#mage anon

[yan-randomfandom]

yandere viktor with an innocent and naive reader but with magical abilities, where the reader knows how to use simple magic like conjuring plants or controlling water... ((the reader only knows the basics of magic, since no one taught it and this magic would be the only one so far who knows how to do it, and the reader was a little scared of being in a rush or being studied like a lab rat because she has magic, but she confided her secret to Viktor...)) Why do you do that?

Y!Viktor x GN!Mage!Reader

a/n: posting this before act 2 omg, i think i need a rewatch — btw this one only has very light yandere undertones,, ..erm

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"Psst. Hey, want to know a secret?"

Viktor blinked. His eyes followed the moving reflection on the iridescent river. Your figure was mirrored in the water, an unreadable expression on your face.

... He looked up, alarmed. Were you talking to him? Viktor didn't even know you.

You met his amber eyes. For whatever reason, on the edge of the cliff just above the water, you folded your legs against your chest and buried half your face in your arms.

"Well?" you pushed, voice muffled.

His mouth opened, then closed. Viktor nodded wordlessly instead.

" ... Promise me you won't tell anyone."

Without a moment's hesitation, the young boy nodded again.

He watched as you stood up and jumped steadily into the river, splashing him and his mechanical boat. A low, frustrated groan escaped him as water seeped into his clothes.

"Oh, sorry," you said as he tried to wipe the water from his face. "Let me get that for you."

Suddenly, Viktor felt his weight gradually become less unpleasant—almost refreshing, even, as if the water slid across and away from his skin and clothes.

That's when he saw it.

A small blob of water, floating in the air. It moved carefully like it was fragile.

Then came another, and another. Small specks came together until it formed one single bubble.

Abruptly, it dropped in the river. Like nothing ever happened. Viktor's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Cool, right?" you grinned. He looked at you with furrowed eyebrows, his jaw gaping. One of your hands was lifted, fingers poised in a manner of delicacy.

"You," Viktor finally spoke, stammering, his breathing ragged. "You did that? Was that... magic?"

You chuckled, settling yourself beside him. He turned to you, scooting over to make room, and met your steady gaze. “I think so. But I was serious when I said never, ever tell anyone.”

He shook his head, utterly appalled. "Is this some sort of trick?"

"I wish—"

“This is not funny,” he snarled, his demeanor shifting completely, catching you off guard. “If you’re just here to get a reaction out of me, I’d advise you and your friends to leave. Please.”

You frowned, standing up with your fists clenched. “No, you’ve got it all wrong. I’m so sorry! And I don’t… even have friends.”

Viktor searched your face.

There's nothing to suggest a lie. He's observant, and he quietly prides himself over it, but this is one of the few cases where he genuinely starts to doubt his judgment.

"But," you sighed, turning away. "I'll leave if that's what you want. Apologies."

...

"... Wait."

— 🌱

The leaves of the seedling barely moved.

"Aw," you chuckled, dropping your arm to your side. Who knew conjuring plant powers could be so draining? "Well, I tried. Let's take a break!"

He let out a choked noise, pausing his writing. "We barely started! How is it that whenever you get to try something new and amazing, you avoid it?”

...

You didn't respond immediately.

Viktor put down his notebook, looking back at you, who was blankly staring at him.

"I guess I'm... scared?" you said, tilting your head. To his surprise, you gently grabbed his hand, running your thumb across his palm.

His face warmed. He physically couldn't say or do anything.

"You're the only one who knows about this, Vik," you muttered, your eyes fixed on his rough skin. "I sprung this on you when we were kids, which is kind of hilarious, by the way, but I had a reason. In my mind, you were the only one who would understand."

He thought so, too.

Viktor couldn’t stop himself from slipping his fingers between yours. It was a good thing you weren’t looking at him—otherwise, you might’ve seen how red his face had become.

"And you told me no one will believe me," he said, and while the memory was of you giving him a serious warning, his tone was filled with nothing but endearment.

"I still stand by that," you laughed, pulling your hand away from his, much to his disappointment. You still hadn't glance at his face. He mentally scolded himself for almost hoping you would see his expression. "Especially with our age now. They'll just think you're crazy."

"I understand," he chuckled, turning away. "About that break... you want to go to our usual?"

A smile curled on your lips. "Yes, please!"

— 💌

Viktor said he has a surprise for you.

Admittedly, you're feeling extremely anxious. He grew up to become a researcher, an inventor—facts that don’t surprise you.

As his best friend, a person able to do magic, while absolutely shitty at it, you know he sees you as someone with massive potential. Literally. No one else in Piltover or Zaun is known to do this. Maybe in a hundred years—who knows? You didn't even have a proper education.

...

