#magic the gathering fanfiction
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Chapters: 3/5
Fandom: Magic: The Gathering (Card Game)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Ayara/Urabrask (Magic: The Gathering)
Characters: Ayara (Magic: The Gathering), Urabrask (Magic: The Gathering)
Additional Tags: Fairy Tale Elements, Set: March of the Machine (Magic: The Gathering), Plane: Eldraine (Magic: The Gathering), Phyrexians as a people who are capable of good or bad but most have been ground down by a Society TM, voluntary compleation, Not Canon Compliant, no beta we die like tibalt, Cultural Differences
Summary:
For Ayara, First of Locthwain, the start of the Phyrexian invasion of Eldraine was the beginning of a fairytale that she had long given up on being possible.
For Urabrask, meeting Ayara was the start of his fairytale but Phyrexians were not used to experiencing such things. Seeing Ayara was love at first sight and he had no idea what to do next.
Rating subject to change depending on the last chapter
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First three parts of my Furnace Spouses Fic is up!
#magic the gathering#urabrask#ayara#Ayara Furnace Queen#Magic the Gathering Fanfiction#Furnace Spouses#yellingwrites
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The full Ravnicademy 10-year-anniversary re-draw series, celebrating a decade of smacking Magic the Gathering characters together like dolls.
#from left to right-top to bottom#Jace/Liliana#Gideon/Chandra#Nissa/Emmara#Tezzeret/Baltrice#Avacyn/Lavinia/Tajic#fanfiction#magic the gathering#Ravnicademy
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What should I do today?
Massacre Girl had been enjoying her infamy after the case of her assassination attempt on Aurelia had been made public. The fact that it was done under the influence of a Selesnya mind-control pollen was kept off the official record, and so the rumors abounded as to who had ordered a hit out on the warleader and why. Massacre Girl did nothing to quash these rumors, as they brought her lots of attention from Rakdos cultists and plenty of new clients for her services.
Some in her guild had even put her name up for taking over Judith's place as Rakdos' right hand, but Massacre Girl never gave it any serious thought. She liked her current line of work, and even among the Cult of Rakdos, leadership positions came with politics and blood-red tape that she wasn't interested in tangling with.
With all her professional success, she couldn't help but feel like her private life was lacking. Massacre Girl had never had a large circle of friends. She liked most of her guild mates, but she wasn't close with many. Etrata was nice, but she was busier than ever helping that detective Proft out in between her usual work. Yep, Massacre Girl's life was moments of high exhilaration followed by long stretches of boredom.
During these stretches, Massacre Girl's mind often wandered back to that day when she had been led into Vitu-Ghazi on a leash. That had been an interesting experience to be sure. Massacre Girl didn't indulge in the lustful side of Rakdos' tenets as much as the Wrathful ones, but if she felt safe and secure, she could see herself enjoying the experience in the right place with the right person. Inside a killer tree with all of Ravnica's guildleaders was definitely not the right place, and Aurelia obviously wasn't the right person.
Still, Massacre Girl could admire a woman with a body count almost as high as her own.
"I wonder what she's up to these days?" Massacre Girl found herself asking aloud, leaning back on her ripped-up couch. She picked up a bloody newspaper that she'd picked up from her latest kill and skimmed the headlines. The Azorius were debating some new law about interplanar tariffs (yawn). An Izzet laboratory exploded (What a shocker). The Boros' Parhelion II was fully operational again after sustaining heavy damage in the Phyrexian invasion. It would be docked a few more days before returning to its place in the skies.
"Hmmmm." Massacre Girl fiddled with a dagger as she pondered the news. Ever since she was a young girl, the Parhelion had loomed overhead as a sign of the Boros Legion's authority and strength. And now, Massacre Girl decided she was going to break in for shits and giggles.
