#magicusers

[itsachu]

[giseedraws]

"Draven Atheris" The night walker, dark blader ,crimson magic coiling from his finger tips Another commission made for a client ..

[lyrinami]

A Moment Between Waves

[lunalostdraws]

The Alchemist A seeker of transformation and hidden truths. This card represents the power of creation through knowledge, will, and a little spark of magic. Dressed in crimson and gold, the Alchemist harnesses energy and turns it into something new — a reminder that even the impossible is possible with enough intention.

[bluhoro-art]

Gold and Blood

[oatmealpowerup]

Bru bru bru

[sleepingdiaryzzz]

After reading your thing on Yan!YoungJustice x MagicUser!Reader I got an idea.

Scenario where in the middle of a training exercise (or maybe out in the field?) Reader is doing a spell and all that, y’know?

But then Kid Flash (Wally) trips and falls flat on his face in a miserable display, and Reader just loses all focus on their spell, despite being in the middle of a battle, and just… bursts out laughing at Wally.

Like, a genuine laugh, the kind that has you wheezing for breaths. Maybe they were even floating in the air when doing the spell and they fall without care as they laugh at Wally’s expense.

From 🪼

Yandere young Justice x magician! Reader

The air crackled with energy as you floated above the team, your eyes closed in concentration. The battle raged below you, but to you, it was little more than a distraction—a necessary annoyance. Your hands moved in a fluid, practiced motion, drawing sigils in the air as you muttered an incantation under your breath. You were far above the chaos, detached, focused entirely on the magic at your fingertips.

The rest of the team was doing their part—Wally zipped around the field, darting in and out of combat with a grin plastered on his face, his usual energy never seeming to wane. Artemis was steady with her arrows, Connor was keeping a watchful eye, and Robin was darting from one target to another, his movements precise. Yet, none of them were enough to distract you. You were the only one who didn't seem to be feeling the adrenaline, the only one unaffected by the clash of powers below.

That was, until—

Wally tripped. It wasn’t just a stumble or a slip. No, it was a full-on faceplant. His legs flew out from under him, and in a miserable display of grace, he tumbled forward, his arms flailing helplessly before his face met the ground with a wet smack. His mask tilted sideways, revealing a mix of confusion and mild embarrassment.

And suddenly, you were lost.

The spell you had been weaving evaporated like smoke in the wind, the sigils vanishing into nothingness as you burst out laughing—genuine, uncontrollable laughter. It started small, just a chuckle, but then it grew. Your chest heaved, your laughter shaking you so much that you could barely stay in the air. You felt weightless, utterly carefree, as the sight of Wally, sprawled and hopeless on the ground, consumed you.

Your laughter was loud, too loud for the battlefield, and it made the others stop in their tracks. Even Wally, now sitting up and rubbing his nose, couldn’t help but chuckle weakly, but he was still painfully aware of your gaze. He was used to being the one who made others laugh with his antics, but this time—this time, he was the one being laughed at.

And you? You could barely stop laughing. You let yourself fall from the air, no longer caring about the battle or the magic you had been controlling. You landed with a soft thud, still giggling so hard that your sides ached. You didn’t even bother to hold it back, letting the joy of the moment flow freely.

“Wally,” you gasped between laughs, your voice catching in your throat, “You’re a disaster.”

The team stood frozen for a moment, processing what had just happened. Robin blinked, confused by the sudden outburst. You never laughed. Not like that. He stared at you, his mind racing. It wasn’t just that you laughed—it was how easily it had come. You, who had always been so detached, so distant. To see you so utterly disarmed, so... human, was an odd feeling. And though Robin was trying to maintain his usual calm composure, a strange twinge of jealousy flickered within him.

Wally, still recovering from his humiliating fall, smiled sheepishly. “Okay, okay, laugh it up. But hey, I’m the fastest, right? I’ll get the last laugh.”

But the others? The others were a little more concerned than they let on.