Viktor cleared his throat. "I've been offered a position in the University of Piltover."

You froze. The letter in his fingers bore the university’s wax seal in the center, bold and unmistakable.

“Holy shit,” you blurted, your eyes darting between him and the letter. “Holy shit!”

Jumping over to Viktor, you wrapped your arms around him in a tight embrace. The biggest, most triumphant smile tugged at your lips. He staggered a little, but you were too wrapped up in your happiness to notice.

"Language," he laughed, hugging you back.

You snickered. "I'm so proud of you! Words can't even begin to express how happy I am for you!"

Pulling back, your hands still rested on his shoulders. Your smile relaxed ever so slightly as your eyes gazed into his softer ones.

"I knew you could do it," you exhaled.

A small pause.

Viktor had a look. Oh, shit. What’s that smirk for?

"...You're not done," you accused, raising an eyebrow.

He lifted the letter in his hand. "I have not accepted yet."

Now, your brows knitted together in utter confusion.

"... Why not—?"

"I said I won't be going unless they let me bring a plus one."

You smile faltered, denial crossing your face. He noticed it. Did he just say what you thought you heard him say?

"Are you saying...?" Your expression shifted into disbelief; you didn't quite understand his point.

"I want you to come with me," Viktor said, grabbing your hand and placing the letter in your palm. "To Piltover."

Oh, no. You didn't mean to.

The letter slipped from your hand as you panicked and pulled away.

Viktor felt overwhelmingly worried. He thought you'd be happier about the news.

Then, he looked around.

It had rained just before he decided to share the news. Some raindrops were still fresh, glistening from the downpour.

And around your figure, small droplets rose into the air. You were emotional.

"Viktor. You're not giving me to them, are you...?"

Defeated. That's how your voice sounded.

"Of course not," he hushed, pushing you onto a chair. "Never. Please calm down. Let me explain."

You obliged, sitting down. He sat beside you.

"I'm sorry," you spoke first, meeting his eyes. "It's not that I don't trust you. Heck, I trust you more than anyone. The thought of going up there... it just makes me anxious."

"I understand," Viktor nodded. He turned his head. "However, I promise you, I won’t let them take you away from me. You’ll be solely under my care. But I do know someone who’s willing to help us."

Viktor. So compassionate and filled with empathy. You admired him for those very reasons, not just for his brilliance. His presence feels like a whole other world to you—someone who could help you understand your abilities. Perhaps the only chance you have to truly learn who, or what you are.

"I'll be a burden."

"No. Of course not. I want you by my side."

You hesitated. Despite your family being clueless about your ability, they were still the people you cared for. You still had a life in the undercity.

"And if I refuse...?"

Viktor took a moment to respond. The thought of leaving you hurt his heart.

"You... I believe you don't have much of a choice."

You couldn't explain why, but you found it in yourself to wholeheartedly believe him.

— 💜

zamn

critique is welcome btw

[hazbinsponsoredbyvee]

Oh no a functional voodoo doll of Vox it would be a shame if someone got a hold of it.

-Mage Anon

"Oh, I'll take that!"

[snowy-dream-bunny]

My ocs in Halloween costume.

Ocs names and costumes:

Snowy: Sanrio: Little twin stars, Lala.

Spring: Sanrio: Little twin stars, Kiki.

Magic anon: Jujutsu Kaisen, Gojo Satoru.

Mage anon: Jujutsu Kaisen, Yuta Okkotsu.

Reference:

[soulful-rodent]

Alright, I've been browsing my music and tumblr recently, so have my anon sonas and their theme songs

Leafy Tea anon/Leaf: any lofi coffee shop playlist

Necromancer/Meda: Witch Doctor

Spider anon/Arila: Spider Swing

Mage anon/ Mirin: Magnus Mortis

Blackjack: Bar ambience

[mage-anon-blog]

Ahhhh, greetings. My name is Mirin, and I am your humble mage. I know all sorts of spells and rituals, but I do have my limits. It's a pleasure to meet you and I hope to make your acquaintance.

DNI: zionists. racists, TERFs, anti LGBTQIA+

[sweetestofbelles]

**purple smoke is seen as the Look Out sprints to Sweetie Belle, mage is just being squished by the changelings*

Boss! Boss!

"What, what, what?!"

[abyssal-ilk]

How do you like Vivienne but not Cullen? They have the exact same views?? You call other people hypocrites but you do the exact same thing.

did we play the same game series. did we play the same games anon. because i really don't think we did. vivienne and cullen do not have the exact same views, and their experiences with the circle and chantry are VASTY different. cullen is a jailer and vivienne is a prisoner. of course i'm going to be more sympathetic to the person who has been forcibly subjected to circle life and traumatized from a young age to fear demons and magic than i am with cullen, who willingly became a templar and has been in constant positions of power over mages his entire life. what.

also let me reverse the question; if you like cullen, why don't you like vivienne? since their views are, apparently, the exact same.

