#magical artifacts

[edmundpevensiesqueen]

for @jaytimweek day 3: green we’ve got a long one lol

this baby is over 22k which is crazy bc green was the concept i was struggling with the most until @flavourlessfiction offered to help me out so thank you so much! 😘🥰

[lockhinge]

[After fighting some very weird monsters...]

DM: Well, your new magic sword was going to be named after the first thing you killed with it... Player: ..."Behold, I am Clown Eater!" ... "They call me... Gummy Worm Slayer!!"

[rinatthemin]

Tyl

Aethereal life is long, but not eternal. Upon the death of an aethereal organism, the aether contained within its cells will first denature and shed the chemical bonds that defined the organism’s magical properties in life, then dissipate into the environment. The rare exception to this rule occurs when aethereal bodies are preserved in conditions that result in fossilization, producing one of Cirea’s most coveted resources — mineralized aether, also known as aetherstone or tyl. 

By forestalling natural aethereal decay, the fossilization process preserves and stores within tyl traces of consciousness, in addition to the magical functions that were properties of the aethereal when it was alive. Most of these traces are simple passive echoes of instinct or reflex, but in cases of exceptional preservation they may retain a degree of autonomy and the ability to react to the user, through which they may either prove receptive to casting on command, or (more commonly) too restless and temperamental to ever be controlled.

Uses for tyl vary regionally, shaped by the distinct biosphere of the region’s past and the distinct culture of its present. Magic practitioners may embrace the wildness of raw tyl and the unpredictability of harnessing it straight out of the ground, or they may carefully catalogue and analyze its origins and functions, introducing delicate alchemical adjustments to fine-tune its behavior. Many an expansionist society has driven settlement of new lands by the promise of untapped wealth in their endemic tyl deposits, and the allure of unearthing uniquely powerful remnants of as-yet undiscovered creatures from Cirea's ancient past.

[tristarnova]

Should make mention all of them are magical artifacts or have some sort of purpose, which is why the main protagonists are trying to get them back.

[theversevoyager]

Once upon an ancient cosmos, where galaxies collided with love, two stars entwined their destinies in a celestial dance. Their epic quest for unity began, guided by the wisdom of a magical artifact - a poem etched in stardust. With each verse, they unlocked new dimensions, and together, they forged a constellation of passion, illuminating the void with their love's radiance.

[thekingdomofran]

Warehouse 13 appreciation post

(I used halo tags on this post because I mentioned some halo stuff in it, so if this post found you and and you were expecting halo, I apologize for the microscopic amount of halo in it, feel free to read it anyway, you might find something you never knew you needed)

I recently finished watching Warehouse 13 and am now watching The Librarians and I don't think I will ever find this high again. Both shows are on prime if any of you feel like joining me here at the top of the steampunk/magical artifact mountain. (Please join me, it's so lonely up here)

I also have a theory that the library is either a future or alternate universe version of the warehouse. Like, they have the exact same function, same idea, and what's even better (but completely useless info in universe) is the librarians first aired the same year warehouse 13 got over. But, as far as I can tell, they have nothing in common. Except the " hide magical artifacts from the world" thing and maybe some bit parts from the actors, but those details are hard to come by and difficult to decipher.

Future version theory: I think that eventually a future caretaker decided to call it the library instead of a warehouse because

Libraries are more magical.

Warehouses have a reputation of being old, damp, and boring. Which would have worked for Artie's steampunk vision for it and it would also have previously helped remove some of people's curiosity about it. But, maybe it wouldn't work for someone who likes fantasy and and wishes they could live in an Elven castle with a library full of magic.

Alternate universe theory: The caretaker deciding to call it a library happens exactly the same way, but in a branch of the warehouse's timeline where it either happens earlier, or possibly was never called a warehouse in the first place.

I realize there are some problems, one being that I'm pretty sure the warehouse names itself, so I don't actually know how it would be changed to being called the library. But, surely the earliest warehouses weren't called warehouses because they were there in like, the stone age or something. Like warehouse 2 was a pyramid, and the word warehouse was first recorded being used in the 1300s. So, warehouse 2 must have been retroactively named that because it predates the 1300s.

Also, Eve Baird reminds me of Veronica Dare from halo 3: ODST. But, Eve is just a liiittle bit softer and I think she's not AS stuck up though she comes SO close to being a live action Veronica that it keeps tripping me up.

[fusionx963]

NEVER throw away ur comfort plushies!!

not only will u regret it, but u've put ur time, energy n love into them. by all the laws of magic, that makes them magical artifacts

[tamisdava2]

[prosegalaxy]

In twilight's glow, the stranger came, A family secret unveiled by fate; Long-lost kin, with tales of quests grand, Enchanted artifacts, magic at hand. The old mansion stirred, its walls did speak, Of heroes bold, their stories so unique. The young and weak, now brave and strong, Became the guardians of what's right and wrong. Together they ventured in a quest so grand, To find the artifacts, magical and planned. They fought with foes, both dark and divine, And conquered the world, a tale of their time.

