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wizardbusinesscomic · 9 months
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magiscutecorner · 7 months
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Shout out to magical girls, fr. You're the only ones who get me lol
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koffeewitch · 7 months
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Magical Reusable Stickerbooks ✨
For people with sticker commitment issues like me~
They will be available at shop launch, which I’m pushing for October 8th!
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pkmn-edits · 6 months
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Leafeon moodboard with witch theme edit!
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dark-raven-feathers · 11 months
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Making moodboard things based on other plague doctors, starting with Doctor X (1st one) and Doctor Iscariot (2nd one). (Next: Dr Athanasius and Jota the Arcade Doctor)
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makerofmoodboards · 2 years
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a fairycore moodboard! absolutely in love with this aesthetic lately
necklace 1 necklace 2 necklace 3 necklace 4
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skycookieart · 4 months
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Bows, pearls, and bleeding hearts
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magigalxx · 1 year
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being kind is not a weakness and whoever says otherwise needs to touch several blades of grass pls and thx
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snapshotofstories · 2 years
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So we all know the stories where the witch of a main character moves to a backwater town and tries to hide the fact that they’re the only one there practicing magic / witchcraft (even through the community can still tell that something is off).
What if, hear me out, it was the other way round? The new resident in town is mortal with a love of the mystic, everyone else is magical. The newbie wants to fit in and so pretends to be a witch. Several hijinks ensue!
The only question though is realistically how long can the mortal pull it off without something like a spell being cast to detect magic on her house? There’s only so many times technology, lying and coincidence will help.
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fyeahygocardart · 2 years
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Magicore Warrior of the Relics
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magiscutecorner · 6 months
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*Naruto Uzumaki voice* Ya know what? Maybe I do deserve all the love, hope, and joy in the world. What are ya gonna do about it, huh?!
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monitorkernelaccess · 3 months
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they put monika on the amiga home computer system
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streebgreeb · 2 years
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Great Openings in Literature #2: The Satanic Verses
‘To be born again,’ sang Gibreel Farishta tumbling from the heavens, ‘first you have to die. Ho ji! Ho ji! To land upon the bosomy earth, first one needs to fly. Tat-taa! Taka-thun! How to ever smile again, if first you won’t cry? How to win the darling’s love, mister, without a sigh? Baba, if you want to get born again …’ Just before dawn one winter’s morning, New Year’s Day or thereabouts, two real, full-grown, living men fell from a great height, twenty-nine thousand and two feet, towards the English Channel, without benefit of parachutes or wings, out of a clear sky.
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thewanderinginn · 2 months
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There is a box. A hidden box; one of the hardest places in the world to enter, let alone spy into. Kingdoms could break their magic on the protections surrounding the box long before they reached it.
The box is a room, a tiny space barely a foot across. It is hardly empty, but all of the interesting things surround the box. For instance, inside of it, the walls are layered; one is a lacquered layer of laminate woods. The most interior wall, and thus, the visible one is Chemath marble, one of the most powerful materials for holding magic. But it simply looks like drab stone; therefore, pillows and blankets and more amenities have been added to the room.
The box has multiple layers to each wall. Magicore, for instance, runs between two layers, creating an insulating barrier to magic. Another is a literal void to do the same for temperature and air.
The box is a room. It sits, not in the heart of the city, but high above it, near the top. For the city is a tree, and when the tree was first planted, they made it.
Or rather, they made a room, the most secure, magically isolated place they could find, that could survive a Tier 7 spell, perhaps even Tier 8—just to hold another box inside of it. That was how much they thought the other box, The Last Box—mattered.
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ask-de-writer · 2 years
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FIENDSHIP IS MAGIC  (Part 53 of ?)  18+ readers only  (sex scenes)
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FIENDSHIP IS MAGIC
or
Making Fiends and Influencing Ponies
An Anthro *Tail* of the Mane Six
Part 53 of ? (Work in Progress)
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58588 words (story in progress)
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Celestia offered the priests a folder.  “This contains the evidence that we have gathered regarding Charge One, Sedition against the Principality of Ponyville and the Kingdom of Equestria.”
The confounded priests stared at the damning images of them and the “stinkbug brigade” attacking the doors with sledge hammers and the battering ram!  In the notes accompanying the images were direct transcripts of them calling for the destruction of the place by smashing and fire.  It was noted as well that the address of the attack, 103 Friend Road, was the side stage doors of the Palace of Friendship, Seat of Government of the Principality of Ponyville and residence of Princess Twilight Sparkle.
Reverend Tightcollar read the notes in horror!  “Your Highnesses, we had no idea that this was the Royal Palace!  How could you allow it to be used for such a horrible gigantic act of public lewdness?”
Twilight replied dryly, “Are you in the habit of attacking places without knowing what they are?”
“We had information that there was going to be a huge act of public lewdness at the establishment at the end of Pride Lane!”
Princess Luna snorted, “A. You dodged Princess Twilight's question.   B. Are you seriously telling this Court that you did not so much as look at a map of the town of Ponyville when planning this crime?”
Reverend Sunshine retorted, “There was no crime!  We were trying to prevent a huge act of public lewdness which is an evil that cannot be overlooked!”
Celestia giggled, “Trying to prevent the so called act of public lewdness is an evil that cannot be overlooked?  I can agree to that!”
“Your Highness is twisting my words!  You know what I meant!”
“Indeed I do, Reverend, however you are wrong in several ways.  Let us begin with your claim of public lewdness.  The venue, which will charge admission, verify age, and prevent any outside viewing of what happens inside, is Prima Facie, not public.  As such, whatever acts may be performed on the stages inside are also not public.”
“Young ponies might sneak in by some ruse!  Think of the Foals!”
