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When His Heart Rules Over His Mind

Pairing : Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Summary : Imagine asking Sherlock for help on a case and Sherlock is intrigued by you and finds it difficult to deduce you and Irene gets jealous of the attention he gives you.

You were one of the top detectives at Scotland Yard and when you hit a slump in your case Lestrade recommended the one and only Sherlock Holmes. You told him you would find the killer and after two weeks with long nights at the office, Lestrade gave you Sherlock’s address and you knew it was time to ask for his help.

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House Rules (M)

Originally posted by nnochu

Summary: Frustration over recent political changes sets you off, and your loving husband helps you see the error of your ways.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 7,492

Warning: Dom!Yoongi, husband/wife relationship, teasing, punishment, edging, ass play, dirty talk, political themes

A/N: I could probably add more warnings. Rest assured, this is not vanilla. Enjoy!

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Magic and Rules

It may be extremely easy to just put magic into a story you’re creating, or explain away things with the excuse of “magic.”  But if that is how magic is handled in your world, readers are going to find major plot holes in your story.  Magic needs rules and guidelines, even in stories where it’s not in the foreground.  Without rules, magic could be the solution to all, or you end overpowering a character because he has no restrictions on how he can use his magic.

But where do you start when setting ground rules for how and when magic can be used?  My goal in this post is to give you some ideas while you map out your world of magic.

Who can learn magic? Is magic a thing that all people can learn, or certain people who have a knack for it?  Is magic something that can be learned at all?  Perhaps it’s only readily available for those who are born with it, such as the wizards in Harry Potter.  Or magic is contained in things, such as charms, amulets, or unicorn horns.  People may have to learn how to access the magic contained in these items, but they are solely reliant on items in order to use magic.  Perhaps magic can only be learned by certain races.

How is magic learned?  In Harry Potter, wizards go to school for seven years to learn how to use magic.  Other books wizards have apprentices they train.    Can magic be self-taught?  How does a person access magic?  Through emotion, thoughts, something else?  Perhaps learning magic requires a large sacrifice.

Does the magic need to be channeled?  Once again, using the example of Harry Potter, wizards need wands in order to use magic.  Other common themes involve wizards using staffs in order to use magic.  But there are stories where wizards don’t need an item to channel the magic, such as the wizards in the anime/manga series Fairy Tail.  Perhaps magic does need an item to be channeled through, but it doesn’t have to be the traditional wand or staff.

How often can a person use magic? Does magic use up a person’s energy, and therefore a person’s magic is limited to how much energy they have?  Perhaps they have a different “energy”, such as mana, that restricts how much magic they can use?  Maybe you want to go the Once Upon a Time route and magic isn’t used in excess because it comes with a price.  Perhaps how magic is used is why people don’t use it so often.  Maybe magic is used very often.

Does magic need incantations?  Harry Potter uses incantations, whether is it is verbal or non-verbal.  There does not seem to be an incantations in the magic that the Witch uses in the Chronicles of Narnia.  Incantations are used quite often in the Septimus Heap series.  And there no incantations in Lord of the Rings.  Or maybe incantations are reserved for the more powerful, older spells.  Perhaps incantations make a spell more stable. 

Can magic be invoked by using items?  Potions is one of the common ways this is used.  But sometimes certain spells can only be invoked by using ingredients, like in the show Charmed or the movie Practical Magic.  Perhaps it’s only used occasionally, such as some spells performed in the show Sabrina the Teenage Witch.  Maybe items are used in only certain branches, such as Divination in Harry Potter.

What cannot be done by magic?  With the Genie’s magic in Disney’s Aladdin, he could not make someone come back from the dead, fall in love, or grant more wishes.  Food cannot be created out of thin air according to the rules of magic in Harry Potter.  Actual love in Harry Potter can’t be created, but enchantments that cause the victim to have an obsessive type of love does exist.  Perhaps the dead can be raised, as evidenced by stories with necromancy, but it can’t actually bring back the person completely.  Something’s missing.  Perhaps only skeletons can be brought back, or the person comes back in a zombie like state.  Perhaps you would go so far as to say that magic cannot create permanent things out of nothing.

Does magic have categories/a way it is organized? Potions, Divination, Transifiguration, Charms, etc.  Or light, dark, chaos, order,  water, fire, etc.  Or human magic, dragon magic, unicorn magic, elf magic, etc.  And it doesn’t have to have only one way of organization.  It can have several levels, just like when science organizes living organisms. 

So these are few things to consider when creating magic.  The nature of your magic may not necessarily fit into all of these questions, and that’s fine.  But don’t be afraid to have long explanations for your magic.  You probably won’t fit it all in your story - in fact, you’ll want to be careful how you incorporate magic rules as you don’t want to infodump on your readers - but having the rules there will help you create your story and give you some answers to the why questions that might come up, such as, “why don’t they just magic themselves out?”


* = newly added stories // 5th April, 2017

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anonymous asked:

Could you write about junkrat and roadhog's s/o (a poly relationship) who is really afraid of storms and the two comforting their s/o

They’re close enough I’ll put them in the same thing.

Junkrat and Roadhog

Thunder shook the house and you curled up deeper into yourself. The flash of lightning lighted up the house, the power had been out for several hours now. You wrapped a blanket around your shoulders and began to rock back and forth in fear. tears prickling at the corners of your eyes.

The door burst open and you cried in fear at the loud noise. Another flash of lightning and your boyfriends’ silhouettes were outlined with light. 

“’Ey there darl,” Junkrat cried out into the house dropping a sack full of jewels on the floor, “Look at here haul.”

“Darl?” Junkrat finally noticed you curled up on the ground.

Roadhog grunted and stepped towards you, dropping to the ground next to you. He rummaged into the bag and pulled out a tiara, tucking it on your head. Junkrat squatted in front of you with a diamond encrusted necklace clipping it around your neck.

“There we are,” Junkrat leaned back, taking in the view of you, “Now what’s bothering ya.”

A crack of thunder shook through the house and you screamed, burying your face into your knees.

“Ey, she’ll be right,” Junkrat rubbed your back.

“I don’t like it.” you murmured and Roadhog pulled you into his lap, “It’s scary.”

“Roadhog here is scarier,” Junkrat said, “So don’t be afraid.”

“Yeah,” you giggled, wiping the tears out of your eyes, “he is.”

The lights flickered back on and you looked up wearily, hearing the hum of the light-bulbs already reassuring you. 


When the first sound of thunder rumbled through the base he turned around, leaving the conversation he was having with Sombra. He stalked through the halls, Talon agents running out of his way, and stopped in front of his room. Opening the door he looked for you, drifting from room to room he kept an eye for you. Hearing your sobbing the whole time he grew more frantic.