Artemis crossed her arms, her eyes narrowed. She didn’t show it, but there was something about seeing you laughing at Wally—laughing, full stop—that made something stir inside her. Was she annoyed? Or maybe... was she jealous? She shook it off, but the thought lingered, an unexpected twist in her chest.

Kaldur, calm and steady as ever, looked at you with a subtle shift in his gaze. He had seen the way you kept yourself apart, always in your own world, never truly engaging with the team. To see you let go, even if just for a moment, was... startling. And yet, he found himself drawn to that side of you. He didn’t want to admit it, but there was something in that laugh that he wished he could see again. That was a side of you no one ever got to see. He could feel the weight of that moment, and in the pit of his stomach, he couldn’t help but wonder if there was more to you than just the distant, untouchable magic-user they all knew.

Conner’s eyes darkened, just a fraction. He wasn’t angry, not exactly. But there was something... wrong, about Wally being the cause of your laughter. He should’ve been the one to bring that out of you. He would have been the one to make you smile like that, if only you had let him in. But no—Wally, of all people, got that reaction. The thought gnawed at him, though he tried to bury it. Still, as he turned his attention back to the mission, the feeling wouldn’t go away.

M'gann, ever empathetic, watched you with a strange mixture of relief and longing. She had always seen the potential for something more behind your distant exterior. But this—this laugh—was the most human she’d seen you in a long time. It made her heart ache to see you so carefree, so real. She wanted to know more, to understand why this moment had broken through that wall you had built around yourself. But a part of her, a selfish part, couldn’t help but wish that she had been the one to make you laugh like that. That she had been the one to break through.

But Wally? Wally just shrugged it off, still grinning through the embarrassment. “Guess I’m just too good at making things entertaining,” he said, brushing himself off.

You looked at him, still chuckling softly, your breath uneven. “You’re so fucking stupid” you replied, finally starting to regain your composure.

But in the back of your mind, you knew something had shifted. You had given them all a glimpse of who you really were, if only for a moment. And even if they didn’t say it, the way they were all watching you now, their expressions just a little more intense, a little more focused, told you that you’d made an impact.

And somehow, you didn’t mind at all.

[arrowheadedbitch]

We meet plenty of vampires, multiple magicusers, but only ONE seer, which implies that they're EXTREMELY RARE, even in the Supernatural magnet that is white chappel

I love Ethan, he's literally white chappel's most specialist boy, no exaggeration

[mitsuki-kaneko]

Magic in motion — spellbound and unshaken 🔮⚡ #MagicUser #AnimeMage #FantasyWaifu #MysticalVibes #MitsukiCast #EnchantingEyes

[lyrinami]

Frost Weaver

Tools used:

Checkpoint: Jib Mix Realistic XL-v16.0 Aphrodite EclecticEuphoria Universal SD3_k4 black-forest-labs/FLUX.1-dev

web-ui:  stable-diffusion-webui (AUTOMATIC1111) stable-diffusion-webui-forge ComfyUI

Other: Photoshop

[firstprincemarketing]

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Tired of backaches, weeding, and pest drama? Grow your own veggies, herbs, and flowers without leaving the couch. Here’s the tea:🔥 Why you’ll stan:Turn 

pizza boxes into free soil magicUse 

coffee grounds to murder slugs (RIP)

Grow 50 plants in 4 sq ft with vertical chaos

DIY self-watering pots = Netflix marathons > watering cansZero effort. 

Zero guilt. Just pure plant-parent vibes.

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[fishduo]

🧙 The Sorcerer

🗝️ #findthekeytoyourinnersoul

#sorcerer #magicuser #wizardry #spellcaster #enchanted #mystical #sorcery #witchcraft #occult #wizardlife #wizardingworld #enchanter #conjurer #spiritualist #magical #charmer #potionsmaster #enchantment #bewitching #mysticpowers #diviner #witchyvibes #alchemy #warlock #crystalball #piscesartists #innersoul #poweredbysquare #supportsmallbusiness

[bluhoro-art]

"Fastest path from A to B"

[theartoflorcan]

Doom Bringer.