“I am.  If they do that, they are the ones committing the crime and therefore are the ones to be arrested, tried and punished according to the laws broken.  Those are at the minimum, trespassing and the use of false identification.  The venue and show will have done no wrong.
“This also applies to the five private clubs that you have instigated raids of.  PRIVATE, NOT PUBLIC.  You know it too.  After looting them for the tips of the dancing mares, you let them go without making any charges or any official records of the robberies committed.”
Twilight interjected, “While true, these points veer away from the charge, which is Sedition.  The attempt to destroy the government of the Principality.  We have moving images with sound demonstrating the whole of the attack on my palace.  For this charge, please stick to refuting the evidence and charge stemming from it.”
Reverend Afternoon winced as he offered, “We had what seemed a reliable tip. In fact, it was given to me.  The tip included a map of where the act was to be performed and the Pride Lane approach to it.  In hindsight, we should have looked deeper into the location with a street map.  Attacking your Palace was not our intent.”
Twilight's eyebrows rose into her bangs.  “Really?  May I ask whose idea it was to bring a stolen Ponyville Police Force battering ram?  Would you normally bring a battering ram to a raid?  Why only this time?”
Reverend Tightcollar asked in a calculating tone, “Given that we were unaware that the place that we were tipped off to was your palace, and that we ought to have looked more carefully at where we were going, may we have a reduction of the charge of Sedition?  We were not attempting to overthrow your government.”
Celestia, Luna and Twilight put their heads together.  Twilight snickered, “We have some wonderful things in store for them.  Sedition would put them over the Traitor's Drop.  They will be paying for the balance for the rest of their lives.  Attempted destruction of Royal property by force and arson?”
The Twins nodded, grinning diabolically.  “Like the way that you think, Twi.”
Turning to the defendants, Celestia nodded, “We are agreed to drop the lethal charge of Sedition if you will plead guilty to attempted destruction of Royal property by force and arson.”
Tightcollar swallowed hard.  “We will take the reduced charge, Your Highness. With the images that you have, our guilt on that is plain to see.”
All three Princesses nodded acceptance, “So ruled.  We will not pronounce a verdict until all of the charges are dealt with.”
Celestia handed over another bulging file to Tightcollar.  “These are witness statements given under a Bridge of Dream, relating to your tactics to raise a mob for the attempt on Royal property.  There are 218 of them.  Only a few were not coerced in some fashion.  Most feared being 'put on the List.'  None actually knew what that entailed.  Most suspected priest Sunshine as the caller who threatened them.  All agreed that they could not be certain of that.”
Priest Sunshine let out a sigh of relief.  The others were digging through the file.  Priest Tightcollar shook his head, pretty much all that he could do, considering not only the circumstances but the solid police horn cap preventing any use of magic.
He gestured to the file laying on top of the other one as he grumbled, “We did call ponies to come and help us in what we believed to be a holy task.  Guilty.”
Twilight looked up from the strawberry filled pastry that she was nibbling on and put down her coffee. “So noted.  We accept your guilty plea.  
“Now about charge three, subverting officers of the Ponyville police to carry out your illegal 'raids' on lawful business of Ponyville.  How do you plead?”
Tightcollar snarled, “Innocent.  We did not subvert them.  They came to us and asked how they could help us.  More to the point, they wanted to know what was in it for them!”
Before the princesses could react, Pinkie, who was watching over the snacks and coffee sucked in a breath of surprise!  “Oh!  That sounds so like the Stinkbug Brigade!  They always were ones to throw their weight around before you guys showed up!”
A chuckling Luna nodded to her fellow princesses.  “Bridge of Dream confirms that!  If they hadn't come to the Dawnguard Temple, it is likely that only some of this would have happened.”
Pinkie took advantage of the stunned silence to refresh snacks and coffee!
Celestia had a difficult time agreeing with the others because she was working her way through a butterscotch filled croissant!
Luna swallowed a bite of chocolate filled Bismark and pronounced, “This charge is reduced.  You did accept their service, planned the raids and profited from their illegal activities carried out at your direction.”
Twilight sipped some coffee to clear her throat before presenting, “Charge four, the subversion of a judge of the Ponyville civil courts to carry out and conceal your assorted illegal activities.  This judge also saw to the counting and distribution of the illegal gains from your assorted plots.”
Reverend Tightcollar looked through the file that Celestia gave him.  “Drat! You got a lot of detail here.  Thing is, while he worked for us, it was the officers who brought him to us.  They had some sort of hold on him through some improper paperwork.  We don't really know what that was.  We did use him and let him have a share of the profits.
“I guess that makes us guilty of that one.”
The three princesses agreed, “It does indeed.  Your guilt is formally noted.”
Princess Luna finished off a strawberry filled and chocolate topped cruller and read out, “Charge Five :  Ordering the attempted theft and transfer of real estate by the use of forged and counterfeited warrants of seizure.  Such warrants must have a royal seal and Princess Twilight was not notified of nor sealed the warrants, rendering them void.”
The until recently judge Horsefry snorted, “Don't see what the problem is!  There was never any fuss before this!”
Twilight pounced on that at once!  “Before this?  You have done warrants of seizure or eviction without my seal before these?”
“Done them for Sir Snobbin Realty fairly often.  If they was in a hurry to get the deadbeat tennants off the property.  Just do the warrant and leave the date blank.  Fix the date and put it into the next day's business for routine seals and all.  All it done was save some time on the paperwork.”
Twilight actually put down her snacks and coffee to regard Horsefry through slitted eyes.  She asked with the quiet of a serpent about to strike, “Do you have any idea why all seizures and evictions are required to have my seal before they can be served?”
He curled a lip as he replied, “So's you can be sure of getting your tax cut!”
TO BE CONTINUED
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