“Hermosa,” he looked around the kitchen, where the sound was coming from, but he couldn’t find you.

Something shuffled underneath the table he crouched to look. His heart broke at the sight of you, rocking in a fetal position, his shirt draped over you like a blanket. Another crack of thunder rumbled through the house and you screamed covering your ears.

“It’s too loud,” you cried, “too loud.”

“Hey,” he cooed, gently reaching for you and you just threw yourself into his arms.

You sobbed into his chest and he gently rocked you back and forth, He began to lightly hum and you just flinched with each consequent lightning strikes. 

“Shh, shhh,” he rubbed your back, certain to keep the pressure constant.

“Stay with me,” you rubbed your face into his chest, “you make it quiet.”

“Of course,” he pushed his mask up to press a kiss to your forehead.

He picked you up, cradling to his chest. and walked you to the bedroom. Dropping you on the bed he pulled you close and you crawled back into his arms. Wrapping the pair of you in blankets he held you close as the storm passed and even past it.

Another Fic Recommendation pt.1

Yes, you’ve read it right. I am back with another recommendation. I read too many fics this past month. Most of the fics below are BTS (and smut, angst, smut, more smut, and angst). I have been reading yoonmin, taekook, vmin, taegi, jikook fics on AO3 lately so…yeah.

The chaptered fics linked below are the part 1 or chapter 1. You may check their masterlist for the rest of the parts or chapters. Part 2 will be up soon!

Please do tell me if the links aren’t working so I can fix them immediately. 

Symbol: ♠️️ = favorite || pt.2 of the list

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Shrek: An Icon

Originally posted by crankygoose

Request:  Hi! I was wondering if you could do a fic about Ethan and the reader? Thank you!

Summary: Fem!Reader and boyfriend Ethan are chillin’ watching Shrek when disagreements occur about the iconic movie.

A/N: Henlo, this took me forever because I may or may not have decided to binge watch the shrek movies while writing this oops sorry not sorry. Gif is supposed to be Ethan’s face when he and reader and Mark all disagree hahaha. Thanks for the request! This was fun to write!

Wordcount: 521, good size, full of meme references

Warnings: I swore once and I also talk about a lot of controversial issues; for example, what the most iconic line in shrek is. Read at your own risk.

Please request some more! This is my last request and now my inbox is empty so pls,,,,,, I beg you,, r e q u e s t s o m e t h i n g

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xxcuriouserandcuriouserxx  asked:

Hey do you have any tips for someone starting out as a fan fiction writer?

I don’t know if those will be relevant or helpful at all, but here we go:

  • Write for yourself.

This will always be my number one advice.

When you write, you put a piece of yourself out there. And yourself cannot please everyone. There’s a reason why I say I write because I can’t afford a therapist and it’s right there. You write for yourself first and foremost, because you enjoy it, because it allows you to escape, or to express something. Writing is incredibly personal, so don’t let others influence you too much.

Don’t write for the hits, the kudos or the comments. Write for yourself.

  • Learn how to write a summary.

Ok. That’s highly hypocritical of me because writing a summary is my ultimate weakness. I’m terrible at them. What I usually do is pick out a few sentences that are enough to pique the reader’s interest without revealing too much of the intrigue.

Don’t write “I’m terrible at summaries, the story is better” or something like that. Don’t ask for kudos and comments in your summary. It puts people off.

  • Check, double-check and triple-check.

There is no best way to make me click on the back button than a story full of grammatical mistakes. English is a rich enough language that you can try to play with it and bound the rules a little, but knowing the difference between “you’re” and “your” is a must, even for the most unconventional writers.

Same for the tense: it’s either past tense or present tense, not both.

Dialogue must be clear. Two rules: your reader needs to know who said what to whom and only one speaker by paragraph.

If you’re not sure about something, don’t be afraid to ask and if you can’t ask, Google is your friend. And use a spell checker.

If you can get yourself a beta, it’s even better!

Your writing will never be 100% mistake-proof but there are some mistakes more easily forgivable than others.

  • Respect the original characters.

In fanfiction, you are working with characters who already exist beyond yourself. They already have existent traits that make them who they are and that are a big part of why people love them so much. Of course, you can play with them, you can add a few of your own, but try to stay true to the original character.

People read fanfiction because of the original work, rarely because they stumbled onto it hazardously. They are here for the characters. They will stick around if you write them respectfully.

And please, do not change canon queer characters’ sexuality. 

  • Tag properly.

If there’s a major character death, tag Major Character Death. If there’s anything whatsoever that could trigger someone, fucking tag it.

Otherwise, you are very free in your choice of tags (my tags are all over the place, let’s be real) but try to at least use some that would catch a potential reader’s attention.

Don’t spoil your story in the tags, though.

  • Have a plot.

Have at least a few scenes and the main intrigue outlined before you start writing.

It’s always better to begin with the end in mind. It makes for a more compelling and coherent plot.

  • Choose a point of view and stick to it.

There is nothing more confusing than a scene written with two, or more, different points of view.

If you choose to go with one character’s POV, stick to it until the end of the scene and don’t switch randomly unless your new point of view brings something to the plot, a new perspective or an insight into a character’s mindset. Even then, do not change back. Finish the scene with that character, not the first one.

  • Do your research.

For the love of Magnus Babe, if you’re writing about a sensitive subject or something you know nothing about, if you’re writing smut (especially gay sex) for the first time, if your character gets badly injured and you’re not a damn doctor yourself, even if you’re writing about a country you’ve never been to: do your research.

  • If writer’s block hits, take a break.

It will happen. It’s frustrating and we all hate it, but it will happen.

Don’t try to force yourself to write then. Take a break. Go for a walk. Listen to some music. Re-read something else you’ve written or something by someone else that you really loved. Write something random, about your day, about something entirely different from the story you’re working on. Eat something you love. Just keep your mind off of it for a while.

If inspiration doesn’t come back, skip that paragraph and go back to it later.

  • Interact with your readers.

Reply to comments, DMs, asks on tumblr, etc. Whether you have 2, 20, 200 or 17000, acknowledge your readers. They’re the reason why we do what we do, and we owe them a lot.

  • Try to update regularly.

This is a complicated one, and I’m the first one to forget about that rule.

The chance that I have is that I now have an audience that follows me from story to story and that is willing to bare with my fucked-up updating schedule. 

You won’t have that chance when you’re just starting, so a good way to secure an audience and keep them interested in your story is to update regularly. It’s hard, but if you’ve got a few chapters written in advance before you start posting, it’s manageable.

  • Just start writing

Don’t overthink it.

Don’t try to come up with the most complicated plot. Just write what you want to write. If you’re willing to write it, there’s a high chance someone will be willing to read it.

What people find compelling and interesting doesn’t necessarily mean new and 100% original. We all love some good old prompts even though we’ve read different versions of it a hundred times before.