Grand high commander of the vast armies of the Society of DOOM. (Demonic Overloads Obliterating Mankind.)

Done for @artclubie's First OC prompt.

#art #drawing #illustration #sketch #ink #promarkers #monster #creature #demon #solider #warrior #magic #occult #magicuser #strange #weird #creepy #horror #darkart #darkarts #irishartist #irishart #dublinart #dublinartist #ArtClubIE #lorcancassidy

[azzyangelfish]

Omg you’re so right! See I have a feeling that there are more than a few unempowered people who are informed because there are a ton of occupations that would likely require empowered and unempowered individuals to work together (emergency responders, military units, government employees, etc.). I think in terms of guns. Wolves will shift and run in areas that people are not allowed to shoot guns in. And, much like in our world, there are places where people can shoot guns and shifters don’t run there. In terms of weaponry used in combat…I’m sure there are different units. Maybe units that have empowered and unempowered people in them are trained and use weapons that are designed to harm stealths (or whoever they’re going after). Weaponry is incredibly useful, dare I say in most cases (like trench warfare) would be more useful than magical combat, especially in a large scale. The department might have specialized weapons that disable a magicusers’ abilities or smth like that. I have thought in great detail about how this might all work. But all in all I have a feeling there are a lot more informed unempowered people than we know. Plus different governments would regulate it differently (cause goodness knows that all the governments in the world could agree on one policy).

Do yall think military personnel who are unempowered would be informed unempowered people? I mean it would make sense because they’d be working with empowered people using their powers and stuff. And like the FBI or CIA or CISIS personnel would need to know. Idk what do you think?

[certifiedskywalker]

Binding Magic of Attraction - Geralt of Rivia

The village you called home has always had a monster problem. The first time the Witcher was called, it was a Cockatrice infestation. He had had the beasts handled before the sunset; left as swiftly as he came. The second time the farmers that lived around you summoned him, it was a Barghest. After he battled the creature, you took the Witcher into your care. He left two days later, though you had wished he had stayed with you longer. Now, your neighbors had called upon the Witcher for a third time, to deal with you. 

“They seem to think you’re attracting the beasts,” Geralt said as he lingered in the doorway of your home. You scoffed and pulled down two ceramic cups from the cupboard.

“Like a warlock? They think I’ve made some pact with a devil? A fiend?” You set the cups aside and pulled the iron kettle off from over the hearth’s fire. “After all I’ve done for them. Typical, isn’t it? The fickleness of humans?”

“You ask as if you aren’t one.”

“I ask because I am aware of my own downfalls,” you corrected. 

A quiet settled over you and Geralt as your poured the steaming water into the cups. The herbs you bundled in mesh began to steep, release the flavor and vitamins of your favorite tea. The concoction would brew fast and, content with your product, your glanced over your shoulder at Geralt. He was still standing by the door, dark armor glinting in the fire light.

Broad shoulders carried the large blades Geralt needed in his violent profession. Just a few moon cycles ago, you were brushing his matted, silver hair from those shoulders. His sweat and grime covered skin had been peppered with wounds for you to care after. The Barghest had been a cruel creature, lurking around the crossroads located a small trek outside the village square. On your loneliest nights, you thought back to that night, back to when Geralt sat between your legs while you patched up the cuts the beasts had made.

“You’re staring.” Geralt’s voice broke you from your memory. Amber eyes studied your face, trailed over your every feature in search of any micro-reaction. Under his gaze you felt like prey being stalked by a predator. Danger made it hard to swallow.

“Am I?” You tore your eyes from the Witcher and checked the steeping tea.

