with no guardians; he is about to carry immense guilt for the rest of his life for what he will fail to do). but also unukalhai is a summoner whose guardians all died and is now posing as your guardian, right?

the scions are basically almost textually already your guardians. thancred already has ffx guardian-flavored problems. urianger's whole subterfuge and loyalty angst schtick. the shock and betrayal of y'shtola mistaking you for an enemy. alphinaud coming to ishgard wracked by grief and regret but forced to pull himself together because he's the last support you have left in a foreign land. alisaie with a serious hangup about feeling like you're stronger than her despite her trying to be your defender. krile and tataru's frustrations about being vital support but unable to join you on the front lines. the fatal rift when azem's guardians must choose between personal loyalty and the greater good. do you get it. do you See.

on some level it's just formalizing the "chosen savior and their pals who have all silently agreed that they are less important than their savior and would die for them" dynamic that the echo and being the warrior of light already creates, but formalization makes it much easier for characters to engage with directly. also the fact that designated hero status comes with a high measure of fame and scrutiny and also requires a performance of public grief (the sending; "for those we have lost, for those we can yet save"). they're very thematically simpatico.

[anthonyspage]

👩🪄♨️🌫🐉✨

[freakingtheworld]

My Lost Ark characters p3.

How pretty are they?

[mitchellrude]

Summoning something in the forest...but what could it be?

Feylon Shadowsong: Wispy creatures that are half-shadow, half-light, known to lull intruders into deep dreams with their haunting melodies.

Thornwhisk Sprites: Tiny beings made of leaves and thorns, flitting around and protecting sacred groves with their prickly touch.

Mysthart Stags: Ethereal deer with antlers made of pure crystal that glow in the moonlight, leading wanderers to safety.

Glimmerveil Moths: Giant moths with iridescent wings which can create blinding flashes of light to disorient foes.

Whisperwind Wraiths: Gentle spirits of the wind that carry voices of ancient wisdom and can lull enemies into a peaceful trance.

Moonlace Foxes: Silver-furred foxes that blend into the night, with tails that sparkle like the night sky, aiding in silent reconnaissance.

Luminescent Lymlings: Bioluminescent creatures resembling fireflies, but larger, that can join together to form radiant barriers.

Vinedrake Serpents: Snake-like creatures adorned with living vines that can entangle and bind intruders.

Starshard Owls: Owls with feathers that shimmer like stars, known to possess the ability to see the unseen and guide the lost.

Dewclaw Panthers: Elusive felines with translucent claws that can release a paralyzing dew upon their prey.

Brambleskin Bears: Bears covered in a layer of protective thorny vines, guardians of the deeper parts of the forest.

Frostfern Phoenix: A bird that, instead of fire, bursts into a cascade of frost and snow upon rebirth, bringing chill to enemies.

Stonebark Golems: Protectors made of ancient trees with bark as hard as stone, slow but nearly indestructible.

Echowood Eel: Eels residing in freshwater pools, emitting resonating frequencies that confuse and deter invaders.

Mistveil Manticores: Hybrid creatures that lurk in the foggy parts of the forest, using their poisonous tail spikes to defend the woods.

[nikibogwater]

I know Echoes of Wisdom never really hints at a potential romance between Zelda and Link, but part of me still finds the idea of them later falling in love and getting married very appealing. Because can you imagine a Hyrule that is ruled exclusively by these two maniacs? Imagine being one of their adoring (but also vaguely concerned) subjects. Your queen is a powerful sorceress who wages war by trampolining into the fray and mass-summoning pottery. She communes with cats and braids Lynel manes. Your king has survived in literal hell for months on end, armed with nothing more than a big stick and the will to live. He plays tag with the local kids and mows lawns on the weekends. Sometimes they both just wander around the kingdom unattended, looking for problems to solve (or cause, depending on the day). They're the sweetest, most terrifying people in the world, and the fate of your entire homeland is in their hands.

[parkerphillips]

Ravenna in Her Lab

Ravenna Cloudcaller is a sorceress with great power and knowledge of the dark arts, and her laboratory is a place of great mystery and intrigue. The laboratory is located in a hidden chamber deep beneath the ground, accessible only by a secret passage that winds its way through the castle's catacombs.