Just write whatever you want to write, and see where it goes from there.

Writing is hard. It takes practice and patience. There is something incredibly rewarding about writing fanfiction, though. The interaction with your readers is immediate and receiving a positive comment makes all the hard work worth it.

So, practice. Have patience. Hold on in there, and most importantly: have fun!

I hope this was helpful :).

Rules of Engagement (shiro x reader)

Rules of Engagement

Shiro x Reader

Imagine: Being the communications specialist with Shiro and Matt at the garrison.

Warning: Just a little making out ;)

AN: Hey guys! I hope you all like this one, let me know what you liked, or if you have any requests!


His lips felt like fire on her skin. There was no pulling away at this point, not that it even crossed her mind. The feeling of his body pressed against hers, his thigh positioned between her legs, how his fingers gripped her hips, all of it made it impossible to think of anything else, but how good it felt. This was definitely against protocol, the small portion of her brain that has retained its sanity thought in the back of her head. It all felt like a deram. And if it was she never wanted to wake up.

She and Shiro were on the same flight team at the garrison. He was the pilot, and she, his communications specialist. They were also accompanied by an engineer by the name of Matt Holt, she swore he was some kind of genius, it was the only explanation for how smart he was. They had all been friends, but with the hours spent in the flight simulator, the late night study sessions, the constant contact between them, they became much more than that. The connection between her and Shiro was unshakable, you would never see one without the other, inseparable. It wasn’t until their third year at the garrison, did they notice a change in their dynamic. They weren’t the only ones to notice this change, Matt knew something was going on between them, even if they didn’t know exactly what.

For weeks, it was nothing but chaos. Longing stares from across the room, lingering touches, constant blushing, all at the expense of Matt’s sanity. There was a time when the two of you could barely be in the same room, in fear that in your clumsy state, someone could get hurt. Matt didn’t mind at first, that is until your team failed the flight simulator, putting a permanent ‘F’ on his record. Shiro had gotten distracted by you, in the middle of the mission, when you cut your hand on a stray screw driver, causing Shiro to panic, and in the end, sent their team crashing to the ground in a blazing fireball. He’d had enough.

He told you both to meet him in room B26, to go over what went wrong, and finish the mission report on the simulation failure. Each of you feeling a different kind of shame in the failure of the basic sim, and each feeling that it was your fault things had gone south.

The next morning when you arrived at the room, you met with Shiro on the way, but neither of you could stand to meet the other’s gaze. Too embarrassed to think it was your lack to self control that had ruined the mission. Keeping your head bowed, you both entered the room, the first thing you noticed was how cold and damp it was, the lights were off making it hard to see exactly where you were. Shiro’s shins came in contact with a mop bucket, sending it skidding across the floor.

“What the- “ he began, his eyes adjusting enough to see the shelves that lined the walls, filled different cleaning supplies. “Is this… a Janitor’s closet?” thinking that they must have walked into the wrong room, Shiro turned to exit, only to have the door slammed in his face. Shocked, he rushed forward testing the doorknob, and finding it locked. Thinking it must have been an accident, he slammed his fist against the metal door trying to get the attention of whoever had closed the door.

“Hey! We are in here! The door is locked, can you open it?” he called, hoping they were still close enough to hear him. There was a moment of silence, before they heard a familiar voice reply.

“I’m not letting you out until you two work this out! I don’t know what is going on with you buys, but whatever ‘it’ is, fix it! I am not going to get another ‘F’ in that stupid simulator, just because you two are acting like lovesick teenagers!” Matt’s voice was filled with a mix of anger and frustration. There was another pause, followed by what Shiro assumed was a sigh. “I’ll be back in an hour.” he said more calmly before walking away, ignoring the protests from his teammates.

They spent the next 10 minutes searching for another way out, only finding 4 metal walls all lined with janitorial equipment, and an air vent, too small for either of them to fit through. Shiro was sure Matt had picked this room specifically for that reason, no way to escape. Giving up on that idea, they resorted to searching for a light switch, their eyes adjusting enough to see outlines in the darkness but not much else. The tension in the room was palpable, neither of them trusting themselves to address the elephant in the room, why they were locked in here in the first place, they both knew what Matt had said was true, but were not willing to address it as the problem it was. Until the pressure got the better of them.

“I’m sorry.” you both blurted out at the same time. Fumbling to recover, you turned to continue, but your foot caught on the bucket Shiro had knocked over earlier, sending you sprawling on the floor.

“(Y/N)! Are you okay?!” Shiro asked rushing over to where he had heard you fall. Unfortunately, instead of helping you, he stepped on your hand. You cried out again, cradling your hand to your chest as you pushed back against the wall, pulling your knees in. Shiro’s heart felt like it was in his throat, how had he managed to mess this up even more?

“Oh God, (Y/N) I’m so sorry!” he stammered his panic rising up. Standing where he was he ran a shaking hand through his hair. He didn’t dare move again, scared that he would accidentally hurt you again, instead he decided to speak, and once he started, he couldn’t stop, everything just poured out of his mouth.

“This is all my fault. I just really like you, and you’re so pretty, and smart, and when you smile it makes my stomach go crazy, and you’re laugh, oh god, your laugh! It’s the best thing I’ve ever heard! It’s just so hard for me to think when you’re around, my brain goes all fuzzy and I can’t focus on anything else. God, I should have known better, i should have tried harder to hide my feelings, or i should have transfered as soon as I realized I loved you, and, and now we are stuck in here, and you’re hurt and-” in the darkness, you made out his outline, and rose to your feet, equal parts shocked and thrilled to hear what he was saying. Reaching out you placed your hand on the side of his face, rendering him silent. You couldn’t see his face, and you prayed he couldn’t see yours, you could feel your cheeks reddening as you drew closer. He could feel you coming closer, your hand gliding over his face, your fingertips tracing the outline of his lips. You felt his warm breath against your fingers, as you moved your hand to the base of his neck, standing on your toes. You hesitated, your lips stopping just shy of his.

Swallowing his nerves, Shiro closed the remaining distance, capturing your lips with his. In that moment it was like a fire was lit between you. His hands were on you in an instant, pulling you closer as his mouth moved against yours. Pressing forward, you stumbled back, your shoulders hitting the metal walls of the room hard. Shiro only paused for a moment before he was on you again, pinning your body to the wall with his own. His fingers gripped your sides, pawing at the material of your uniform. Pressing closer, he fit himself against you, a leg between yours, his hips against yours, like fitting puzzle pieces together. His lips pulled away from yours, only to attach to the exposed skin on your neck. He groaned into the hollow of your neck, as you raked your fingers through his hair, pulling on it slightly.