#MKM Spoilers#MKM#murders at karlov manor#magic: the gathering#mtg#aurelia#massacre girl#WarleaderGirl#Fanfiction
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The invasion of Ravnica
I found it kinda sad, that we didn't get enough "The Multivers fights the Phyrexian" and so I've had the idea to write a little story about the Invasion of Ravnica and what the guilds might have learned after Bolas. Hope you like! (Yeah... there are some more gilds... but I kinda focused on my favorites. And yes: I do like the Azorius-Fun-Police-Senat)
RAVNICA
As the dark-skinned elf roamed the streets of Ravnica to run his errands, he was accompanied by a persistent, uneasy feeling. It wasn't nausea from bad mussels or a night of drinking. It was the feeling that gave you the creeps. The feeling, or rather, the instinct that is anchored in us to immediately take flight without knowing exactly where to go and why. The tension and adrenaline that ensured that all muscles were ready for immediate action. Eule, the courier, could not explain where these almost omen-like thoughts came from. Admittedly, he had survived the invasion by the God-Pharaoh Nicol Bolas and, as a Dimir agent, was entitled to a healthy dose of paranoia. But this feeling was... different. He had spent the whole morning trying to work out the reason for it and logically get to grips with his feelings. But in vain. Perhaps there were so many little things that you didn't even pay attention to in everyday life, but which subconsciously kept you constantly occupied. The fact that more and more of these strange symbols had appeared in the city. A circle divided vertically by a long line. Strange cloud formations. The way the light fell on the tin road. It all didn't feel... right.
Arriving at the Guild's headquarters, he looked at the still large, circular hole gaping in the building. It was a silent memorial to all who had fallen in that battle and a lasting reminder that they were not alone. It wasn't just crazy dragon planeswalkers out there in the multiverse. A millennia-old war was brought to these streets and so many innocent people died. And not only that. The city was forever changed. The hole Eule stood in front of and in the distance you could still see the last remains of Vitu Ghazi. The tree that was forced into an elemental and went down fighting. Many of the inhabitants of Ravnica therefore met the familiar planeswalkers with fear. Ral Zarek, guild leader of the Izzet, didn't care - God knows he had more important problems - but there was a negative mood among the population. The ignorance of what a Planeswalker was mixed with the fear of what else was out there and the shattering realisation that there was an "out there" at all. Ravnica was a planet and a single city. It already made you feel small and sometimes insignificant. But now?
The elf's blue eyes stared at the sky, lost in thought, as if he would find answers there. In a way, this was also true when these strange symbols appeared in the sky. But only for a moment, until the circle simply opened up and a kind of portal appeared. Organic-looking roots clad in whitish-looking metal snaked through it and after a short time the ground broke open. Similar outgrowths erupted here too and while Eule's bag was still falling to the ground and he was running, he realised one thing: Ravnica was being invaded again.
Azorius Senate
It would never quite come out in the open - and frankly, it didn't matter - why the Azorius were able to react so quickly to the attack. Rumour had it that it was the precognition mages, who had fuzzy visions of the future but saw enough for Lavina, the interim guild leader, to prepare for anything. After the invasion of the Mad God, they wanted to be able to act more quickly in the event of future interplanetary conflicts. In a small circle of 30 selected members of the Azorius, various emergency procedures and sub-clauses were drawn up, which made a quick reaction on the part of the Senate possible and also legally legitimised it. It was hoped that these clauses would never have to be invoked, but it was better to be safe than sorry.
This foresight of the clairvoyant magicians made them feel uneasy that morning. Without being able to catch any concrete glimpses of the future, their statement put the entire senate on heightened alert. However, only the relevant members of the "Meeting Committee for the Prevention and Security of Ravnica and its Guilds", or M.C.F.T.P.A.S.O.R.A.I.G for short, were informed of this. Not only did this committee consist exclusively of members of the Azorius Senate, but it was also broadly diversified in order to ideally bundle the individual focuses and specialisations of the guilds and, if necessary - like today - to direct them in an effective action plan against an as yet unknown enemy. So couriers were sent out and - just to be on the safe side - Sonnenheim was put on standby. Maybe it was nothing. Perhaps it was a good exercise, because something like Nicol Bolas should never happen again.
Lavina wasted precious seconds at her office window as her mind tried to interpret what her eyes saw there. Huge, metallic tentacle-like outgrowths seemed to be coming out of holes directly in the ground and sky. These "tendrils" looked as if they were encased in a white metal, but the reflective glow didn't seem to match metal and it looked more like porcelain. Lavina's focus then centred on the portals and what the brown eyes saw behind them was a living nightmare. A nightmare of metal, precision and perfection.