[arduousfanfare]

Beware Citizens! A Wizard has lost one of their magical artifacts! If found please carefully return it to your Local Wizards Council immediately!

16th century ring that unfolds into an astronomical sphere

[nidamae-approvedhpfanfics]

Binding of Power

By: SinOnUs

After the war, Hermione Granger accepts a Ministry assignment that places her inside Malfoy Manor, forced to work alongside the very man she once despised: Lucius Malfoy.

But as they navigate ancient artifacts, cursed bloodlines, and dangerous political currents, an unexpected magical bond awakens — one that neither of them can ignore. What begins as mutual intellectual wariness transforms into reluctant fascination, simmering attraction, and eventually, a dangerous intimacy neither could have anticipated.

As old powers stir and the Ministry tightens its grip, Hermione must decide how far she is willing to bend the world that once defined her — and who she is willing to become.

Lucius, ever the master strategist, sees in Hermione not a weakness, but the key to rebuilding House Malfoy into something stronger than blood purity ever offered.

In a world that fears what they represent, they choose each other — fully, irrevocably, and publicly. But power always has a price.

A slow-burn, enemies-to-lovers tale of dominance, trust, ancient magic, and the kind of love that reshapes the world.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66596236/chapters/171789532

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Hermione Granger/Lucius Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Lucius Malfoy, Hermione Granger/Lucius Malfoy - Freeform, Enemies to Lovers, Slow Burn, Slow Romance, Magical Bond, Ancient magic, Magical Accidents, Magical Artifacts, magical politics, Power Dynamics, Slytherin Lucius Malfoy, Strategic Lucius Malfoy, Smart Hermione Granger, Strong Hermione Granger, Intellectual Foreplay, Emotional Manipulation, mutual respect, Consent, Possessive Lucius Malfoy, Political Intrigue, Law bending Hermione Granger, Power Couple, Magical Pregnancy, Dom/sub Undertones, Malfoy Manor as a Character, ministry politics, lightly dark themes, redemption arc, Smut, sensual content, Canon Divergence - Post-War

[toobwaysider]

BIG BAD VOODOO DOGGIE

In tomorrow’s edition of the weekly newspaper The Canterville Portal, they are publishing a warning to all dog lovers and/or dog owners (sadly, there is a difference) that they should avoid purchasing imported chew toys which were made in the Flatlands dimension.

The world is not a nice place, and the same holds true for those ancillary worlds of Canterville, the pocket dimension which is a limbo state still tethered to the Connecticut Notch, yet inaccessible to its neighbors; and the Flatlands, a flat planet in its own, larger, dimension, where it is stitched together by a crazed toddler godling who stole whole landmasses and civilizations to add to its collection, countries forgotten now by Earth save as fiction in myths, Bible stories, and a few works of literature.

The news story was initiated because of recent events in Canterville, and it has mushroomed into a wider investigation which – allegedly – has spread into the Flatlands.

Apparently there is a practitioner of the Dark Arts somewhere in the Flatlands who has been crafting chew toys which have a vaguely human appearance. But when handled by the purchaser, these chew toys not only resemble the pet owners, but they absorb a reflection of their personality as well. In effect, they become voodoo doll chew toys.

No harm comes to the dogs; it is only the humans who would be injured, and possibly even killed, by such a vicious spectral mauling.

The Monitaur agents working out of Pooticuck County in the Flatlands have been investigating, and they embargoed a huge shipment of these chew toys (under various brand names) which had been scheduled for export into Canterville. There was more than ever would be needed by dog owners in the former Fort Kathlyn farmlands, so it appears that the original scheme was to smuggle the rest through the thin walls between worlds and inflict these chew toys on the populace of the United States.

Such business is controlled by the Simcooth Conglomerate (unfortunately, Canterville has no regulations against monopolies), but they claim innocence in the matter. Of course they do.

The Monitaurs are working to discover who the thaumaturge might be who is capable of such villainy, but there are so many repressive states and evil empires in the Flatlands, and the resources for the Monitaurs to work undercover espionage in those foreign lands is limited.

And the possibility exists that it could be a “freelance” necromancer plotting their own machinations.

Of course, because of interdimensional diplomacy protocols, the Monitaurs can neither confirm nor deny those reports.

Luckily the Monitaurs assigned to the Canterville dimension, mostly to safeguard access to the vortals back to Earth and to the Flatlands, were quick to respond when somebody did fall victim to the voodoo chew toys.

Emil deWintrie is a Canterville expatriate, now living down South in Candletop. (There are reclusive communities of relocated Notchfolk throughout the country.) But he had returned to Canterville to visit family and do a big favor for two of his friends….

