#magic collab

[faeriegirl]

"If someone says it's wrong to hope, I will tell them that they're wrong every time."

[inkrrred]

My contribution for the #MyPastIsNotToday2025 collab! It was amazing to work with so many talented artists that also love our dear sunbutt jr <3

[captainzigo]

fluttershy imagining herself as an alien from the au i make with @antboyyyy the aliens are called the seinop if you want to check the tags for more. angel gets wings because most vertebrate animals on their planet have six limbs.

[gabbyp09]

[eobe]

😱✨

MAKER, my dear folks, get FOX‘ed! 🦊☕️ Heavily!

Amber, I‘ll never forget how you surprised me with „The Spicy Fox“ – as I remember, I kind of escalated in bliss and wasn’t normal about this for a couple of days 🙈✨❤️‍🔥

I was never gifted such a writing before and then it was one that guided me into a caf shop of Coruscant, showing my craving artist���s eyes so much stunning details, I smelled the caf, I saw things right before my eyes… ☝️🫠

Artists know well, that this is it. I saw it, I draw it 👀✨

Thank you so much, for creating with me this beautiful art-writing-escalation-cycle 🤩🫶

… that grew into a very addictive COLLAB and I‘m so excited 👀✨☕️🦊❤️‍🔥

You packed and magicked what we had after your first gorgeous writing, buuuuut you also added hilarious new parts and I giggled quite mad about it hihihehehe 😁✨ and had so much fun and… got inspired again☝️🤷🏽‍♀️ This is the way! 😎

Art and writing – I‘m looking forward! 🤩 Ooooh yeah 🫠🙏

"The Spicy Fox": EXCITING UPDATE

It's no longer a one-shot! 😃

When a situation inspires a fic, and that fic inspires art, which inspires more fic, inspiring more art, more fic, more art...

✨ IT'S TIME FOR A TEAM-UP! ✨

This is a multi-chapter fic now! Beginning with Chapter 2, the (insert eighteen complimentary adjectives here) @eobe and I are creating more of this Fox x Reader story TOGETHER! 🦊☕✏️

Come check it out!

[mypastisnottoday2025]

Today marks the 10th Anniversary of "My Past is not Today", and evoking the song's themes of starting anew and moving forward, hundreds of artists from all over the world have secretly worked together to bring you the full #MyPastIsNotToday2025 Art Collab!

OVER 300 NEW FANARTS OF SUNSET SHIMMER!

Use the hashtag #MyPastIsNotToday2025 with a new drawing of Sunset of yours and we'll reblog it as well!

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HameKoi! - Oneshot by Anekawa

Translated by @skyekurisu Typeset by me

[daisycinnimon]

WONDERLAND X PRECURE‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️🔥🔥🔥🔥

[givelightningherharem]

NEW FANILLE CARDS FROM THE MTG COLLAB THEYRE SO PRETTY 🥺🥺🥺💕💕💕💕

I don’t understand how the heck this game works but it’s cool seeing the way their cards specifically being able to work together, and the fact they have a Ragnarok card as well??? That’s so cool!!!

[theftshrubbery]

The Chalice of Fate

The Apostle Saint John Evangelista; Peter Paul Rubens (1612)

[gabbyp09]

[captainzigo]

the seinop, aliens that i made up with @antboyyyy , abducting freakyshy. that’s stacy and her six legged ferret beaver helping hand

there’s plenty more about them in #seinop on our pages

[haruminyuu]

[nocasdatsgay]

The Binding

Pairing: none | Rating: M | Word Count: 1696

Summary: Eris is now High Lord and the House visits him in his sleep to make a deal.

Content Warnings: Suspense, creepy House, mentions of nudity, magic comes with a price, internalized homophobia, angst

This is for @thehouseofvanserra mini collab. It’s the last day! This was a fun little ride and I hope people enjoyed it.

Master List | Read on AO3

Tagging: @hieragalbatorixdottir @ninthcircleofprythian @mybestfriendmademe @thisblogisaboutabook @secret-third-thing @daycourtofficial @pit-and-the-pen

Eris’s body ached. He’d been awake for two days, running on adrenaline and his new found power as High Lord. He felt it around noon, the beginning of energy decline. He barely had enough motivation to eat something and bathe. When he finally slipped under the covers, his whole body melted into the bed. He closed his eyes and felt himself slip under. 

“Hello, Eris.” 

Eris startled, instantly reaching for the knife under his pillow. It wasn’t there. He turned back and in his room was a male. One he knew well. 