The heat between you continued to grow, and the once cold room felt like a furnace. So consumed in the moment, you both failed to notice the door to the room slide open. Matt caught site of the two of you, and paused for just a moment, as his mind registered the situation. Shaking his head, he crossed his arms over his chest, before clearing his throat. And just as quickly as it had started, the trance was broken. Shiro tore his body away from yours, his hair was sticking up in odd directions from where you fingers had mused it. While you pushed yourself off the wall, trying to stop your knees from shaking, and straighten your uniform at the same time, the small marks on your neck beginning to form. Both of your lips were swollen, and your faces were red, and in Matt’s opinion, you both looked thoroughly kissed. An amused smile pulled at Matt’s lips as he watched the two of you fumble to compose yourselves. No one spoke for a long moment, until finally, Matt broke the ice.

“Well,” he began, his voice eerily calm. “I can’t say that I didn’t see this coming, cause I did, and for that reason, I planned ahead. Because if ‘this’” he gestured between the two of you quirking an eyebrow. “Is going to happen, there need to be some ground rules.” stepping forward, he reached into his bag and pulled out a large 3 ring binder, shoving it into Shiro’s chest, who caught it quickly, looking down at the cover.

“‘Rules and guidelines of dating a teammate’” he read aloud, lifting his eyes questioningly to Matt.

“Volume 1?” you read over Shiro’s arm. “How many volumes are there?” you asked watching Shiro flip through the pages, each filled with words, and some having charts and pictures… this was obviously something Matt had put time into, and it definitely took longer than the hour they had been in there.

“There are 2 others back in my room, but I haven’t finished editing them.” Matt answered calmly. You nearly choked, and Shiro swallowed thickly, his eyes wide. Indifferent, Matt continued. “Also, there will be a quiz, so I would suggest going on a ‘study date’ instead of making out in a janitor’s closet.” you heaved a sigh, before turning your eyes to Shiro, a smile pulled at you lips, despite the obvious dislike of the situation.

“I’m free tonight.” you said, Shiro’s heart skipped a beat. He would read 50 of Matt’s ridiculous rule books, if it meant he got to see you smile like that again.

twiceinabluemoon  asked:

Hello! I told you I'd be here ;) if you have a moment I'd love a tsf with some Adam Kovic! Maybe something to do with let's play live?

“So I’m going to need a little help,” you told the crowd as you fake-whispered into the mic.

“Now, Adam is going to call me in about,” you checked your phone, “Five minutes. I want everyone to stay quiet because he doesn’t know I’m here. I wanted to surprise him.”

You paced the stage a little, keeping your focus on the crowd, “Now after we say hi and I miss you he’s going to ask how I’m doing. At that point, I’m going to say fine but then turn the camera to you guys and ask if you’re alright and that’s when I want you to cheer and hopefully he’ll get it. Does that work?”

The crowd cheered and you signaled them to settle down as your phone began to ring a little early. You turned and got the best angle for the video so he couldn’t see the crowd or where you were just yet.

“Hey, baby,” you greeted and heard a few hushed awws from the crowd.

“Hey,” Adam gave you a smile that melted your heart every time you saw it. You were so excited to see it in person again in a moment.

“I miss you,” you pouted, playing it up.

“I miss you, too,” he frowned, “How are you?”

“I’m good,” you smiled then turned the camera to the crowd, “How about you guys? Ready to see Adam in a few minutes?”

The crowd went nuts as you turned the camera back to yourself to see Adam’s shocked face, “You’re not.”

“Oh, I am,” you confirmed.

The call dropped and the crowd went nuts again as one of the stage doors burst open and Adam frantically came running out. As soon as his eyes landed on you, he sprinted across the stage and picked you up in a tight hug spinning you as you laughed loudly.

He started to carry you off stage so you held a mic up to him, “We’ll be back shortly. Just need a moment.”

There were a lot of whoops and cheering as Adam carried you away.

That One Time He Didn’t See That Coming (Pietro x Reader request)

Sooooo @rose-dragomir requested a Bucky/Pietro reader fic aaand as much as I want to do a Bucky one, I’m gonna do Pietro, bcs I haven’t done a Pietro one before soooo yeah. ((Reminder: I take requests!))
PS I’m actually using the plot of the marvel novel “Everybody wants to rule the world” by Dan Abnett. Aaand I guess some spoilers for the novel. I’m also using that novel bcs Pietro is still alive there and there’s not much difference from the MCU avengers team. the novel avenger’s team is basically the original MCU avengers plus pietro and wanda and vision. Basically aou avengers so it’s perfect for this fic.
And I’m also gonna use italic for the exact lines from the novel.
And the nurse here is named Annie Fields cause I can.
Foreign translations (Not English): Солнышко: Translation: sunshine, pronounced: solnishko