The laboratory itself is filled with strange and arcane objects, including jars of mysterious powders and liquids, strange devices with moving parts, and intricate spell books that appear to be bound in human skin. The room is shrouded in a thick fog, and the air is heavy with the scent of incense and burning candles.

Ravenna can often be found in her laboratory, bent over a cauldron or hunched over a workbench, muttering incantations and waving her hands in complex patterns. Her eyes blaze with an intense light as she channels her dark powers, summoning spirits and creatures from other realms.

Despite the gloomy atmosphere of the laboratory, there is a sense of excitement and wonder in the air. The sorceress is deeply passionate about her work, and it shows in the care and precision with which she carries out her experiments.

Ravenna's work is not always without danger, and the laboratory is littered with signs of previous experiments gone awry. There are scorch marks on the walls, broken glass on the floor, and the occasional flicker of a strange and ominous light.

Overall, Ravenna Cloudcaller's laboratory is a place of great power and potential, where the boundaries of reality are constantly pushed and the limits of the dark arts are explored. It is a place of great mystery and intrigue, and a source of both fascination and fear for those who know of its existence.

[the-witchhunter]

DP x DC: Zatanna

… why don’t we pair Danny up with Zatanna more? I don’t even mean that like romantically paired (which you could if you really wanted) but just in general. She shows up briefly in a number of fics but she’s pretty tangential beyond[insert summoning scene]

But Zatanna is a pretty cool character and very importantly she’s magic AF. She’s half Homomagi aka an entire race separate from human so can relate to not being completely human, but also just magic AF which means she’s equipped to deal with ghost BS

Also, on top off all this she’s a stage magician, and a good one at that. She had a successful career even before superhero sorceress was her career path

You know what the greatest skill she could teach Danny is?

How to pass off his powers as a magic trick (and escaping handcuffs)

No seriously, think about it. What’s the best way of hiding your ability to make yourself turn invisible and go through solid objects? Be a stage magician! Not only can you get paid for it, but anytime someone saw him do anything he has the perfect excuse. His powers would make stage magic even easier

And on top of that, actually learning how to do certain tricks would help him. See, he’s not a ghost because he can also get out of these anti ghost cuffs.

Let Zatanna take Danny under her wing and train him in stage magic to help him hide better. He can hide in plain sight

And she’d just be an interesting mentor, she has connections with the justice league and all the fan favorite characters to toss at Danny. Constantine is her ex, she’s good friends with Bruce Wayne going back years and even had a romance for a while(I don’t think they actually dated but there were feelings) and through him the rest of the bats. She’s confident and self assured and frankly Danny could use some of that in his day to day persona

[ninterbit]

Twins reverse!AU where Alune is a powerful Lunari sorceress. She summons her brother's projection from within the spirit world to fight under her strict guidance.

[80linesofvirgil]

I'm Joe. An illustrator from Colchester, England. With 'Tales From A Gay Fantasia', I am able to combine my love of illustration, creative writing, and design with a lifelong fascination with medieval fantasy. My current goal is to create an illustrated collection of interwoven queer romance and adventure stories within a beautiful and diverse fantasy world.

All my links

You can find links to the individual tumblr posts for each piece of artwork at the bottom of this post or just deep dive into the #gayfantasia tag :D

Artwork links in order of appearance:

"Sword & Shield", "The Look That Stopped The Blade",

"Tip Your Bard", "Spring's First Gift", "You Summoned Me?",

"A Touch Of Light", "A Chance Slipping Away",

"The Magic That Binds Us", "Sword-Crossed Lovers",

"Mersi's Delivery Servie", "Sanctuary", "The Prince, The Mage, & The Unicorn",

"First Date", "I Got You Baby", "Take Your Himborc To Work Day",

"The Parade (Colour Bleach)"

"Admiration", "The Knight & The Ranger", "The Mage & The Knight"

"Restoration", "Trepidation", "Reunion"

"The Rogue & The Bard", "The Paladin & Her Sorceress", "Reciprocity"

[targaryen-dynasty]

BETWEEN THE LINES.

Maegor Targaryen x female Harroway!Reader

WARNINGS: SEXUAL CONTENT-MDNI; p in v, doggy sex, power imbalance, size kink, degrading, idk.

