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#spite as magic
strangelittlestories · 5 months
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After the witch cursed the king to be a lowly crawly creature, the biggest problem was not the power vacuum or the vengeful knights.
No, it was the *upkeep costs*.
You see, curses don't just require magic to cast. It takes a steady flow of power to keep someone in a form that is not their natural state.
The magical drain could have been worse; after all, there was a part of the king that knew this new lowly and wretched station resonated with his very soul.
But the atoms of him that remembered being power-fat and veneration rich still rebelled and they took effort to force back down again.
That's the problem with privileged people: the unshakable belief that they deserve what they have. The memory of power, like a puddle that remembers being a thunder storm.
Decades went by and, eventually, the witch was forced into repeated acts of sacrifice to keep the king from turning back. It was worth it for a while, but eventually she had to burn her cottage, her broomstick and her herb garden - all the things that mattered to her, given up in a flare of spite and incense.
Finally, she even cut her long hair and set in on fire amidst the ashes of her former life.
Having given up this last thing - and knowing soon she may have to let the curse lift and allow the king to escape his wriggling-but-fitting form - she sighed to herself and said:
"Ah well, it's like they say: you shouldn't set yourself on fire to keep other people worms."
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von-karmas-a-bitch · 7 months
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ghouljams · 10 months
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Part 2 of Love stabbing Ghost! Soap to the rescue.
You're at a house, it's right in the middle of a place it probably shouldn't be. Arched door and gabled roof sandwiched between two very modern and tall looking buildings. Simon knocks on it twice and waits. There's a very loud noise from inside and then a lot more loud noise before the door is yanked open. There's a man, just about Simon's height, with a Mohawk and a smile leaning against the doorframe. He looks happy to see your boyfriend.
"Ghost," he glances down at the unattended stab wound in Simon's stomach, "I see you're doing well."
"You're hilarious," Simon says, pushing past him and into the home. You don't move. Something is... stopping you. The other man smiles at you, waiting. Simon turns to look for you over his shoulder and stops. "Soap," Simon warns, but it's something else too, questioning.
Soap cocks his head at you, you've never seen a man that looks like him before. Too human. Like everything human about him has been cranked up to 11. He's not blocking you from entering the house, but he hasn't invited you in either. It would be rude to-
"She can't cross the threshold," Soap grins, his smile so wide you think you could count all his teeth. You vibrate just on the edge of something, you can feel it like a second door preventing you from crossing into his home. He nods his head at you finally, "Alright, come in. Can't have you attracting attention."
The door opens and you slide past him. Simon grabs you quickly, tipping your head this way and that to study you. He looks so concerned that you don't put up a fight. Soap ignores both of you, walking past to rummage around in his kitchen. You look around as Simon looks at you. It's a cute place, comfortable, you'd almost call it cozy. 
"How many tethers you got in her?" Soap calls, setting a white medical kit on the coffee table.
"Enough," Simon tells him, finally releasing your face. You wish he'd at least kiss you if he was going to hold onto you for so long. You must pout because he leans down to do just that, soft and sweet as he presses his lips to yours.
"Yer aff yer heid," Soap pats the couch and Simon releases you again. He strips his shirt off and sits where Soap directed with a grunt. Soap pokes at the skin around the wound and you lean over the back of the couch to want. “How’d you do this, lass?”
“Knife.” You tell him plainly. Soap snorts, Simon sighs, shooting you a warning look. “He asked me to, said ‘I want you to stab me’. So I stabbed him.” Soap gives Simon a look of concern.
“Mate your kinks are really gettin’ out of hand.”
“Didn’t think she’d do it.” Simon replies gruffly, you see him wince when Soap presses too hard too close to the edge of the wound, “Was trying to teach her about us.”
“You barely know about us.” Soap hums, grabbing a needle and thread from the med kit. You settle a hand on Simon’s shoulder as Soap starts stitching him up, squeezing to try and take some of his attention from the pain. You’re starting to get phantom pains just watching him, you can’t imagine how Simon’s so stoic about it.
“What’s your name lass?” Soap asks, and you frown.
“How’s that any of your business?” You reply, trying to memorize the way he twists sutures and snips the thread. Next time you stab Simon you should at least know how to stitch him up. Simon gives a small purr, aborted immediately when Soap pulls the last stitch tight.