Why does everybody want to rule the world?
“Size of that thing,” Quicksilver muttered.
He was referring to the massive warship of the stellar Kree Empire descending on earth.
Iron man banked the Quinjet and decelerated hard. Vector nozzles turned and fired.
“They’ll have seen us.” Said the Scarlet Witch.
“Even with stealth mode engaged, they’ll have us seen us from a hundred miles out,” replied Iron Man. “You know what? I no longer care.”
“Why aren’t they shooting us?” asked Widow. “Why no counter measures?”
(Y/n) shrugged, polishing her blades.
“Maybe they don’t want a fight,” replied Hawkeye.
“They’re going to be disappointed,” said Cap.
(Y/n) laughed one of her maniacal laughs, sheathing her sword in one swift gesture. “Oh, it’s gonna be a massacre down there.” Cap’s eyebrows raised. “Remember (Y/n), we’re stopping a war, not starting one,” scolded Steve. (Y/n) snorted, “We’re going to war to stop one. Funny thing if you ask me.” Tony smiled. “Remind me not to mess with your girlfriend.”
Pietro turned red, “She’s not my girlfriend.”
Tony pat his shoulders, “Never said it was you, buddy.” Pietro turned ever redder, along with (Y/n).
Cap opened the Quinjet’s deck hatch. Iron Man put the craft into steady VTOL hover and slaved the controlled remotely to his suit. They were in among trees, twenty feet above the forest floor and about six hundred yards away from the vast ship.
“Go!” cried Cap.
Thor led the way, followed by Iron Man, his boot jets firing. Quicksilver came out of the Quinjet like a shaft of blue light, a dazing trail that dropped to the ground and snaked between trees toward the ship.
“Thor? Vision? Get the door,” ordered Iron Man.
Synthetic human and Asgardian flew in side-by-side. Thor delivered a huge blow to the hull with Mjolnir, smashing a hole through it. He and Vision grabbed the edges of the puncture and hauled in opposite directions.
They tore the hull section wide open.
Pietro ran towards (Y/n) and lifted her up bridal style. “Wha- what?” she stammered, confused and embarrassed. “Don’t worry, Солнышко, it’ll be a smooth ride,” he reassured.
Iron Man flew straight in through the yawning gap, followed by Quicksilver with (Y/n), who had converted his acceleration into a flying leap. Cap stormed in a moment later, followed by Black Widow, the Scarlet Witch, and Hawkeye. Vision melted in through the hull, and Thor smashed yet another entry hull. (read: Which in my opinion is unnecessary, he could’ve used the old one but he’s Thor and he does what he does, I mean Dan Abnett got his character right at a spiritual level)  
Natasha shot a gun at a Kree warrior, missing it by inches. It was alien, a race of blue skinned humanoids. The Kree warrior at laughed her pity attempt and as (Y/n) unsheathed her sword and stabbed it from the back. She stood the facing the dazed Natasha over the warrior’s corpse. “Do me a favor,” (Y/n) said, pulling her sword back from the dead body, “Don’t miss.” She smiled a smile that Natasha returned. Natasha ran back, assisting Hawkeye. She looked back and faced another Kree warrior. This warrior is stronger, more masculine and armed than the last one. The Kree warrior’s mouth crooked into a savage smile. “Run,” he said in a deep voice. She lunged at the warrior two blades in her hands aimed for the warrior’s chest. The warrior jumped and his hands tied around her hands over the hilt of her sword, throwing her back. She landed on her knees (read: superhero landing!) and growled, “No, you run.” She stood up and kicked the warrior’s chest, her heightened senses helping her analyze to analyze his weaknesses. The kick didn’t do much, and it wasn’t meant to. It did it’s distracting job perfectly, making the warrior stagger back slightly. She jumped and readied her swords to his chest just before a blur light of blue and white pushed the warrior through the wall, killing him under the shattering burden. Her sword missed the blurred figure by seconds. “Pietro!” she screamed in frustration. The speedster smiled at her weakly. “What? I thought you were an avenger.”
“I am an avenger,” she snapped. Pietro laughed. “Then you should’ve seen that coming.”
That was it. That catchphrase could either melt (Y/n)’s heart or send it through raging flames.
Sending it through raging flames didn’t seem so bad in this day and age.
“Pietro, I could’ve killed you!” she said, fending off a much weaker Kree warrior. Pietro sped past her, stealing a kiss on her cheek before dodging a punch to a warrior who was aiming at her without her notice. “And you wouldn’t do that. You’re my best friend,” he pointed out, running through the crowd.  
“Stark!” (Y/n) shouted into her ear piece, fighting off as much Kree warriors as she can. She was crowded, and she’s trying her hardest not to fall apart. Even with her heightened senses, she could not hold back this many warriors. She needed somebody. “Stark, I need backup!” she exclaimed and let out a groan of pain as Kree warrior shot through her shoulder. “You’re on your own, kid,” Tony replied swiftly. “Tony. I. Need. Backup.” She rephrased word-by word, not mentioning her injured shoulder in fear of causing panic. Pietro started, “I can help-”
“No, Maximoff. Stay with your sister,” Steve ordered. A Kree warrior kicked her knee as she was sent down. She started seeing double, due to the loss of blood. “Please,” She whispered. The last thing she saw was the Hulk, barging through the walls of the immense starship.
She shot up the bed with a scream. A nurse hurried in the room, trying to calm down the startling (Y/n) on the bed. “Ms. (L/n), Please, calm down. Ms. (L/n)-” she struggled, trying to calm her down. (Y/n) grabbed the nurse by the collar and asked her fiercely, “Did we win?”
The nurse gathered herself together. (Y/n) read her name tag. It said, ‘Annie Fields’. “Did we win, Annie?” she repeated, adding her name. “You did, Ms. (L/n),” she said calmly. “You and the avengers.” Slowly and in shock, (Y/n) let Annie go to see a deserted room. Usually after she went on missions and got home hurt, people would crowd in the room, waiting for her to get up. But no one was there. Not even her best friend. Not even Pietro.
“Where’s everybody?” She asked silently. “Who’s everybody?” Annie asked softly. (Y/n) felt her eyes sting. She replied, “Nothing” and looked away. Does nobody really care about her? Was it because she asked for help? She’s an avenger after all, she should be growing up and taking care of herself. “Can I get up now?” She asked sternly. Annie’s eyes squinted. “Technically, you can, but it’s one AM and-”
“It’s fine,” said (Y/n). She gathered her stuff and left.
The avengers woke up to a pretty terrifying view. (Y/n) was sitting in the breakfast room with newspapers and reports of the Kree invasion, twirling a dagger between her fingers. Turns out, she has been unconscious for nearly a week. “Hey,” she greeted Tony with a crooked smile. “Hey…?” Tony replied awkwardly. His eyes were stuck on her shoulder, bandaged in a great deal of white fabric. “Look, (Y/n), I’m sorry, I should’ve sent back up and everything.”
“Hey,” she smiled. “It’s okay. I’m a big girl. I’m an avenger. I need to learn to take care of myself.”
Over the last few days, she grew more distant. Steve would greet her, and she would wave it off. Natasha would try to get her to go on a girls’ night out, but she would decline. The team also grew more distant from her. Being near an angry (Y/n) wasn’t really a good choice.
She punched the bag furiously. “I’m not angry,” she lied to herself. “I am not angry,” She said again, punching more violently.
“Keep telling yourself that.”
(Y/n) turned around to see a smirking Pietro at the door. “What are you doing here?” She snapped. Pietro arched an eyebrow. “This is a gym for the avengers. Am I not an avenger?” He asked. (Y/n) shrugged, pretending not to care. She sat down on the bench, and The speedster swiftly sat next to her. “What do you want?” (Y/n) groaned. “I just want to talk.” He said. He took a deep breath and said, “You’re angry.”
“Really, Pietro? I don’t want to talk right now.” She got off and walked away, but Pietro ran and blocked the exits. “Tell me.” He said softly.
“Tony. Steve. Everybody I guess? Including you. I guess I have to look for my own,” she sighed.
“You’re saying nobody cares about you.”
“I’m saying that nobody needs to.”
Pietro sighed and guided (Y/n) back to the training bench. “We’re a team,” he said, “We all need to care about each other.”
“Then why didn’t anyone respond to my distress?”
“We didn’t know you were hurt, (Y/n). I didn’t know you can even get hurt.”
(Y/n) grinned, “I’m that tough, huh?” Pietro smiled and hugged her triumphantly. He finally got her to smile again. “I love you,” said Pietro.
Everything went tense. Her body muscles, her gestures. Pietro didn’t know why he said it. It just slipped out.
“I’ll go,” she said, standing up. “W-what?” Pietro stuttered, blocking the way. “Don’t you return the feeling?” he continued. (Y/n) frowned. “I do. Pietro, I return the feeling. But we’re teammates. Our relationship is strictly professional, and it’s all that’s ever gonna be. I don’t need to get distracted again.”
“This is not distraction,” Pietro reasoned. “Please, Солнышко, at least give it a try.”
(Y/n) reached her hand out like she was about to punch him, but instead she pulled his collar down and kissed him sweetly. Pietro blushed, but soon recovered and kissed her back. She pulled away to see the red-cheeked Pietro. She grinned.
“You didn’t see that coming?”

