magic tragic

“Well, you built up a world of magic
Because your real life is tragic”

  Brick By Boring Brick - Paramore


Shiro: UH.

Allura: Shiro. This is important. When you – Pidge, don’t touch the monitors! Lance, stop shrieking and help Hunk restrain Keith. Keith, put the sword down – Shiro, sorry, yes, look at me, calmly, please. When you entered the alternate psychic voltron dimension at the holy space temple, did you remember not to speak to anything you encountered there??

Shiro: …


Shiro: UM.

Coran: On the bright side, with a bit of luck, you’ll probably survive!

[Or whatever scenario your heart chooses. I just want world-building magic space lion shenanigans guys. there’s so much potential, my heart can’t take it

eta: oh yeah, this idea got started by @1w1wbigher06fan asking for a actual black lion comforting shiro. thanks!]


““So there’s no more fuss
And there’s no more scenes
And my garden thrives–
You should see my nectarines!
But I’m telling you the same
I tell Kings and Queens:
Don’t ever never ever
Mess around with my greens!
Especially the beans.”

-The Witch, Into the Woods by Stephen Sondheim and Jame Lapine

Beyond the veil

So, this is an idea I’ve been kicking around for awhile. It’s probably the start of something larger, so I thought I’d kick it out and see if it has any legs.

The old woman sat low before the flickering flames, her heavy robes hid her thin frame. Bright eyes wreathed in wrinkled flesh lined by long days of sun. Her voice was low and strong as she spoke, young eager ears open and listening close.

“In the days of old, the ancient times, the source of myth and wonder, it is said that magic came upon the primordial world and filled the life it found there. Magic reshaped it, sustained it, and nurtured it. Magic gave rise to the races, the elves and fey, the giants and the dwarves. All things lived in harmony and peace… Except for one. Isn’t there always one? This race, Magic did not affect in the same way it did the other creatures. No one knows why, but magic became twisted within mankind. They became dark and corrupt with power. Using magic to fight with not only their own kind, but seemingly with nature itself. The blasted lands, and great deserts, are still the scarred legacy mankind left behind. Yes, left behind. It took the united front of all the races to drive them away, sending them into exile beyond the veil. They were left to die, starved of life giving magic. To the magical realm, mankind was long dead. Mythical monsters used to scare their young into obedience.”

The fire popped at a dramatically appropriate time, sending a flurry of sparks into the air. She lowered her voice adding a serious knowing tone. “Mankind was not so easily disposed.”

“With magic drained from humanity, many did indeed wither and die. Some learned to feed upon the residual magic within their brethren and survive for a time, remembered as creatures and villans of human lore. A few, the ones considered weak or unskilled in the use of magical arts, outcasts that had once been shunned, did not find the loss of magic so tragic. They adapted. They survived. It was not as quick, nor was it as effortless, but the meek did indeed inherit the earth. They were not the largest, strongest, or the fastest creature in this world, but they were the most vicious and tenacious. First they found stones they could work through effort into honed edges. Fire could be called forth by chemical reactions instead of beseeching a spirt of flame. Countless generations passed, building upon the grimoire of learned ability. Science bloomed. They slowly picked apart the fabric of their new world, finding the reactions and interactions that held it together, creating their own form of magic available freely for all to wield.”

She stood, charms jingling loosely, “Neither world was ready for the day the barrier fell, and both realms were reunited.”

Clanking, roaring beasts of cold iron pushed their way through the forest. Heavy tracks crushing flora into the soft ground as it passed. A curious fairy, mere inches tall, flitted down close. She reached out a tiny hand, foolishly pressing it against the surface. A quick snapping hiss sounded, her desiccated body dropping to the ground. Every mote of magic that had once animated her had been drawn away instantly. Reaching a clearing, the transport stopped, and shut down the engine. The plume of dark exhaust ceased fouling the pure air. The soldiers disembarked from their vessel, and began making a camp there in the forest.

Wide terrified eyes watched them work. These creatures filled them with dread, and seemed to exude a miasma of death from every pore of their bodies.

“Wireless communications are practically useless here. There is something interfering.” He shook the small box in his hand. “We’ll probably have to set up repeaters every few hundred feet, or just lay a hardline.” He looked back at the path the APV had pressed through the woods. “Hardline might be faster…” He thought a moment, “Maybe bounce a laser around if the weather stays, and line of sight isn’t an issue. The canopy doesn’t look too tall.”

“Talking to yourself again Eiffel?” The larger man was carrying a heavy crate from their conveyance.

“The drones will have to be preprogrammed, there’s no way R.O. Is going to work.” Eiffel said, looking up from his handheld equipment. He continued to poke at its surface, making notes.

“So it’s going to be a bitch to work here is what you are saying?”

“Until we figure out how to compensate for the interference, there will be some issues Roberts. Maybe we can find a clearer bandwidth to use, or some active distortion filters… there’s some kind of pervasive radiation.”

“Did I hear the ‘R’ word?” Came the higher pitched feminine voice of their biologist, her arms filled with sample boxes and a portable microscope.

“Yes you did.” Eiffel responded, “But I don’t think it’s the cancer kind. So far its seems to only be interacting with our devices.”

“I’ll be the one that decides if its dangerous.” She said, considering if they needed dosimeter badges. She’d check with her equipment first, then decide. “The oxygen content here is high. 28%. So watch your flammables, it will take less to set them off. There’s no sign of any industrial contaminants, CO2 levels are also pre-industrial. I’ll need to take samples back to check for isotope levels.”

“So you’re sayin we have a clean new world here Roche?” Roberts said, stacking the last crate.

“Its at least not as fucked up as ours.” She said, approaching a tree.

“We’re probably not going to run into a big city, or catch anything on TV for sure.” Eiffel said.

“And try not to put anything in your mouth. The air near the gate was pathogen free, but we don’t know anything about the soil, or vegetation.” Roche said.

“Or the locals.” Roberts intoned, raising a weapon to the willowy figure which had emerged from the woods.

Her hands were open and empty, in what she hoped would be seen as a gesture of non threat. These beings were unlike any she had ever encountered. They were so like many races she did know, but were wrong somehow. Heavy like the dwarves, but almost as tall as her own elves. What frightened her the most however, was not their appearance. They were the only creatures she’d ever seen which had absolutely no light within them at all. She couldn’t even say they were filled with darkness, darkness would at least be something. They were like shells of living nothingness. There was only one thing she could think of they might have been.. She prayed to her Goddess that she was wrong, even as she uttered the words in common tongue.

“Tuatha dé AAdomm?”