With a quick movement, she opened the tightly closed, metallic tube on her belt and pulled out a piece of parchment. Immediately it unfurled its magic and all of Ravnica was warned.
The three gigantic, triangular pillars surrounding the fountain inside New Pravh immediately shone with a warm, bright light, while all the previous sky runes were extinguished at once. The previous law changes and announcements gave way to the urgent message that Ravnica was once again under siege and all defence protocols had been activated. Citizens were advised to seek shelter calmly and without panic or not to leave their homes. In view of the chaos that had already ensued, these words seemed like a farce.
Seconds later, various airlocks opened in the three towers of the Azorius Senate building and an uncountable number of Thopthers - a retained change from the previous guild leader - swarmed out like a gigantic swarm of bees. The task of the metallic fliers was to warn all the districts of Ravnica, but also to broadcast visually over the entire city - or at least the 10th district.
At the same time, countless Verdalken mages gathered on the ground at the large, central fountain in New Pravh. Various hand movements followed in practised synchrony and after the nullification mages rose into the air, a transparent dome formed around the Senate headquarters. No spell would now be able to penetrate the seat of the Laws. Runes of pure light flew around the mages, whose concentrated gaze became filled with fear after a moment. From their elevated position, they could see what they were up against. They had survived Bolas. But this was a completely different category of enemy.
The defence of the Senate building against the metallic, insectoid warriors was taken over by the members of the Lyev Column. The trained special unit for internal security immediately streamed out of the main buildings, clad in shining silver and blue capes. Armed with lances, swords and warhammers, the melee fighters positioned themselves around the Senate itself, while other units consisting of battle-hardened paladins and powerful clerics took care of the protection of the citizens. Various units, some even on horseback, were now also spread throughout the city and the first clashes between attackers and defenders could be heard loudly.
Boros legion
Aurelia, the red-haired angel and guild leader of the Boros, read the news of Lavinia with concern. As much as the angel lived for the battle, she hoped for the safety of her city and its inhabitants. And this could never be guaranteed in a war. As the Boros had to reckon with unexpected training sessions every day, the many members were at work with routine safety and, as befitted soldiers, they did not question orders from their superiors.
Aurelia was divided when the invasion began. On the one hand, there was now certainty and action could finally be taken. On the other hand, it was the inhabitants of Ravnica who suffered the most. The city itself. So should the leader be happy that the adjustment and uncertainty was falling away from her? She routinely shook off any feelings and the red-haired angel rose into the air with powerful beats of her wings. An aura of fire enveloped the guild leaders and she allowed the heavy gates of Sonneheim to open. The Boros garrison moved out to defend Ravnica.
The synchronised appearance of the soldiers running in step towards the giant roots shook the cobblestones and served as a warning to many citizens. Minotaurs, giants, humans and vashinos alike charged towards the enemy. Armed with lances, swords and an arsenal of devastating magic, the enemy's ground troops were immediately engaged in battle. But how did one fight something that did not understand fear itself and yet evoked fear in everyone else? Strange creatures that seemed to be more metal than flesh, with unreal eyes and disproportionate mouths, pounced on the legionnaires and soldiers with no regard for their own health. However, the battle-hardened Boros constantly regrouped and were quickly able to set up various defences so that the nearest residents could flee. But even some of them began to wonder whether they stood any chance at all against these creatures. After a while, fellow fighters who were thought to be dead got up again - but changed forever. Cables tore open their skin, metallic lenses literally burst from their eyes as their bodies tried to repel everything organic. Glistening black oil dripped from various pores and while some of the victims screamed in pain, a look of rapture could be seen on their disfigured faces.