(MY) Hamilton Fandom Rules

To be taken seriously or not, it’s something I thought of.

1: Dispel any racism that comes up. [Seriously? Racism in the HAMILTON FANDOM? Please grow up.]

2:No matter what, you always add “Sir” after Burr. [Winter is about to be a bitch for those who aren’t in the fandom.]

3: If the opportunity for something comes along that you wanted, go for it by any means necessary. Don’t throw away your shot. [Unless it’s meth. Don’t do meth.]

4: No matter if you’re a great writer/artist/vocalist or not, we are all apart of this wacky fandom and will support you endeavours.

5: The musical isn’t 100% accurate (No shit, It’s a musical.), so it’s great to read up on each historical figure that’s in the show and spread the knowledge. For example:

•Alexander’s eyes were blue-violet.

•Angelica and Thomas had sexual relations.

•Margarita(Peggy) was a bad ass.

•Alexander’s mother was most likely black(dark skinned)

•Hercules was Alexander’s first friend.

6: Correct (*look at destroy *) those who blindly follow the trend of badmouthing the show/members with no sources/facts and then CONTINUE to be ignorant of the fact, seeking out those in the fandom to rile fans up. (*Look again at trolls*)[Especially Pippa because she is our cuper-cake.]

7:And if anyone pisses you off, send them this 👇

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Jon x Female Reader

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Imagine ruling an empire and being known all around the Seven Kingdoms as the ice queen but when meeting Jon, you fall in love.

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AJ Styles/OC- Reader breaks a rule while waiting for AJ to come home from his meeting, but breaking the rules will lead to punishment.

Warnings: DADDY KINK(to the max), spanking, overstimulation, light choking i think thats it.

So quick note, this is my first time writing and I would love to hear some feedback as well if I should write something else. I don’t know if people want to be tagged in this but let me know if you want to be in the future. So yeah be nice please!

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Rule of Thumb Pt. 4

Requested: yes

TW: abo, alpha dean, angst, knotting, breeding kink, depression, alcohol

Summary: Life in Lawrence turns out to be great, especially when the Winchesters and their families are involved.  

Originally posted by out-in-the-open

Dean smiled to himself as he watched Y/N frying bacon. He knew that he loved her when she freely offered herself up to fix him breakfast at three in the morning because he couldn’t sleep. She flipped the bacon over and swayed her hips ever so slightly. 

They had managed to survive her heat without ravaging each other, but damn he wanted to now because those shorts she was wearing shouldn’t count as shorts and her t shirt flirted with her deliciously thick, suffocating thighs. He licked his lips absentmindedly, approaching her from behind and letting his arms nestle around her hips. The warmth that emitted from the stove top and her body made Dean moan slightly. “Damn baby.” 

Y/N giggled and leaned her cheek back to nuzzle his stubble. “Be a doll and get me some paper rolls on a plate.” 

He saluted her playfully and obeyed. Heaving himself up on the counter, he watched her drain the grease from the bacon and place the pan in the sink. She  approached his thigh, resting between his legs, the plate balanced on a potholder covered palm. “Open up.” 

Dean’s lips eagerly wrapped around her little fingers sucking off the bacon grease and licked her salty skin. His plump lips were heavenly submissive and Y/N wanted to feel them for the rest of her life. "Perfect, not as good as my mom’s, but great nonetheless.” 

Y/N’s laugh filled up the kitchen, her head leaned back exposing her throat to Dean. “Mary is the best cook I’ve ever known.” 

Dean nodded pulling her tighter between his body. “Speaking of which,” he tore a piece of bacon and placing it in her mouth, “Sammy’s coming home this weekend and we’re all getting together.”

Y/N nodded and swallowed the bite around Dean’s finger. “I can find something to get up to while you’re there.” 

It was Dean’s turn to chuckle, his grizzly face bristling against her forehead. “No silly, you’re coming with us. It’s a family get together. You’re practically my mate and my parents love you.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to intrude.” 

“Sweetheart, you’re family.”

Y/N paused for a moment and nodded cutely. “Will Seger be there?” 

Dean’s green eyes twinkled in the dimly lit kitchen and he gave her a soft pat on the head. “Of course. “

Early Saturday afternoon Dean opened the door to his impala and let Y/N out, holding his arm to her. She rolled her eyes playfully and slipped her arm through his, walking side by side up the path to the Winchester farm house. To Y/N, she felt like this had been her home. The sights and smells were nostalgic to say the least. 

The front door was open, the screen door separating the porch and the house. Mary’s pie trickled outside making Dean comically burst through the door, pulling Y/N behind him. “Cherry or apple?!” He called out, turning to enter the kitchen finding his mom sipping a glass of lemonade at the table. 

“Neither. Y/N mentioned she loved pecans so I whipped up one today.” Her soft eyes smiling at them both. 

“I’m not complaining but I requested cherry last week.” Dean opened the oven taking a peek, and Y/N tried to control herself at the sight of his firm ass. 

“Well Y/N calls me when she said she will.” Mary sassed getting up to hug the little omega. 

Y/N blushed nuzzling into Mary’s neck, her maternal mature was so satisfying it hurt. The soft blonde hairs brushed against her cheek and she giggled pulling away to grin at Mary. “There’s not much around for me to do besides work the front desk at the shop.” 

Dean wrapped his arms around the omegas luscious hips, his lips peppering  down her skin, smirking up at his mom. “Love my omega more than you love me.” He grumbled playfully.

Mary’s eyes widened excitedly, her hands covering her mouth, “seriously?”

“It’s not official or anything yet, we’re waiting until her next heat.” Dean explained rubbing his palms over her stomach. “But we just wanted you to know what is expected.”  

“Speaking of expecting, Jess has started to show. She and Sammy are out in the back with John.” 

Y/N looked over to Dean, slight nerves hitting her stomach at the thought of having to meet both Sam and Jess. From what she had heard, Sam was best lawyer in the state of Kansas and passed the bar exam at Stanford of all places at the top of his class. Jess was head curator at the art museum and traveled internationally to collect pieces. They were everything she and Dean weren’t. Both of them had attended and graduated college where as Y/N dropped out after her midterms in the fall semester and Dean had a GED with a can do attitude.  She couldn’t imagine any of the Winchesters being pretentious but law degrees and million dollar paintings suggested otherwise. 