“Azriel?” The male didn’t move. 

He slipped out of bed cautiously. It looked like Azriel, with his broad shoulders and large wings. The leathers had the night blue stones that glowed in the dark. His face was the same, dark hair cut short. But something was off- those hazel eyes looked different, the smirk on his face didn’t fit. Eris realized he didn’t awake from the wards being tripped nor did he smell the cedar that accompanied the male. The fae lights were also on. He had turned them off. 

He was dreaming. But the thing in front of him wasn’t a part of the dream. 

“What are you?” Eris finally spoke. 

“You ask the right question.” Azriel grinned. “You should know me, Eris. I watched you come into this world in the room on the second floor. I watched you grow. I watched you murder your father in the throne room. I am The Forest House.” 

Somehow in this dream it made sense. The house was filled with magic. Over the centuries he’d witnessed things he could not explain. Corridors that didn’t exist on the maps. Rooms that would not be there the next day. Items he needed appeared near him. He’d read about the history of the house as a youngling and knew it was enchanted. What did not make sense was why his home appeared to him in the form of a lesser fae. A male lesser fae he despised.

“Then why do you look like that?” Eris scowled. 

“This?” The House gestured to itself. “I appear as what you prefer. Though, I’ve never appeared as a male before.” Eris felt his face heat. The House as Azriel laughed. “You cannot hide who you are from me, Eris Vanserra. I hold no judgement.”

“What do you want then?” Eris wanted to wake up but couldn’t seem to do it. 

Azriel’s smile grew almost sinister. The massive wings expanded behind him like a devil. “If you wish to live inside these walls, we must come to an agreement. You bind yourself to me, to the land.”

Eris physically recoiled. “As if I am a fool to fall for such trickery.”

“It’s not a trick. I came to your father centuries ago in his dreams. As I did with his father, and the father before. Are you familiar with Spring’s rite?” It tilted its head. “Your ancestor exchanged the yearly rite with this. The Binding.”

Eris frowned. He’d heard that word before. He had read about it in the history of The House. There was never a full detail of what it was. Simply that the High Lord and the land were one, bound by ceremony. Eris assumed it was tied to being High Lord. Something that happened immediately with the transition of power. He thought hard and remembered vaguely a statement of exchange but nothing of what that exchange was. 

“And what exactly is this binding?” He pinched the inside of his arm when he crossed them. Nothing happened. 

“You give me something,” Not-Azriel’s eyes raked over Eris slowly, with the heat of a lover. “And I give you my loyalty.” 

“I don’t have patience for your riddles,” he hissed. It was not lost to him that the vague statement was on purpose.“Speak plainly.” 

“I take a part of your soul.” Its grin didn’t fade. “Your father gave me his heart. Despite what he told himself, killing his entire family didn’t sit well with him. I only took some of it from his soul, despite him offering it all.” 

Eris’s stomach churned. The House as Azriel laughed wickedly.

It added, “You chose what to give me.” 

“A part of my soul is still a part of my soul.” 

There was heavy silence between them. Eris did not want to be here. He didn’t want to do this. He didn’t sign up to sell his soul to a being that lived in the house.

“I don’t live in the house, I am the house.” Eris felt the color drain from his face, fear running down his spine. The house laughed again. “You think too loud, new High Lord.” 

“So what exactly am I supposed to give you?” He snapped in defense. “My heart as well?” 

“I could take your shame,” it said quickly, those surreal hazel eyes widened. It was too quick and eager for Eris’s liking. “The hunger for this Illyrian that sits deep in your bones. It’s not like you want it anyways.”

“And what am I to gain in return, just your promise that I’ll be bound to the land I rule? I can find another way to bind myself to the land.” 

“Magic always has a price, Eris Vanserra. You can look for another way. But you can’t control what it takes from you. I’m offering you a choice. It’s a fair exchange I think. Prosperity of the land, the magic of the house- my magic, in exchange for your silly infatuation for a,” The house paused. “Lesser fae.” 

It felt strange to watch Azriel talk about himself like that. 

“Exactly how do you plan to take it?” 

“Most prefer carnal measures.” With a snap of its fingers, clothes were gone. 

Eris never saw the shadowsinger naked but his imagination seemed to have a solid idea of what he might look like. Heat pooled in his belly as his eyes raked over the naked male before him. His eyes stopped at the cock hanging between Azriel’s legs. It made his mouth water. 

“You like it?” Az whispered. Not Azriel. This was not Azriel, Eris had to remind himself. “I showed you mine, you show me yours.”