WORDS: 2.4 K

NOTES: This has been rotting in my docs for so long, I had to finish and post it. It's missing big tiddy daddy hours, and I want you all to suffer with me. Thank you @thought--bubble for proofreading this! <3

The Red Keep is much more homely and friendly than your Houses’ seat, Harrenhal, that much is true. Yet you have never longed more to be back at that gloomy castle than you’ve done since your sister has taken you to court with her. 

Not that you’ll ever have the choice to stay or to leave. Not unless your sister, or rather the queen, says so. 

For one summer you’ve lived in the keep by now, summoned the moment your sister came back from Pentos to aid her husband after the demise of King Aenys Targaryen. The talks of Maegor taking Tyanna of the Tower as his third wife had arisen not long after, and did little to quell your jealousy. 

He's seen you before. You were at your sister’s side during their short courtship, their wedding, and had visited them regularly until she chose to accompany Maegor in his exile in Pentos. 

And yet he’s never paid any attention to you, has never even considered taking you to wife instead – rather opting to go for your dull sister and a sorceress from Pentos. 

Sitting on the chaise lounge in your chambers, flames crackling in the fireplace, you read over a book you’ve procured from the library on your stroll through the castle. It very much borders the Hour of the Owl, and you’ve yet to take the bath the maids have prepared for you quite some time ago. 

A knock on the door pulls you out of your reverie, and you’re quick to rise to your feet, covering the loose nightdress that clings to your curves with a plain robe. Caught off guard, you waste no thought on the fact that you don’t expect any visitors this late. 

“Yes?” you ask loudly. 

A gruff voice comes from behind the door, and, despite the impatience laced within, you know very well who it belongs to. “Open the door. I would like to have a word with you.”

His words make you frown, but you follow his orders, unlocking the door and opening it for him. Immediately craning your neck to meet his stern gaze, the eye contact ignites a fire within you. “Your Grace, I– what is the matter?” 

He shoulders his way past you into your chambers, briefly taking in your attire and loose hair. A small smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth. “Reading, at this hour?” he asks, nodding towards the book still clutched in your hand. 

Warmth spreads to your cheeks at his question, intensified by his low and dangerous tone. You can feel his gaze despite your back still facing him, like a weight that has settled on your shoulders. “I could not sleep,” you answer simply, closing the door and turning around. “So I thought I’d read for a bit before I bathe and retire. But is that truly the matter you wish to talk to me about, Your Grace?”

He prowls closer to you, his steps slow and deliberate; a hunter closing in on its prey. “No, that’s not why I came here,” he says, his gaze never leaving yours. As he comes to a stop in front of you, his bulky frame towers over yours. Reaching a hand out, he brushes a strand of hair behind your ear – a gesture that makes you shiver. “It’s your behavior towards your sister… I shall not tolerate it any longer.”

A frisson of heat races down your spine at the touch, and you do not dare pull away from him. She must have obviously talked to him about you slowly removing yourself out of her life, getting out of her way and clearly avoiding her at times. “I… I do not know what you mean, Your Grace,” you stutter. “Alys… my sister… I have no quarrel with her.” Your eyes flicker to the ground, just briefly, but long enough for him to know that you’re not saying the truth. 

Taking another step closer, Maegor captures you between his body and the door, a sneer evident on his features. “Don’t insult my intelligence,” he growls. “I know of your jealousy. Your envy. You long for what she has, to be a queen at the side of a man of my power and strength, but that day shall never come.”

Your heart lurches at his words, hitting you like arrows, and striking a wound that you have refused to acknowledge. Your breath escapes in a sharp gasp. “That is not…” you deny weakly, but even to your own ears your voice lacks conviction. You can’t bring yourself to meet his gaze, but his mere proximity makes you feel hot all over. “You… You are misunderstanding my feelings, Your Grace.”

“Am I?” he asks, his voice a mocking drawl. He pinches your chin between his thumb and index finger, tilting your head back up and forcing you to look at him. “Then look me in the eyes and tell me I’m wrong. Tell me you don’t want what your sister has. Admit it.”