“Why don’t you go on out Dean, help your dad and brother, I want to talk to Y/N for a minute.” 

Dean nodded his childish heart bouncing, ready to go see his little brother. Y/N lingered in the kitchen, waiting for Mary to make the first move. Mary motioned for her to sit down, and held her hand out to take. “Don’t be scared, love.” 

Y/N soothed at the feeling of Mary’s hands holding hers. “Dean is my baby, he’s always been my baby,” she paused. “He’s always taken to drinking, he gets it from John. I mean, I can drain a bottle but Dean is, my god like a damn sailor.” She heaved her hand dismissively. “But anyway, i’ve noticed he seems happier since you’ve shown up and now he just smiles and laughs.”

A soft  blush sprinkled her cheeks. “I love him.” 

"I know, which is why I gotta ask, what exactly do you get up to with him? We’re both adult alphas, let’s gossip.” 

“We haven’t done, I mean we’ve, fuck, we’ve done oral but we haven’t done anything else.” 

Mary nodded impressed at her son’s ability to actually respect this young woman. She kept quiet about all the times that Dean had slept with other girls so as not to hurt Y/N. “He really loves you. He told me last week.” 

“He says it every morning.” 

“I also heard about your last heat.” 

“Oh.” Y/N’s eyes flickered down to the table, it was one of those 1950s style ones that was red. Being shamed by another omega hurt, Y/N had been there before. 

A gentle finger titled her chin up to a pair of green eyes similar to the ones she loved. “I’m proud of you. You allowed yourself to trust an alpha again.” 

“Dean is an easy alpha to trust.” 

Mary stood, offering her hand to Y/N. The two omegas walked hand in hand out  to the back yard and field of the farm, the late spring sun kissing their skin in a way sure to leave freckles. “I don’t mean to sound like a mother in law, but I want grand kids, one isn’t enough.” 

Y/N let out a bubbly laugh that drew the attention of the other Winchesters. Seger bounded up to her, standing on his rear paws, his front pair on her shoulders. He swiped his tongue across her face as she scratched behind the goof of a dog. 

Dean watched from his spit next to Sam. Both men leaned against the split rail fence sipping on a bottleneck slowly. “Look at her Sammy.” 

“I know Dean. You did good.” Sam watched the full figured girl biting his lip, she was beautiful, a good fit for Dean. “She fits in, she belongs.” 

Jess held onto four year old Henry’s hand as she approached Y/N and Mary with a smile. “Nana, I picked you a flower!” He cheered smiling proudly as he shoved a dandelion her way. None of the grown ups had the heart to say it was nothing more than a weed when the child’s intentions were so pure. 

Mary took the dandelion and thanked him like it was the most precious flower in existence. “Thank you Henry, it’s beautiful!” She scooped him up in her arms and took him back inside to check on the pie leaving Jess and Y/N with Seger trotting behind.

Jess licked her lips and took Y/N in fully. “Damn, Dean wasn’t lying about you. You’re stunning, a perfect work of art.” An underlying beautiful  sexual tension was between the two girls and both shivered in it. 

"Thank you, but I’m not.” She faulted. “You though, shit, you and Sam are the relationship goals meme in real life.”

Jess tossed her golden curls back in laughter, pulling Y/N into a hug letting her small bump brush against the other omegas stomach. “So are you and Dean. The whole mechanic love story is endearing.” 

“I know nothing about cars except when something is wrong with my baby. I was a history major.” 

Jess’s interest was peaked. “How long did you have left?” 

“A year and a half.”

“You have an associates though?” 

"Yeah…” Y/N shifted from one foot to another, embarrassed to talk about her failures with such a scholarly person. 

“I typically don’t hire family, but you’re perfect. I need a new tour guide since stairs won’t be fun soon,” she motioned to her belly, “we’ll work out details later, though I want some quality time with my sister in law.” 

That night the Winchester’s sat outside at a picnic table, welcoming in the new members of their family with love. Jess and Sam were having a little girl which made Mary cry when they announced her name would be Marilyn. Dean clapped Sammy on the shoulder while Y/N offered the biggest hug she could give. 

As darkness fell, John brought out Dean’s guitar and handed it to his son. He offered his hand to Y/N and led her out into the yard to dance. “I had to steal you away, so much attention has been given to you from Sam and Jess I’ve hardly seen you.” 

“Your burgers were amazing, I know where Dean gets it from.” 

John let out a throaty chuckle, spinning her around. “You should take Jess up in her offer, work a few days there and then at the shop.” 

“So that’s what this was about?” She giggled. 

"And to say that we Winchester men have a thing about marrying our omegas.” 

“So I’ve noticed.” 

“I just wanted to test this out, you have to have a father daughter dance.” 

If asked later, every Winchester would deny that Y/N cried into John’s chest. They wouldn’t deny how Henry, despite his young age, ran to hug her leg as she and Dean were going to bed in the guest room upstairs while Sam, Jess, and Henry had the one downstairs. They also wouldn’t deny how they all got up once Henry was asleep and played blackjack while sipping the wine Jess brought back from Paris. 

And Sam wouldn’t deny that he was floored by the omega’s ability to connect American history and modern politics. Jess, she was overwhelmed by the girls love for Peruvian art. As the two younger couples laid in their separate bedrooms, thoughts danced in their heads of just how fun another omega would be in their lives, a willingness to share was overwhelming. 

Meanwhile, John and Mary smiled at each other in the dark, fingers tracing skin.   Content sighs leaving their lips because their baby boy Dean was happy. 

Fic Masterlist!

What? A complete list of all the nonsense I write? All in one place?? YES!

Welcome to my Fic Masterlist, so all my new readers (and readers who have been around since the beginning, I love you so much) can find all my bits of writing without having to slog through all the other shenanigans on my blog!