Those friends are Blake Wiyomin, a public relations consultant (who is descended from those blue-skinned aliens who crashed in Connecticut under cover of a meteor explosion in 1807) and his husband, Gabriel Knoft (music teacher at Canterville High School.)   They were going to spend their honeymoon in the Flatlands, touring several of the islands in the archipelago of the Sundering Sea, which cleaves the Flatlands nearly in half. But they needed someone to watch over Damosel, their puppy, for those two weeks.

Damosel and Emil got along great, bonding almost as if they always belonged together. On the day before Blake and Gabriel were to come back home through the vortals, Emil stopped into Swedyon’s pet supply shop to find a toy to give Damosel, in hopes that she would remember their time together whenever she played with it.

One of those malefic chew toys caught his eye and he bought it for her.

When they got back to Blake and Gabriel’s home, Emil was surprised to find that the chew toy looked something like him. He thought that might help in imprinting memories of him in Damosel’s mind, but to further seal that deal, he rubbed the toy all over himself to make it his perfect avatar.

I will spare you the details.

When he gave it to the puppy, Damosel eagerly grabbed it in her mouth, her teeth lightly clenching the doll in its midriff.

Emil suddenly felt the slight pangs of intestinal distress, but couldn’t determine if he needed to go to the bathroom or to the kitchen to make a sandwich. The puppy meanwhile happily tossed her new toy in the air in the living room and suddenly Emil was gripped by the rush of vertigo.

And that’s when Damosel sank her teeth into the doll’s left leg.

Emil screamed in agonizing pain.

When Damosel’s parents walked back into their home the next morning, they found Emil on the kitchen floor, unconscious, with Damosel solicitously lying across his stomach, whimpering quietly as though she also was in pain.

While Blake called eleventy-one to report the emergency, Gabriel noticed that aside from all the blood soaking the left pant leg, the pants were otherwise unmarked. There was no indication that they had been chewed.

Emil deWintrie recovered quickly, although there is some scarring. (Canterville physickers have access to medical… “talents,” which are only the stuff of legend in the outside world.)

Let this stand as a word of warning to all Abbistocks* - never give your pets chew toys which resemble you.  (And I would be remiss in my lapsed Catholic upbringing if I didn’t warn that using one against your enemies would be a sin.)

* “Abbistock” is a corruption of an old Scottish word, “àbhaisteach”, meaning “mundane”, “ordinary”.  (In other words, humdrum humans like you and me.)  In fact, there is a village in Pooticuck County with that name.  Abbistock began as a commune, a kibbutz if you like, for all the displaced “Whiskaways” kidnapped from Earth.  They were whisked away even though they didn’t have special bents which usually caught the attention of Astiph, that petulant toddler godling who created the Flatlands.

Pooticuck County already had towns with populations of Firbolgs with tails, blue-skinned extraterrestrials, circus folk descendants, werewolves, were-bears (both Native American and Brooklyn Jewish), people cursed with bad luck, people stuck forever in a time loop, two different First Nations, descendants of escaped slaves (many of whom have the ability to fly), travelers, rich folk, mobsters, and cowboys.

So why not a community of just plain people?)

[tristarnova]

If you get them until you get the final boss, confronting the final boss will be the main objective of the final area. If you get them form all the bosses, then you will finish the collection once the final boss is beaten. And if you get them for specfic objectives, then completing each area and beating the major boss will still give you one of them. Please put your ideas in the comments if you have any of course, but don’t just click it, cause that isn’t an option unless you actually have an idea.

[rhythmicreverie]

In the realm of Eldoria, two factions clashed in an age-old feud. The warlocks of Thalasar sought to control the mystic Crystal of Aeternum, while the knights of Drakonia vowed to protect it. As the battle raged on, an unlikely duo emerged: a young sorceress with no magic and a skilled swordsman with no strength. In their quest for unity, they faced perilous trials and unearthed ancient secrets. The Crystal of Aeternum revealed its true power - the force that bound Eldoria together. United, the heroes turned the tide, and a new era dawned upon the land. This was a tale of two hearts, beating as one, and the magic that lies within us all.

[manhuareadofficial]

My Wife is a Heavenly Big Shot

“The opening scene introduces a wife who has reached the peak of her influence, yet still wants a bicycle and insists on eating only soft rice! But when Xiao Yifeng says, ‘I’m truly your husband,’ I almost got strangled by my future wife… Something feels off—I must have ended up with the wrong script!”

[theversevoyager]

Upon the vast, celestial stage, where heroes bold and quests of grand design unfold, In realms of magic bound by artifacts untold, A twist reveals itself, altering what we saw, The heroes' tales rewritten, now to ponder. This is the summary of your work so far: 1. Created a sci-fi poem based on a twist revealing events and heroes.