While the ground troops suffered losses but were able to hold their positions, they tried to fight the root of the evil in the sky. Through the cloudy sky, another monster burst forth in the direction of the roots. The Parhelion II. The flagship and mobile centre of the Boros garrison. With incredible thrust from two nozzles on the underside of the gigantic building, the object headed slowly but inexorably towards the roots of the worldbreaker. At a suitable distance from the enemy, the many airlocks on the front opened and to the distant observer it looked as if white doves - a sign of peace - had been released. But none of the angels that swooped down on the enemy were meant to bring peace. Only salvation. With merciless precision, the countless heavenly squadrons swooped down on the enemy. The enemy needed several minutes - important minutes that greatly minimised the numbers of the attackers - to adjust to the new danger. When he tried to launch a coordinated counterattack, however, the angels scattered in all directions as if on command. The last thing the enemy saw was the grounded energy weapon of the Parhelion II. Light as pure, bright and hot as the sun itself burst upon the enemy's troops, melting metal and skin alike. All that was left behind were steaming lumps of metal and the almost undamaged "branch" of this strange tree. This naturally dampened the initial euphoria of the sky warriors and it sank almost to the bottomless pit as for every enemy defeated, it felt like two new ones came through the portal on the other side. But as long as even one Boros was standing, they would fight for Ravnica. And this is exactly what Aureila shouted at the top of her lungs as she crashed down on the enemy again: "FOR RAVNICA!“
Izzet league
Lavinia had long struggled with whether the Izzet League should be integrated into the early warning system for Ravnica. On the plus side, the Izzet had a perfect knowledge of the city and enough equipment to cause a lot of damage by exploding. On the downside, they had enough equipment to cause a lot of damage through explosions. And a chemo-voltaic radiation condenser, for example, made no difference between aggressor and inhabitant. But the new guild leader, Ral Zarek, assured the M.C.F.T.P.A.S.O.R.A.I.G that he would proceed with caution for the inhabitants of Ravnica in the event of a potential interplanetary or multiversal threat. Now the leader of the Azorius hoped that she would not regret her decision. The Storm Mage might inspire confidence - but the unpredictable goblins... She didn't want to finish the thought.
In Nivix, the headquarters of the Izzet League, there was no difference to a normal Tuesday afternoon. Explosions could be heard in the distance and, as various goblins rushed around to fulfil orders for their lab leaders, the smell of electricity (and, strangely, barbecued meat) was everywhere. On the rooftops of Nivix, the Storm Mage with the grey mottled hair watched the invasion of enemies not entirely unknown to him.
New Phyrexia.
Jace had reported it, and as much as he wanted to help and be a part of the rush to the Machine World, he was also Ravnican. This was his home. This was where Tomik lived. This was where he grew up. The multiverse was at stake and perhaps deep down Ral Zarek felt like a coward, a traitor or an egotist. But at that very moment, he had to live with his decision and all the consequences it entailed. As well as the certainty that the invasion meant the failure of the Gatewatch. He fervently hoped that he would not encounter any of his old acquaintances in a nightmarish caricature of themselves. Zarek repeatedly asked himself whether his presence would have made a difference. Whether his abilities would have led to victory. But looking at this enemy, he wasn't sure what would have helped at all. Jace spoke of a Sylex and Kaya was very convinced in the presence of Teferie. But apparently none of that had been enough. The only thing Ral could do now was to fight for his city. He took another deep breath and focussed his entire analytical mind on the here and now. He had to have a clear head. He hadn't been a friend of M.C.F.T.P.A.S.O.R.A.I.G from the start. Too long. Too bulky. Too Azorius. That's why there was the Izzet version CM-LPG. "Activates the counter-motion loss power grid," came Ral's words over the small radios that had been developed some time ago - for just such cases.
What happened next surprised Phyrexians and Ravnicans alike. In a four-shift, three-person rotation, there were houses at strategic points in Ravnica that had been bought by the Izzet League some time ago. Extensive conversion work was carried out there, so that with the obligatory press of a red button, the 13 diesel engines in the house came to life. Four hyper-torque drivers and gyro-stabilisers at the most motion-critical points and cooling by crystallised ice magic ensured that the houses pushed themselves upwards through two hydraulic legs. After a gap opened in the floor on the now exposed underside of the house, four more legs appeared and the three joints made the house look like a gigantic, clumsy spider.
Reinforced by metal on the inside and protected by the natural masonry, the 3 people were able to operate the running bulwarks and keep the enemy at bay. Sufficient armament - partly due to unstable and risky research projects - was part of the basic equipment of the counter-movement loss power grid. It was intended to keep the enemy at bay until either the inhabitants could flee to safe havens or the Boros, Selesnijans or Azorius could dig in.
