#magic..... i love magic ok

[feminurge]

magic (wizards & sorcerers) .... and istar.

istar's magic is a bit different from other sorcerers, but before i get into That, i need to put into words the difference between wizards and sorcerers, as i interpret it. the more obvious point of divergence is that sorcerers have access to meta-magic, which allows them to twist their spells in order to suit their needs, whereas wizards have their spellbooks. it shows how intimate a sorcerer's relationship to magic is-- you don't just speak something into existence, you mold it and carve it into something you want. while on the other hand, wizards have all the power of knowledge on their side.

but the real difference, in my opinion, isn't in what they do (its magic, okay) but how they do it and in which order. sorcerers call magic from within; they were born with it and their understanding of it is deeply personal. wizards learned it through trial and error, they had to recognize it and take it and wield it. the best analogy i can think of is of someone learning music with a teacher, which allows them to recognize musical notes, and someone with perfect pitch getting into music on their own. a wizard can copy someone from just reading the sheet music, a sorcerer will have to find a way to call that magic from within themselves-- just making the right gesture and saying the right words won't work.

it's also depicted in the way they cast spells: wizards dance according to a certain choreography they learned, and their power lies in knowing all these different dances. sorcerers do improv, they dance to the music without following a certain script. sometimes they might mess up and sometimes they might do something extraordinary. either way, there is no buffer between them and the dancing. no choreographer. which is why, in my interpretation, wizards have such faith in mystra and why sorcerers don't necessary Believe in her. because wizards owe her their knowledge -- in the same way you'd owe a philosopher his beliefs and writings. sorcerers don't, their magic seemingly comes from their own minds and bodies.

as for the difference between istar and sorcerers in general, it's mostly in the way she channels her magic. sorcerers call magic, istar is magic. wild, chaotic magic at that. talos crafted her from winds that mystra no longer controlled, made her a shard of howling winds that should never have been molded into a body. and then he casted her away, hoping that she would grow far from mystra's prying eyes. and she did. growing as a sorceress, she found that magic came terribly naturally. but it also came more violently and terribly than it would have for other sorcerers. istar's spells always have a bit of erratic energy, and sometimes effects that are unpredictable because they work outside of the weave's rules. a wizard seeing istar cast spells would think her barbaric, savage, because she doesn't cast them per se, she speaks them into existence without a care in the world.

to use the same analogy as before: istar knows how to dance, and she dances, but she refuses to follow any choreography, and sometimes she even evades what would appear to be the correct genre of the music heard. like, picture a classical melody, a wizard would dance to the choreography they were taught. a sorcerer would improvise a ballet, taking bits and pieces from all the ballets they like. istar though? istar would be able to dance anything (watch her waltz and jazz and hip-hop her way through mozart's requiem mass in d minor) and make it work.

[mellosdrawings]

Duo Magic

My boi Cater is very sought after.

I somehow keep pulling for cards that Duo Magic with Cater. My problem is that my lone Cater card does not know how to Split Card itself.

I really need another Cater. Or two. Or seven. Gimme all the Cater cards pls.

[switch-bladefights]

shawn in a dinosaur head doodle !!!!!!!!!

[lokh]

(ch 40 spoilers) au where qifrey erases olruggios memories one too many times and he forgets qifrey and ONLY qifrey

sometimes using forbidden magic that no one really knows how to wield anymore comes with unintended consequences!

eventually qifrey comes upon a solution, but it will return ALL his memories to him. will he risk it...?

[wandering-pegasus]

happy belated anniversary to mlp: fim!! i genuinely cannot believe it has been 14 years!! wanted to do a quick redraw to showcase how this show has followed my art journey! i really wish I had my fanart from 2010 on hand but this one from 2015 will do haha

I've been an mlp fan since g3 and fim will always be a huge comfort to me, it introduced me to fandoms and it's where I learned to have fun and let loose with redesigns and ocs, and I've met so many talented people!! It has given me so much inspiration and motivation for art, and I think my art has evolved in a way that would make little 9 year old me proud ☺️💜💜

[scootarooni]

MIKU MIKU ☆ BEEEEEAAAAAM ⋆｡°✩

[danandfuckingjonlmao]

so five and lila being a thing is going right next to allison literally sexually assaulting luther in the box of things we are absolutely under no circumstances accepting as part of canon right

[crushribbons]

Totally adore your work. Birdie was too good. I have to request anything jealous, pining seb in your style 🥹 pretty, pretty pls, gah

omg please don't enable me like thiiiisss (always enable me like this ily xx) NSFW (18+ onlyyyy)

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"Prewett. Who is that witch over there, at the Minister's table?"

Prewett turned his head over his shoulder. "The one on his left?"

"Don't look right at her," Sebastian grumbled, reaching across the expanse of white linen between Leander and him and pulling his co-worker back to face him by the jacket. The witch glanced up and caught sight of the commotion at the table in front of hers. Her brow furrowed. "Fuck, she's beautiful."