Note: I’m not going to put a rating on these, just the main pairing. Believe me, when I write it is always safe to assume there is at least a tiny bit of sexy happenings. :)

Quick Fics- Not related to any longer story, just little scenes and plots with our favorite characters! 2000 words or less

5x Bruce Told Tony to be Quite, and 1x He Didn’t”– Bruce/Tony

Jenga” –Peter Parker/ Wade Wilson

Massage Therapy”– Peter Parker/ Wade Wilson

Debriefing” –Tony Stark/ Steve Rogers

Battle Lust” – Steve Rogers/ Thor

Spilling Coffee”– Steve Rogers/ Thor

Smol”– Peter Parker/ Wade Wilson

Excuses for Kissing (1)– Tony Stark/ Steve Rogers

Excuses for Kissing (2)– Tony Stark/ Steve Rogers

Budapest”– Clint Barton/ Natasha Romanov

“Breaking Things”– Thor/Steve Rogers

Halloween”– Thor/ Steve Rogers


Completed, Full Length Fics- most of these average about 15-20k words so buckle up :)

Loki’s Song”–Tony Stark/ Loki–Soulmate AU

Movies” – Natasha/ James “Bucky” Barnes

Lost Boy”– Tony Stark/ Steve Rogers–College!Steve/ Punk!Tony AU

Letters to Bucky”– Tony Stark/ James “Bucky” Barnes– Pre Iron-Man Tony/ Soldier Bucky

Appointment with Loki”– Loki/ Reader– Tailor Shop AU

Rules for Dating Tony”– Tony/ Avengers Team– Post CACW  (Note: this is not an orgy fic in case that’s not anyones thing. Just Mature Rating)

Bad Ideas”– Peter Parker/ Wade Wilson– Alpha/Beta/Omega AU

“Dance Therapy”– Tony Stark/ Clint Barton; Tony Stark/ Steve Rogers/ James “Bucky” Barnes– Stripper AU

Tattoo Parlor Love Story”– Steve Rogers/ James “Bucky” Barnes; Clint Barton/ Natasha Romanov– Tattoo Shop AU (This is a Trilogy!)

IronHawk” –Tony Stark/ Clint Barton– Alpha/Beta/Omega AU

Looking at You”– Tony Stark’ James “Bucky” Barnes– Post CACW

I will be updating this list as I finish fics, add more quick fics :)

I love all my readers, you guys are the best!!


anonymous asked:

I'm making some changes to my paracosm, and I decided to make magic a larger "thing" in it. How much magic do you think is *too* much? I'm thinking about magic influencing the land that people inhabit, and magic influencing people's lives. Now, everything would have a plausible explanation (magic in my paracosm has a set of rules), but I'm afraid to fall into the "deus ex machina" territory. When should we stop using the "It's magic!" explanation for improbable stuff?


There is no such thing as too much or too little magic. 

When creating a world, incorporate as much or as little magic as you want. It’s yours, and you can do anything with it! And in fact, magic is a fantastic explanation if you want improbable things to be a part of life in your world. 

The only thing you need to do when working with heavy-magic worlds is make sure to have internal consistency, and make sure to make it all make sense (if your world is one where things make sense. Sometimes it’s best to just handwave things, and preposterous stories can be a lot of fun! It’s mostly stylistic choice at that point). You mentioned that everything follows a set of rules, so it sounds like you’re well down this path already. 

A few things to avoid so that your magic-heavy world will not annoy your readers: 

Follow Your Rules. If something always happens a certain way, do not deviate from that rule unless you have a legitimate explanation for why it can do so. Stories that focus on a breaking of an established rule can be really neat, and breaking your own rules can be fun, but you have to explain why. If, in your world, someone can use fire or water magic but never both, and then a character shows up who does, you need to have an explanation behind that (this can vary; supernatural forces, rare and not-well-known circumstances, misunderstanding of the rule by the general public, etc, as long as the explanation is there).

Don’t Make it Convenient. If the magic in your world solves everyone’s problems and never causes more problems, it will be boring. If magic is powerful, think about what kind of social implications it might have, especially if not everyone has access to it equally. If you implement magic in a way that solves one problem, try to at least give it the potential to cause other ones. 

Also, if you need something to happen for plot reasons (someone needs to die, a battle needs to be lost, an event must play out without intervention) and it is possible for that event to be stopped or changed with magic, make sure you have a reason that it didn’t get changed. It drives me up the wall when powerful characters don’t use their powers at crucial moments for no apparent reason, and everything gets screwed up as a result. If your character can see through walls, there’s no reason for her to peek around a door and get spotted by the bad guy. However, this is not to say that events like this cannot happen! Maybe the character who can see through walls is being pursued by someone who can sense her magic if she uses it, so it’s actually less risky to try to peek around the door. Alternate explanations can be fun, and they won’t irritate your readers like it will if someone conveniently forgets to use their magic. 

Make it Part of Life. If you’re going to have the land and the lives of people influenced by magic, make this influence show up in a lot of little ways, and try to make it a dynamic aspect of the world, instead of leaving it static. What if there is a magically very fertile land, but in order for it to remain fertile, certain trees have to be left untouched? What if everyone knows that, but then lightning strikes one of them and it dies? 

If a mountain is held up by magic, is it safe to dig a tunnel through it, or will that disrupt the magic? 

If someone who would otherwise die is kept alive by magic, how does that change their life? Did the magic simply fix whatever was wrong with their body that would have killed them? Do they have to be sustained by an object, and if that object is damaged they die? Are they magically tied to the person who may have saved their life? 


I think the most important way to stop magic from killing all your tension is to make sure the magic has a cost. Perhaps it’s unpredictable and the characters can’t really rely on it. A character who must cast spells using their own blood can only do so much before needing to rest; one who burns their own lifeforce and shortens their lifespan with every spell they cast will likely come to prefer not casting spells at all unless they have no other options. Spell components can be expensive, rare, obnoxious, etc. It could be that everyone learns a few basic spells and cantrips the same way they learn reading and math, but any significant power requires extensive study and training, an inborn talent, something like that.

Games are actually a great place to look at this. Video games, tabletop RPGs, even some board games–if there’s magic in play, they have to find ways to balance it and keep a character from being too broken and being able to run roughshod over any obstacle in the way. Cooldowns, mana costs, skill trees that cut off certain options depending on which path you take, physical components that get degraded or destroyed with use: all of these are ways to keep the magic users from being able to do whatever they want whenever they want. In fiction these things might not be quite as clearly quantified, but you can still use the concepts (like a sorcerer might not have a defined number of spell slots, but their spells become less effective or even stop working entirely if they push themselves too hard).


Personally, my line for “too much” magic in writing happens when: a) it takes such a long time to explain the function/purpose/execution of the magic that it distracts from the scene/plot/narrative (UNLESS some magical execution happens to be part of the scene/plot/narrative) b) it involves memorizing too many vocab words/rules/quirks of operation to stay on track with the world c) so much gets hand-waved away (author assumes the reader will excuse and accept things as ‘magic,’ and/or that explaining the rules somehow makes it less 'magical’) that you’re left wondering “huh? wait, why did that happen/how was that possible? Magic, I guess…” d) there’s a mostly-magical solution for almost every conceivable problem except the cliche basics, like “can’t force people to fall in love,” or “can’t bring back the dead” (which, imo, are pretty weak constraints by themselves. Like the genie from Aladdin, he’s so powerful except for those things. Materialize an army? Make you improbably rich? Done! BUT they include the bonus restraint of “you only have three wishes” as a much better balance to the magic system).

I guess I can summarize that as “don’t let magic itself steal the spotlight away from more important things, but don’t let it be a mystery either.”