#lexxlikes magic the gathering#magic the gathering#fanfiction#fan writing#izzet league#azorius senat#boros legion#boros#azorius#izzet#invasion of ravnica#ravnica#phyrexia#march of the machines#new phyrexia#writing#mtg#mtg community
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when you want to read the fanfiction but you can’t because you haven’t finished the series yet and don’t want spoilers
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Not my usual but: Halsin from Baldur's Gate 3 because I love him
#halsin#baldur's gate 3#baldur's gate iii#baldurs gate halsin#druid#dnd#dungeons and dragons#magic the gathering#fanfiction#reader insert
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So...if I were to mention that I'm working on Magic: The Gathering oneshots based on definitions from The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows by John Koenig...
#jasper post#tumblr polls#writing#my writing#magic the gathering#the dictionary of obscure sorrows#fanfiction#fanfic
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Ral/Tomik Fanfic ideas
should I write these?
College AU where they are roommates
early meet rich boy poor boy cliche
omenpath romantic vacation
becoming dads
I'll add more as they come to mind.
#non fic post#ideas#ral/tomik#mtg fanfic#fanfiction#fanfic inspiration#fanfic#fanfic ideas#mtg#magic the gathering#ral zarek#tomik vrona
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Hey so I made some fanart of Steel and Oil by @chefwhatnot
I dunno if anyone could figure it out since it's not my best work, but it's the POV character (Atraxa) in several, kinda-overlapping, moments in time. I wonder if anyone can spot them all
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Endurance - Chapter 51 - itsalwaystheapocalypse - Shades of Magic - V. E. Schwab [Archive of Our Own]
#endurance fic#adsom#adsom fanfiction#adsom fanfic#a darker shade of magic#a gathering of shadows#a conjuring of light#magic#fanfiction#archive of our own#ao3#ve schwab
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Summary:
As worries of Phyrexian incursions on various planes grows, two planeswalkers, Clelia and Ariael, volunteer to go to Dominaria to look for evidence of the Phyrexians being on the plane. Doing so changes the course of their lives forever as they both do whatever it takes to make it back to each other and those they love.
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Chapter Summary:
Ariael receives a mission from Elesh Norn that will allow her to show the glory of New Phyrexia to those she loves.
But why does she still feel an ache in her soul?
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GUESS WHO’S BACK!! It’s me, I’m back. Anyway this chapter starts a little scary but I promise this story has a happy ending, I just need to put Atraxa through the wringer first. Thanks for all the support! Hope you enjoy.
@bace-jeleren mentioning u to make sure u see it, hope you don’t mind
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Felt like drawing my "original" villain character I made for my Magic the Gathering fanfiction, Beyond the Neon Veil, because the only other art was just them standing around.
Understanding who and what they are requires you being way on this fanfic's ass, so for the uninitiated, they're a mystery character who's soul is bonded with the Oni, Hidetsugu. This is the form they take when it's time to smash some skulls for fun.
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Infiltration
Massacre Girl waited for the cover of night. She had borrowed a flying mount from a contact of hers in the Simic. It was some unholy hybrid of bat, lemur, and manta ray named Fuzzy.
Fuzzy and Massacre Girl glided through the cold city air towards the Parhelion II. Angels and Sky knights gracefully circled around on patrol. However, Massacre Girl easily guided her mount to descend quickly through a blind spot. Fuzzy's wings folded inward as they came to a stop in a small overhang in the flying fortress's structure. Hidden under the towering steel, Massacre Girl dismounted andpatted Fuzzy on the head. Telling them to stay put, Massacre Girl began to tread carefully towards a metal hatch on the wall nearby.
The hatch was much too tightly sealed for her to pull open herself, but she could neatly use a vial of acid to melt through its hinges. Then, all Massacre Girl had to do was wait patiently until the acid had done its work, and then lift the hatch door up and gently lay it down on the deck.
Inside of the Parhelion II, Massacre Girl found rows and rows of barracks down seemingly endless halls. The interior was made mostly of spotless marble floors and metal beams crossing the ceilings and walls. Most of the Boros Legionnaires aboard the Parhelion II were asleep by now, and so the magical hall lights were only dimly pulsating. Massacre Girl's jagged teeth reflected this soft light as she smiled mischievously. The first stage of her adventure was over.
