#legendborn

[sangrefae]

now that we have even more confirmation than we ever needed of r*wling's dangerous bigotry, here's a non-exhaustive list of media similar to the shitty wizard franchise that DOESN'T platform transphobia:

discworld

little witch academia

percy jackson & the olympians + heroes of olympus

witch hat atelier

the books of earthsea

artemis fowl

skullduggery pleasant

witch hat atelier

legendborn

the lunar chronicles

witch hat atelier

please read witch hat atelier

[fandom-witch]

"Nick's mother, Sel's mother, mine. How many mothers has the order taken?"

👩🏿‍🍼👩🏻‍🍼👩🏼‍🍼

"Mothers, gone. Mothers, taken. Mothers, lost."

Happy (early) Mother's Day to Faye, Natasia, and Anna with their little ones 💕

The amazing artist: @marf244 thank you so much for making these!!

[mageofspace924]

Dragons never die. 💜⚔️❤️

OATHBOUND. just. OATHBOUND. I finally got to finish this beast of a book that had me rolling and giggling and screaming and crying, thank you tracy for the emotional rollercoaster. It's the culmination of Bree's choices coming to a head and facing them head on, even when she feels like its impossible. But she never EVER forgets what she fights for, and thats why she is forever a fav protag 🫶

i needed to get art out to deal w that endinf HAHDHS NOT READY FOR THE LAST BOOK UHHDNDJS but also i need it now 🤭 (that dragon symbolism I NEED TO KNOW MOREEE)

[viinas]

MAYBE I JUST WANTED TO DRAW BREE WITH A PRETTY DRESS AND A SWORD. AND WHAT ABOUT IT

[bubblesandpages]

Magic systems contingent upon the suffering of others are SO delicious as narrative devices *chef's kiss*

[girly-media-studio]

Shout Out To The Fictional Black Girlies Part 4

30 Image limit hit again!!!

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 5

[enjoyerofstories]

everyone look at this. it's so pretty!!! (Go and give the artist a like btw)

[clowntownartt]

And then I unwind her.

One strand for my mother.

One for my father.

One for me.

I unravel the rage until it courses through my veins like fuel in an engine. I let it become a part of me, but not all of me. Hot, scorching pain under my skin, under my tongue, under my nails. I let it spread through me—until there is no more “Before” and no more “After.”

I am her and she is me.