Eris shook his head. Something wasn’t right. “You plan to bed me.” 

“You can bed me if you like.” Eris blinked and in horror realized the cock on the fake Azriel was gone. The female’s sex was in its place. He squinted at Eris. “I’m more accustomed to this. But you don’t like it, do you?” 

“No,” Shame rolled through him and he averted his gaze. “Is there not another way to do this?” 

The house sighed and when Eris glanced back over, Azriel’s clothes were on. Azriel started walking towards him and Eris stepped back until the back of his legs hit the bed. Azriel was close to him. No, not Azriel. The House. Eris could feel his hair stand on end. Up close there was something off about the being before him. His jawline wasn’t right. The eyes were too murky. 

And yet he couldn’t move. 

“You aren’t like the other High Lords,” A scarred hand reached up and grabbed his jaw. Azriel’s voice shot lightning through Eris’s body, like the touch entranced him. “I look forward to serving you, Eris.” 

Eris grew weak in the knees, a moan escaping his lips at the sound of his name. Azriel’s sharp teeth flashed at him while the hands holding his chin grew claws. Eris knew he should be afraid, but instead he was filled with want. He wanted this creature. He wanted whatever it would give him. He wanted Azriel. Eris tried to focus but his gaze was blurry. 

Azriel cooed like a lover, “exchange a kiss with me. Give me your want for this fae and I will give you the true power you seek.” 

A whisper in his mind said no, he shouldn’t. 

“Please, Eris?” That sounded just like Azriel. Eris’s eyes were closed. Or were they open and seeing nothing? “If you won’t bed me, let me kiss you. I’ll make it good for you.” 

He felt a hand leave his chin and reach back into his hair. Another ran down his chest. Eris groaned, pleasure shooting down his spine. His eyes opened. There was Azriel, watching him. 

“Just once,” Eris said breathing heavily. 

He could have sworn he saw red eyes gleaming at him instead of hazel. 

Lips pressed against his own, and he pulled Azriel in close. It felt so good- he wanted more. A brush of something- a hand, down his chest. Scarred hands touching his warm skin. That was all he needed. Everything he wanted. He moaned into the mouth kissing him and focused only on the hard pulsing of pleasure he’d never felt before flooding his senses. He didn’t see Azriel pull back and shift into something else, something his mind couldn’t comprehend. Darkness covered his eyes and he felt pressure in his chest, like a hand reaching in. Something inside him snapped loudly. 

Eris woke, panting and looking around in the dark. He felt the cool wetness on his stomach and sleep pants- disgust and shame rolled through him the second he realized what it was. He stared at the ceiling, trying to remember what happened. He had made a deal. A deal with The House. He pondered further, focusing on his body. He felt no different. If anything he felt more rested than he had in years. It was possible it was just a dream and nothing more. He got out of bed and cleaned himself, shoving the dream away from his mind. 

In the Night Court, another male woke up with a start, his scarred hand flying to his chest. He stared at the ceiling, heart pounding. His shadows were deathly silent. He tried to figure out what was wrong and why he awoke. Though his memory was foggy, it felt like something in his chest was now slack. Like a taunt ribbon now cut. After a moment he shrugged it off, and got out of bed. He might as well get ready for his day since he was up. 

[yaoiconnoisseur]

Now you’ve caught me. I’m simply no match!” Sailor Star gasps, tossing the back of his gloved hand over his eyes, waiting for the end. In his other hand, his rod throbs, shooting glitter all over the Grey Harbor. The fish Devils are all around him. They could snap him in two with a thought. This really looks to be Sailor Star’s unfortunate end! But then the wand pops. Its head splits from its body. The hand over Sailor Star’s brow darts to the hilt and withdraws the galaxy’s loveliest jewel-encrusted dagger. Mystical hearts spring out from the blade, throbbing with affection for all mortal beings. The white-haired Sailor giggles, but even wreathed in the blessed Light of the stars, it’s not a pleasant sound. “Why, thank you all for coming close enough to kiss. Makes this so much easier.

Petty Guardian Sailor Star by ForeThot

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Simply One Hell of a Fiancée - Chapter 1

Series scanlated in cooperation with ElPsyKongroo Read on our site: https://mahoushoujobu.com/read/manga/Akumademo/1/1/ Read on MangaDex: https://mangadex.org/chapter/bef88b61-bfb6-4ec4-9474-3f22780bd18e/ Reddit: https://www.reddit.com/r/manga/comments/1i8zxj7/disc_simply_one_hell_of_a_fiancée_chapter_1/