“Christ you are a fucking mess, you know that?” Soap’s not talking to you, he’s talking to Simon. Looking him over, plucking at invisible threads with a frown. “How’d you-” He pulls on something and you smack his hand without thinking. Soap looks at you like you’ve grown a second head. He stands from the couch and stares the two of you down. “Simon Riley,” He says with purpose.
Simon doesn’t move, just raises a brow. Soap makes a ‘come on’ gesture and groans.
“You are fuckin’ jokin’.” He presses his hands to his face before dropping them and pointing at Simon. You’re starting to like this guy. Or maybe that’s Simon’s pleased hum through the tethers. “You-” He groans again, “I can’t believe you. Best mates for years and you don’t even- Price is going to kill you.”
“What’s happening?” You whisper ask Simon. Soap turns his annoyance on you.
“What’s happening, is you own this bastard and he didn’t even send out a wedding invite.”
“I didn’t think she’d give me her name,” Simon starts. Soap holds up a hand to cut him off.
“You are on probation, I’m not listening to you anymore, don’t talk to me.” You bite down a smile, you definitely like this guy.
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daftpatience · 2 months
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one thing I have learned about being poor is that you cannot for a moment stop thinking about it
#theres no peace#every little thing reminds me we are poor#seeing friends having electricity wifi heat food gas. it all costs money. and bills and fees and charges happen all the damn time#im constantly worried that i am measing up somehow or im not keeping track of my finances properly#the person handling our disability assistance application keeps coming back with question after question about my job#and i have so much doubt and fear that ive made some mistake in my answers that will disqualify us from support#and theres this sick backwards stupid thing where applying for and being on disability support is discouraging me from trying to make money#because the more i make the less likely we'll get support but i need to make money to live#its just fucked. and once we're on support i have to make monthly reports of my income so ill feel like im explaining myself all the fuckin#time#cus the system isnt built in a way that makes sense for self employed ppl who have business expenses to account for#sorry for the ranting i cant sleep#truly truly i think poverty is making me a worse persin#more anxious more resentful more jealous more miserable more spiteful#i have so little and there is so little i can do to help it#i want things in a more desparate and even childish way than i used to eant things#spend a lot more time fantasizing about magically having expendable income#not to mention the constant exponential guilt that comes from asking for help or recieving help. its guilt i need to unlearn but i feel it
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fromtheseventhhell · 3 months
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Arya and Dany stans: *discuss the likelihood that they'll have a positive relationship given their parallels, foreshadowing, status as key characters, and being two of George's favorite characters*
Stansas: Is this Sansa shade?
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I think it's hilarious that Stansas got mad at me for (accurately) pointing out that they accuse Arya and Dany stans of being motivated by Sansa hate simply because...we get along and like both of them lol. The idea of them getting along is about their characters and has nothing to do with Sansa. Just because they pit Dany and Arya against each other for Sansa's sake doesn't mean we're motivated by the same thing. Are there some conversations that bring up Sansa + Arya's strained relationship? Absolutely, that isn't baseless in the books considering they're written as foils and George has already said they have issues they need to work out. The "Stark sisters 4ever" fantasy they have is just that, and it's funny we never see this same energy for Arya being turned into a prop for her sister 🤔. Sisterhood didn't stop Sansa from siding with Joffrey, telling Cersei that Arya was a traitor (even though she had no idea where Arya was), or calling Arya unsatisfactory when she thought that she was dead so why are we supposed to pretend it's an all-important factor when discussing Arya's potential relationships with other characters?
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wavebiders · 6 months
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One thing that playing as a Selunite puts emphasis that I really like is that, after saving Aylin up until her personal quest in act 3, Shadowheart isn't actually ready to commit to serving Selune?
There's some hints of it in any playthrough, but if you play as a Selunite there's a few dialogue options where you can talk about her becoming closer to the Moonmaiden and she'll just be kinda like "after all I just went through with my goddess I'm a little hesitant to jump right to another one"
It's good because she *should* get that mourning period before deciding to serve another higher power(or if she even wants to serve one at all but Shadowheart's faith is important to her at the end of the day), but also because it makes clear that Selune is granting her her divine powers even without receiving worship in return
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stuffed-x-arts · 5 months
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working on the proper designs for all these guys i swear 💪 DRAWING BIRDS (AND ESPECIALLY THE BEAKS. goodness the beaks.) is tricky BUT IM TRYING !!! anyways yeah have fun hope ur all doing well take some simple doodles while i try to finish things aaargh !!