Gooseflesh ripples over your skin as his warm breath fans over it, your eyes fluttering. “I…” you begin, but your voice fails you as something dark and sinful stirs deep within you, dampening the linen of your smallclothes. You try to look away, but can’t. Instead, you find yourself reciprocating his intense stare, the words spilling out before you can stop them: “I loathe her.”

A cold triumph fills his features as you speak, giving him exactly what he wanted to hear. He lets out a low rumble of laughter, a mocking sound without any trace of humor that sends a shiver through your body. 

His other hand grips your hip, squeezing tightly. “Good,” he hums, leaning in close enough for his breath to fan over your face. “There is no need to hide your true feelings from me, sweetling. I see right through you. Your hate, your desire for power… your desire for me.”

Gasping softly at his words, your heart races in your chest. You’re trapped between his sturdy frame and the door, and his nearness causes heat to pool in your stomach. “That is… not true,” you deny weakly, although your voice lacks conviction. You can feel the heat emanating from him, the strength of his hands on your body – and yet, you do not pull away. “I… I don’t…”

The conflict that wars in your eyes is obvious, and he all but devours the fight your body puts up against the desire that’s slowly burning through your body. “You don’t?” he challenges, and your breath hitches in your throat the moment his lips find your exposed throat. The tip of his nose brushes your jaw as he pulls back, lips all but a whisper apart. “Lie to me again. The sight of these beautiful lips of yours speaking falsehoods is almost as arousing as the truth.”

His words send a jolt of heat to your core, your body and skin growing hot while your pulse quickens. Fighting stubbornly against the urge to surrender to his touch, you take a shaky breath. “You… You’re wrong,” you whisper, your voice choked by your own traitorous arousal. 

“Then prove me wrong,” he laughs, low and dark, “push me away. Fight me.” Shame and excitement alike flood your veins at his words. Your hands come up to grip the front of his loose tunic as if you mean to push him away, but instead you pull him tightly against you. 

With a swift flick of his wrist, Maegor’s nimble fingers undo the tie in the front of your robe. 

You bite your lip, staring up at him with wide eyes. The robe comes loose against your body and falls partially open, exposing the skin of your chest and shoulders. Your body is responding to him in ways it shouldn’t, and you’re helpless to stop it. 

“I…” you pant, voice ragged, “I can’t…”

With his fingers tracing patterns on your body like a burning brand, you can’t bring yourself to push him away, and instead charge at him, wrapping your arms around his thick neck and connecting your lips in a passionate embrace.

Maegor grunts at the impact, but returns the kiss with equal fervor. His grip on you tightens even more, using it to push you back against the door. Breaking the kiss, he peels your arms off of him, which allows your robe to slide off your shoulders and fall to the ground, and flips you around, pressing your chest flush against the wood. 

Although you try to catch a glimpse of him from over your shoulder, you miss the dark, possessive look that’s etched onto his features, far too distracted by him easily ripping apart your nightdress from the collar to the hem. 

You can all but feel his dark blown eyes roam over your exposed skin, practically devouring the sight of you standing completely bare and pliant right in front of him. His fingers trail over your curves, gripping a fistful of your arse. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do this,” he mutters, voice guttural and possessive. He leans in to bury his face in the crook of your neck, nipping and sucking at your sensitive skin. 

The sensations have you arch your back against his sturdy frame while soft gasps and moans spill past your lips. You feel him shuffle slightly behind you, yet your mind is far too occupied by the weight of his body against yours, the heat from his lips on your neck, and the harshness of his one hand on your hip to notice what he’s doing. 

But then you feel something dragging through your soaked and swollen folds, and while you’re certain it’s two of his fingers, you’re quickly proved wrong as something even thicker breeches your tight cunt. The groan he releases is strained but loud, fanning right over your damp skin, and drowns out the moan that slips past your lips.

It’s not the first time you lay with a man, yet the last encounter took place quite some time ago, hence your need to adjust to the size of his cock. But Maegor is not in a generous mood this night, and hardly allows your body to accommodate him before he sets up a reckless pace that has you whining and whimpering. 

Maegor towers over your small frame, pushing you up against the door with every snap of his hips. One of his paw-like hands is still holding onto your hip, while the other has disappeared into your hair, tugging on it and forcing your head back against his shoulder to make sure you keep your back arched for him. 