A middle-aged witch seated to his right gave a disapproving "tsk!" and Sebastian rolled his eyes. He couldn't countenance the Ministry holding these infernal luncheons in the poshest London restaurants at all, let alone being forced to attend them and sit amongst people he avoided like the plague in the hallways. His stiff collar, that Anne had insisted on starching for the occasion, dug into the bottom of his chin. Prewett suppressed a chuckle at Sebastian's rudeness.

"That's his daughter, Sallow, didn't you know? There's a fun Sunday evening dinner for you." A shudder passed through Sebastian at the thought of making niceties with the oaf he technically worked for, as the Minister rarely deigned to dirty his fingernails down in the R.C.M.C. and thought its employees less-deserving of Ministry resources than the stiff-necked desk jockies of other departments. But for her...For her, he thought, he could choke down a dry pot roast and smile whenever he needed to. She had resumed her conversation with the woman across from her, and her laughter was sweeter than the perfumed air wafting through the restaurant.

Images of what he'd like to do to her, preferably on top of her father's ostentatious desk, flashed through his mind and he smirked despite himself. He could almost hear her moans, greedy, and feel her claw into his neck. The impropriety of his thoughts sent a guilty flush through him when he stared at the picture-perfect socialite with a smile on her face and a...

Goddamned diamond on her finger.

When she lifted her left hand to fan herself after a particularly joyous peal of laughter, Sebastian's knuckles whitened around his knife. That jealous streak, that'll be the death of you one day, his sister's voice echoed in his head. Pain shot up his temple as he ground his teeth together. She was spoken for? Taken from him as soon as he'd found her?

The man on the other side of her then put his arm around the back of her chair and leaned too close to her, sullying her with his proximity, and whispered something in her ear that made her giggle behind the hand that covered her mouth. The diamond sparkled when the sunlight hit it. Sebastian wasn't listening to a word that Prewett prattled at him. She should be blushing pink like that for him, for him alone, crying out his name as he brought her to the brink of tears as many times as he could with just his tongue.

That should be his diamond on her finger, his thumb running across the back of her hand, his mouth planting deliberate pecks of affection across her cherubic cheeks. He imagined asking her to be his while he fucked her, and she responded with much more enthusiasm than the demure ascent she'd no doubt given to the sap draped over her: Yes, yes, yes!

Her eyes fell on him, and he straightened immediately. He wanted her to find him acceptable, attractive, anything for her to toss a careless smile in his direction. She lingered, just for a moment, regarding him over the top of her glass. Sebastian couldn't have pulled himself away from her gaze if he had tried.

It was probably his imagination; it was growing more and more treacherous by the second, but he could have sworn that he saw her glance to either side to ensure no one was looking then mouth to him,

"Cloakroom. Now."

The words "Excuse me" weren't even out of Sebastian's mouth before he had risen to his feet with a clatter of silver and porcelain and begun making his way towards the mercifully unattended cloakroom.

[dinojay-art]

some small ish mlp doodles i did

[payasita]

the heroine! ✨

(details under cut)

was that enough frills or

[sigsfigs]

it's just the two of us, or that's what we swore

anyone else feeling a little crazy abt them? no? just me? alright

[nausicaaandhermouth]

"I understand now the message hidden with the pattern, the reason for our failures in the commune. The doctor was right: it's inescapable. Humanity, our very essence, our emotions. Rage. Compassion. Hate. Two sides of the same coin. Inextricably bound. That which inspires us to our greatest good is also the cause of our greatest evil." Viktor, End Monologue, Episode 6 Season 2

[amis127]

"I don't see this ship at all..."

"they are such good platonic friends..."

"We don't have to make everything romantic "

Ok y'all thanks for every disclaimer and socially responsible take on this situation every time Sam and Evan have a moment. We get it. We've heard you. Please move on.

[t00thpasteface]

i got a loaded imagination being fired by girls' talk

[thebrainrotsreal]

BACK ON MY INVINCIBLE MLP CROSSOVER JOY!!! I love this crossover smmmm, my soul is happy, cured even, treated of all possible ills. For Andressa's species, instead of relying on a horn for magic (which they don't have), every filly is bestowed a gem for magic! AND, because I want it, Oliver has some winks to Andressa's designs with the swirls on his legs mimicking the lines on hers, sharing a thinly tail, tiny little bumps like spikes, and the curls sorta kinda maybe like her antennae (if you squint and believe, which you should). Andressa and Oliver ilysm. Best purple pony on the planet tbh, sorrry not sorry Twilight Sparkle :/

Bonus drawing of Oliver trying to practice magic by lifting a sheet of paper, he's trying his best, ok???

[beedalee]

"this was supposed to be a warm-up" drawing of my V Rising-sona. I called her Moonlight to go with naf's Sunset. it's a fun game!!! 🦇