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mtg-cards-hourly · 3 months
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Spiteful Bully
Like most creatures bent on total destruction, they rarely bother to double-check their targets.
Artist: Chippy TCG Player Link Scryfall Link EDHREC Link
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ayoooo3 · 10 months
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Imagine… that Regulus Black didn’t die that day in the cave, and instead chose to disappear, to walk away from the war and try to start again.
Imagine… that Regulus steps away from magic altogether and tries to find a place in the muggle world. Along the way he reinvents himself completely.
Imagine… 10 years down the line James stumbles into this muggle candy shop he’s heard of, where it seems like magic fills the air. His curiosity fueling the need to see it for himself.
Imagine… James getting the air knocked out of his lungs because there at the counter is his Reggie, handing out candy to customers, a smile on his face as he watches them scream and laugh and try to figure out how the candy works. James knows it’s magic even if the other customers don’t.
Imagine… Regulus looking up and seeing James, a smile creeping across his face as he presses a finger to his lips and nods towards the delighted customers.
Imagine… Regulus whispering “look at them, Jamie. If anyone can use a bit of magic, it’s them, isn’t it?”
Imagine… they get to fall in love all over again.
(This TikTok got me thinking and as always Will was there to add fuel the fire… and the perfect dialog for Reg)
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justtrashperson · 1 year
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decided to redraw some of my miitopia designs
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synthshenanigans · 7 months
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Jashtober Day 1-Lunar
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He orple
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caluupin · 6 months
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apologies for the lack of postings, have a neuvi doodle
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justaduckarts · 11 months
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Just some doodles <3 Nothing major or plot important at all :)
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mithidria · 1 year
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i appreciate good wallowing in self pity and characters suffering but you’re telling me the pinochle crew did absolutely nothing for 2 weeks after they found out finn was nearly killed
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dent-de-leon · 10 months
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Every second Lucien spends in this bedroom makes his very skin crawl. Everything is too vibrant, too ridiculously colorful and childish. A monument to a glorified empty shell, a hollow puppet. A collection of useless trinkets the mage held onto as he wallowed in guilt, clinging to a forgotten memory. He saw the way the wizard's gaze fell upon him in stolen moments, softening with such wistful regret. The urge to just risk it all and reach out, beg a dead man to come home--
Lucien's heart seizes, caught in a vice, that little songbird fluttering desperately in its cage. Warring warmth and despair well up in his chest, constricting his every breath, claws and teeth tearing into his flesh from beneath the skin, beyond the grave. Love. Joy. Home. Magician— A mindless chant burning into his brain, bleeding in from the abyss. 
Loss, longing—ghosting at his breath, settling in his skin. Pleading eyes and bandaged hands, bloodied split lips pressed flush to warm skin, reassurances and promises and time sifting through his talons. 
Lucien sees him. Sees the delicate hairline fractures when everything starts to fall apart. Spiderweb cracks splintering out and cascading across his broken soul like a shattered mirror. And beside the shade, cradled so delicately in his own hands, held frozen in a gentle embrace—lies that bloody wizard. 
He scoffs at that. “You fell for him? Actually thought you could care about someone who would love you back? Like a real person?” 
White hot rage flares, the shard cutting away at his own heart. 
Lucien hums, claws grazing over a fine velvet tapestry, trailing down meticulously painstaking embroidery and glistening rhinestones. He sinks his talons into the fabric and rips right through, reveling in the sound as it all tears apart. And as he does, he lets distant memories drift back into focus. Playful banter, fond endearments--a warmth and rush of affection, grounding reassurance--his piercing gaze locked on those fearful, haunted eyes, tracking him for any sign of weakness--
Fear curls around the shard like a burial shroud, veiling him from Lucien’s gaze, trying desperately to hide his bleeding heart. 
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magicalgirlagency · 1 month
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I'll be honest with you folks, MahoAko is slowly convincing me to get into Nu:Carnival.
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Much like that animanga, this game's said to have magically-powered lewdness, a kinky protagonist, cute and marketable mascots, revealing costumes, and fleshed-out gay characters; but at least the characters in it are ADULTS.
If you're gonna make fantasy gay porn, at least make sure your cast is legal, goddamnit.
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