He continues to lavish attention on your body with his lips and tongue, just barely pulling away to take a breath. “You shall never be queen like your dear sister is,” he groans in between some kisses, his voice ragged. Under different circumstances, his words would have made your stomach drop – but not when he’s fucking you so good, and speaking again after a short breather. “But she could never give me what you do. She could never make me feel the way you make me feel. You drive me mad with desire.”

You tremble under his frame, and pressure builds within you as he brings his hand between your legs. It seems as though he’s suddenly taken on an urgency he hasn’t displayed before, adamant to finish it quickly so that his disappearance does not attract any attention. 

“The… Then take what you want… Your Grace,” you stutter, words hiccuped by his harsh thrusts. He’s sent you into a frenzy by now. “Take me.”

The coil in your stomach is ready to snap at any given moment with how precisely his deft fingers rub your pearl, and your peak washes over you even before you can tell him. Your lips fall apart in a breathy whimper while you relish in the overwhelming pleasure of your peak coursing through your veins as Maegor chases his own.

Regardless of how badly you want to reach behind you to touch whatever part of him is within your reach, your hands have to be propped against the door to support your small frame, keeping you upright. 

His thrusts already have become more and more erratic at this point, and the tight clenching of your walls around his cock is the last bit that eventually triggers his own release. 

Shuddered breaths and strained groans topple over his parted lips, mixing with your whimpers and moans. His twitching cock spills his seed deep inside of your cunt, and you squeeze him ever so tightly in response, milking him for every drop. 

He doesn’t give himself much time to revel in the pure bliss before he lifts his head off of your shoulder and untangles himself from you. His breathing is ragged and his gaze still darkened with desire as he gazes down at your disheveled form, taking in the marks he’s left. He silently buckles his belt and adjusts his clothing, appearing as though nothing has happened while your mind and body are basically in shambles. 

There’s little time for you to come back to your senses after he’s pulled out, and even less time until he’s inconsiderately nudging you away from the door, taking the handle into one hand. 

“And sweetling,” he says, his brusque demeanor coming right back with a dangerous tone to his voice, “I will not tolerate any further interference from you in my affairs, and I will not tolerate any envy towards your sister. You ought best to remember your place. You are nothing but a toy for me, and I will not hesitate to put you in your place if you get in my way.”

The sharpness in his tone makes you shiver. You watch him silently, body still trembling with the aftershocks of your encounter. His words ring in your ears, and you swallow hard, the reality of your situation only now sinking in. 

As he turns away and opens the door, he throws one final look at you from over his shoulder. 

“Yes… Your Grace,” you mumble with a nod of your head, and only then does he take his leave, albeit it does not last for too long, because as the following day passes and the Hour of the Owl strikes, it’s him who’s knocking on your door again, coming to take what he’s successfully claimed.  

Maegor Taglist: @hypocritic-trash-baby @k4marina @foxyanon @nats-whore

@palmer-hjp @sinarainbows @luvdella

General Taglist: @watercolorskyy @darylandbethfanforever9 @croatianprincess @snowystark @moonlightfoxx

@melsunshine @urmomsgirlfriend1 @fan-goddess @at-a-rax-ia @tsujifreya

@bbgmonsay @doublesparrows @thetaygaryen @wintrr13 @winter-soldier-101

@multyfangirl @dixie-elocin @zaldritzosrose @userhotd @delulumhaggy @urfavnoirette

@iloveallmyboys @beautbuck @rose-brulante @aerangi @aoi-targaryen

[lovecolibri]

"So, Fabian, broad-shouldered, athletic, powerful, leaps off the back of the Hangman. Penelope, a five-foot two Prom Queen in a bright pink dress, summoning all of her magical energy. "This is my moment!" *whap! Bam!* It is- Evil is real, and Penelope is no joke. She's a powerful sorceress. Nobody feels great about what they just saw."

This is one of my favorite moments from this fight, the imagery is just SO funny, every time.

[anthonyspage]

🌌🏞🌲🐅🐅🧙‍♀️🌑🌒🌓🌔🌕🌖🌗🌑🔥🐯✨