i drew this little friend and i dont know what he is but i love him
that is so unnecessary and violent and rude he did nothing wrong he is standing there smiling and you punch him in his face/stomach he doesn’t even have arms to defend himself this is just cruel and sadistic
Don’t worry, friends. Little guy is ok.
he doesnt have arms to drink that tea that is a threat in disguise
i gave him a little straw so he could drink his tea and a blanket to keep him warm. i hope he feels better.
goodbye small fucker
LEAVE HIM ALONE
I’m going to help train our friend, I won’t stand to see him take this abuse any longer
We’re taking it a bit slow because he’s still recovering, but his training is coming along nicely! You can do it, little guy!
looks like all that training is starting to pay off
I have not stopped thinking about this NPC and it fuckin warms my heart to know that Mettaton gave him his dress afterwards and I really wanted to draw it because IT’S SO DANG CUTE URGHRJHGKRFMRSKMFGKDFHNBVFNMmm
illusionists busking illegally, shimmering lights disintegrating as they run
plant mages tending tiny rooftop and windowbox gardens
elementary school kids learning basic sigils on the playground
wixen taking a while to key into the magic in new cities when they move
alchemists dealing on the side to support their experiments
middle schoolers making friendship talismans and amulets for everyone
numerologists who’ll do your math homework for $5 or divine your fortune for $10
kids mass-texting luck and speed spells when their parties get broken up by the cops
Hell yeah, let’s talk about magic.
Like elementary kids learning silly (or inappropriate) charms from each other on the bus, the same way we learned our first swear words. Clapping games across the bus aisle, but with spells instead of rhymes.
Worrying that your friend is getting into dark magic, but not knowing how to talk to them about it. Intervention programs for kids abusing hexes and runes, because magic has given them control over something for once in their life, and they’re starting to make some dangerous choices.
Psychic teachers knowing when you’re cheating. Knowing when you’re having trouble with homework. Or at home. Knowing when you need tutoring or an AP course because you’re just not being challenged or a different teaching method because you can’t process what you’re learning in class no matter how hard you try, and the teacher tells you it’s okay, they know. They know.
Magic graffiti. Graffiti in wild places, and graffiti that vanishes when certain people roll by like the police. Or graffiti that only appears when the police walk by to insult them. Murals. Swirling, living murals on the sides of buildings. Murals that—if you listen closely—can be heard, not just seen.
In the evenings, kids hiding out in someone’s backyard or an alley passing around a joint and casting minor illusions to watch while high.
Chalk artists making works that are so realistic, they come to life off of the sidewalk.
One man bands in the park, with instruments floating around playing themselves.
Punk concerts in empty lots with amped out music and lights, but noise-cancelling spells and illusion hide them in plain sight from anyone outside of the lot.
Mediums predicting people in need, and making sure to be there at just the right moment to lend them a helping hand. “You seem upset, do you need to talk?” “Oh, you’re a dollar short? No, don’t put the milk back; I’ll cover you.” “You really ought to try taking your resume to this store. Trust me.”
Necromancers in forensics speaking with the dead to solve homicides and cold cases. Living lie detectors as beat cops and detectives and DEA agents.
Strangely cheap five star food diners that bake actual love into their apple pie, and they always know your dietary restrictions without being told.
Service golems in various sizes and shapes, making sure their magic users aren’t crowded, get medical attention, go where they need to, etc. They don’t get distracted, they can be hollow to hold things like medications, and in rare instances, they seem to develop loving attachment to their users despite not being alive.
Little old landladies who dabble in witchcraft brewing homeopathic remedies for people in their apartment complex.
Street magic is an amazing concept.
Heck yes.
Cars with paintjobs covered in sigils, protecting them and others from harm.
Churches that are literal sanctuary, backed up with wards to prevent violence being done within their walls.
Practitioners of Sympathetic Magic using company logos to invoke the associated concepts - a nike tattoo makes you faster, something stamped with “Nokia” is more durable.
The old leylines don’t work, but the highways, train lines, water mains and high-tension cables do the trick.
Magic Conventions.
just. Magic Conventions.
All of this please.
When the hum and buzz and crackle of the magic and electricity and movement of the city becomes too much, witches that get on bicycles that you’d swear were flying as they blew past, out to the country or the woods or the river or the sea, where they can take of their shoes and feel the magic flow up from the earth and out their hands into the sky.
Schools full of immigrant kids and ESL kids who know spells and charms in their native languages that they’re not supposed to use in English immersion, but they guard like precious secrets among their friends.
Magical science classes! Studying for anatomy classes with illusions that make it look like your skin is transparent, chemistry classes warded so you can’t start labs without wearing safety glasses, physics classes where you learn all the rules of mechanics so you can break them.
Sidewalks and street around bus stops charmed so that snow can’t pile up in the winter.
Storm drains that, instead of just being painted with warnings about dumping, actually prevent people from dumping pollution that will get into the watershed - turning those little fish symbols into sigils for protection.
I don’t find myself unattractive, but I also don’t find myself attractive. I feel like I’m just sort of here, not something that really grabs anyone’s attention. Sort of like a chair. Or a lamp.