There were a few possible objectives Massacre Girl could accomplish while on board the Parhelion II. She could go down to the prison sector and free the prisoners there to sow chaos, she could kill a few higher ranking legionnaires to sow fear, or she could just wander around until something else caught her fancy. Plan C was the only option available to her at the moment, as she had no idea what the layout of this gargantuan war machine was.
Whatever actions she took tonight, they had to be over and done with before sunrise, or else her chances of escape would drop like a stone. Therefore, Massacre Girl jogged down the halls, her feet making no noise even on the hard stone floors. She hastily glanced at the labels of rooms and stairways, looking for any hints as to where she was, but to no luck. Every map and plaque was marked by numbers and letters that didn't mean anything to Massacre Girl.
Grunting in frustration, Massacre Girl pushed open the door of a stairwell and slid down the rails to descend to the next floor down. She had landed near the upper levels of the Parhelion II. If it was anything like a normal Boros building, the more secure areas would be in the center of the complex.
After twisting around corner after corner until her ankles began to ache and her eyes were straining, Massacre Girl finally rounded to face a grand door blocked by an iron portcullis. Two human legionnaire guards marched in lockstep back and forth, but had not yet noticed her. Now this room had some potential. All it took was a brief moment of distraction for Massacre Girl to strike her victims with a set of darts laced with a paralyzing toxin. It wasn't potent enough to do any lasting damage to a grown human, sadly. However, it worked to instantly render both guards inert and unconscious on the ground. This allowed Massacre Girl to casually stroll up to the door, whistling a happy tune. A lever next to the door stood out, and Massacre Girl used both her hands to haul down on the lever in order to raise the portcullis. It made a dangerous amount of noise, but whoever worked or lived in this room clearly was important enough to have this whole floor to themselves, because Massacre Girl hadn't seen any other rooms nearby.
Once the spearlike rods of the portcullis were set tight above the arch of the door, Massacre Girl twisted the doorknob and gently swung open the door. The lights were all off inside, but Massacre Girl could tell it was a living quarters. To her side was a small closet mostly filled with greaves, mail, and other armor pieces. Further inside of this space was an entry parlor with a few pieces of wooden furniture and a small kitchen next to it. With her assassin's heightened senses, Massacre Girl could tell that there was a person just around the corner, but there was no threat or danger in the air. Asleep, Massacre Girl concluded.
Taking out a set of fresh daggers, she tiptoed her way past the closet and the chairs and the kitchen. A wooden door, much less decorative and far less fortified than the previous, stood slightly ajar. It looked relatively well kept, if plain, so Massacre Girl hoped it did not creak. Biting her lip in anticipation, she raised a hand and softly pushed against the door with her fingertips.
With no windows or lights, the room was so pitch-dark that even Massacre Girl needed a moment to adjust her eyes. A large, rectangular bed was the centerpiece of the room. In the inky blackness, she could still see the pattern of the Boros Legion covering the bedsheets. Underneath those sheets was a person, fast asleep. They slept on their stomach, with one hand hanging limply off the bed, grazing the cold marble floor underneath. Their long hair spread out in all directions like an octopus's tentacles, completely enveloping their face and upper back. The resting figure wore simple linen pajamas with no ornamentation. What Massacre Girl noticed most was a sword in its scabbard resting on the edge of the bed, and a pair of feathery wings hugging their owner like another blanket, rising and falling with her even breaths.
This was Aurelia the Warleader's bedchamber.
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True friendsship is reading smutty fanfics while ur friend is teaching your other friend how to play magic of the gathering
#I have no idea how this game works#It's not going well for them#They are bullying the newer player#But I did get to keep the hot unpaid cards#It is good fanfic tho#And it is hazbin hotel fanfiction#magic the gathering#smutty fanfiction#fanfics#card games#hazbin hotel fanfiction#freindship
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y'all i'm in the trenches i'm back into my shades of magic obsession so please have this very sad very hurt/comfort Kell and Holland thing I wrote
#a darker shade of magic#kell maresh#holland vosijk#shades of magic#the fragile threads of power#ve schwab#queer love#ao3#queer fanfiction#fantasy literature#adsom#a gathering of shadows#a conjuring of light
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