I’ve always dreamt of waking in a magic forest. And I mean like, no explanation. Just Poof I’m there, kinda thing. I think a lot of it stems from games like Zelda or any RPG.
I’d like to live in a world where people come together to save it instead of splitting apart.
Now now. Let’s not get overly enthusiastic here, shall we?
Hard agree, but the first image in my head was this:
Two chicks at one time. Fuckin A.
Twins, Basil
Fuckin A
Owning my own home.
It that doesn’t count as fantasy, I really want there to be an underworld with strange creatures. I just think it would be so interesting.
Akiya House
As someone with a progressive disease: healing magic. I would pay all the bullion and cattle and sacks of wheat necessary to heal, or at least regress this stupid thing.
I’d love to retire to a cozy inn with an endless pot of stew
One where there were multiple sentient species in addition to humans.
I’d like minimum wage to be able to support my family, so that a job flipping burgers could actually feed us
Failing that, to live as a bunny in a cottagecore tree stump, spending my days slicing up strawberries like they’re roasts, and baking pies with my neighbours
I’d keep my eye on the latter. The former is far less likely.
I would like to choose how I live in the world outside of the control of capitalism, the nation state, and boarders.
Be able to shapeshift so my body can finally match my identity
I want to know how to cast magic spells.
I’d like to be a peregrine falcon. No natural predator, able to soar above it all.
I’d also like to be wealthy enough, not in any unethical or greedy way, to have my own home by myself and not have to work, simply so I could enjoy the rest of my life in peace. No need for golden toilets and limousines, just the ability to get up in the morning and have peace and be free of fear of what is happening to me right now.
The good guys winning.
Being able to actually do anything you understand well enough, the way that magic works in many settings. A brilliant engineer can design an airplane, but he still needs lots of workers and machines and materials to actually build one. A wizard who knows how to cast “fly” can just go ahead and cast it and fly around. If he has the right books, he doesn’t need other people for anything at all.
The sort of mystery only possible in a story where the author himself doesn’t have to know what the secret is. I love science but I was very disappointed when I was a kid and I realized that science meant that everything ultimately had a mundane explanation. A mysterious structure? Built by some Bronze Age dudes. Dinosaurs? Unusually large animals. Legendary heroes? Made-up stories. Even if elves or unicorns turned out to be real, they would have a mundane explanation too because the whole universe follows rules.
Wish granted ! Stand right there I’ll be back in a sec !
The Truck Kun commeth
Iametekudasaaaiii, turuku-kun!
A harem of goblin chicks. Simple as.
To be clear, would you BE one in the harem or would the harem belong to you?
he want to be the harem