[pixiemage]

You had a post a while back saying you were gonna rant about the canary and coalmine thing AGAIN...what rant would that be? 👀

Oh boy, you're opening a can of worms here lmao.

(A very fun can of worms that gives me lovely lovely brainrot every time I lift the lid :3)

I've actually made a post about this before (god knows I can't find it right now), but the long and short of it is that I've see too many people call Tango the coalmine to Jimmy's canary.

Except...he isn't. He's not.

Tango is not the coalmine.

The coalmine is the thing killing the canary. The coalmine is what the canary is trying to warn people against, and the coalmine is what the miners have to make a glass tank to save the canary from. Tango's not a danger to Jimmy like that. Tango's not a threat.

Yeah, yes, Tango takes Jimmy's first life in the Life series (3rd Life, Dare to Flare), and also causes their first mutual loss of life in Double Life (creeper explosion). But I don't count that as volatile enough to make Tango the coalmine.

No, Tango, in my eyes, is the coal miner. The one that's in just as much danger in that coalmine as the canary. The one who hurt the canary by bringing it into danger in the first place, and regretted it. The one who is so very grateful for the canary that saved his life/gave him hope/helped him by providing bright colors and beautiful music in a dangerous place, that he built a glass oxygen case to save the canary's life in exchange.

So no, Tango is NOT the coalmine. The Life Games are the coalmine, and Tango is just the miner that journeyed into danger with a canary, Jimmy, at his side. They save each other and support each other in a place that has potential death around any corner. (Not every corner, but any corner.)

The Canary and the Coal Miner. With teamwork and camaraderie like that built right into the metaphor, how can anything else possibly be a better fit?

[catebees]

Carver please 🥺

There's a huge number of different Carvers but this is mine!

[tanema123]

I promise, this is the last one like this for a bit. We going right back to hazbin hotel. OwO

@seramilla

We got my amazing self, @xellas-the-wanderer, @phantom00maverick and @coallise

AKA, a kobold, gremlin, goblin and a cat trying to get the "Ask" cookies from mage's house. :3

[hazbinsponsoredbyvee]

I Cast a spell on Alastor to make him twerk and rap Bongos by Cardi B Megan Thee Stallion.

-Mage Anon

Vox, eat this ass like a plum (plum)

This pussy tight like a nun (nun)

Better chew it up like it's gum (gum)

Then wipe your mouth when you done (okay)

I'm hot like Nevada, pussy get popped, Piñata

Bitch, I look like money (like money)

You could print my face on a dollar

"Did you really think that would work on me?"

[snowy-dream-bunny]

fusion oc's

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

AGHABAUAN WOULD SUGURU EAT AS A MANHWA PRINCE / MAGE OR NO?? Right answers only - 🌺

HE WOULD ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ mage!sugu….. with his beautiful long black hair and silky robes…… a warm smile that turns into a cocky grin when no one’s there to see……… or prince!sugu who seems so polite and so put-together but then he returns to his chambers for the day and Rots in his bed. maybe you’re his maid and you’re terrified of offending him because they’ll literally chop your head off but he’s just like :((((( dyou wanna play chess. could you bring me some fruit i’m sorry for asking you can kill me if you want. please play with my hair?

…… he’s so cute.

[toxintouch]

As I am writing this next request, I find myself pondering about the actual canonical abilities of each of them and I'm thinking that:

Mhin is the only one who can reliably cook or bake.

Tho maybe Ais can make dog soulless treats (anonymous meat jerky?) on a good day.

I wonder if Mhin actually would actually like to bake, since baking is said to be chemistry but edible? And Mhin has an interest in alchemy which is the predecessor of chemistry irl... (Though I'm sure there will be some extra fantasy elements to it in canon) All I'm saying is: it is relevant to their interests, a practical/valuable life skill and they get a sweet treat out of it.

[sweetestofbelles]

*MAge Sets the changelings down*

I'll see who's coming, if you see purple smoke, we bail

-Look- Out anon

"What does purple smoke mean?"

The baby changelings stare up at Mage Anon curiously, wondering exactly what they are.

[abyssal-ilk]

When you become a knight enchanter and she's like yeah we are actually the best so....

vivienne's pride around being a knight enchanter is so so fun to me, and i LOVE that her pride extends to the inquisitor if they decide to become a knight enchanter. it is forever heartbreaking that you don't learn your specialization from your companions, i think having vivienne be your mentor and teaching you how to make your blade and how to heal wounds would of been SICK