“Mhm,” the sound of wooden floorboards creaking under foot accompanied Geralt’s less than detailed reply. In an attempt to still the wild beating of your heart, you plucked the bundles of soggy herbs from the warm tea and set them to the side. You took a quiet, trembling breath before letting your hands close around the cups.

“Well, you were sent here to kill me,” you turned to face him with tea in hand only to feel your resolve shake further. “We-were you not, Witcher?”

Geralt was close to you when you moved to face him. So close that, when you handed him the cup of tea, the ceramic rim knocked lightly against his armor. To meet his gaze, you had to look upwards. When your eyes found his, the corners of his mouth quirked upwards ever so slightly. You had seen that expression only once before, late in the night when Geralt came to you for healing aid.

“Depends,” he said lowly, too smoothly for your liking. “Are you attracting the beasts? Summoning them to do your bidding?”

Slowly, Geralt takes the cup from your hands. His touch is so gentle that your eyes fall to his hands. Calluses and long scarred over cuts mark the skin of his palm like a patchwork-patterned quilt. How many monsters had those hands slain? How many lives had they taken? How many mages had he…

“No. No,” you replied as you thoughtfully traced your fingertips around the rim of your cup. You didn’t dare meet his eyes. “I would never. As skittish and unreliable as my neighbors can be, I would never wish monsters upon them.” 

“Hmm.”

“What? You don’t believe me?”

Geralt leaned forwards and set the cup you gave him on the table top behind you. Warmth from his body kissed your skin and the scent of sweat mingled with pine from the firs outside filled your nose. He was so close that you could see the scattered patches of grey stubble that lined his jaw and cheeks. His breath tickled the exposed skin of your neck as he pulled away. Eyes of amber held your gaze.

“I know that magic attracts four things: more magic, monsters, death, and me.” You stifled a small, nervous laugh. “You? You find magic attractive?”

“In a sense,” Geralt replied coldly. 

There was no give of a smile on his face anymore. His expression was flat, unmoving, waiting. Waiting for you to make the wrong move. Instead you leaned into the silence for a few seconds more. Geralt’s eyes remained fixed on you, though something had changed in the way he held himself. Perhaps he was a predator no longer.

The shift gave you a miniscule boost of courage. “Are you?”

Geralt cocked his head in confusion. You couldn’t help but smile.

“Are you attracted to me?” 

Shocked by the forwardness of your question, Geralt blinked a few times, in rapid succession. Other than the fluttering of his lashes, the Witcher remained unmoving. His lack of a reply disheartened you, twisted your stomach to the point where even the thought of sipping at your tea made you ill. You set the cup down and turned your back to Geralt.

“Well, you answered your own question then. No magic.”

“Y/N.” Gentle but warning, the way Geralt said your name only made the sting of his hesitation, his original silence, all the more painful. 

You shook your head and continued to clean up your table. Flowers, some dried dead and others in full bloom littered the place. You were amazed that you were not mistaken for a druid. Though, your neighbors probably did not care to know the difference between nature magic and yours. You had been so careful!

“But I will make it easy for you, Witcher,” you said, packing up your newest bunch of tulips. “I’ll leave now, tonight. You can get paid and I’ll find more respectable-”

“Y/N, stop.”

Geralt’s voice was rough this time, like a order. You froze for a moment, frightened, as the sound of wooden floorboards creaking underfoot reached your ears. Before you could turn around, meet the knife he held to your back or the dreadful, knowing look in his eyes, Geralt’s hands found your waist. Slowly, his fingers worked against your clothes, turned your in his grip until you faced him. 

Despite the harshness of his voice, Geralt’s features were soft. His brow, normally furrowed in thought and worry, was relaxed. His lips stayed in a line but you thought you saw the corners of them twitch up when you met his gaze. Glints of affection in his eyes made your heart leap and your fingers curl into a fist around the bundle of tulips you held.

“Show me.” Another order but given quieter, easier. You knew there was no hiding from Geralt. A Witcher knew when there were monsters and magic around. That, and you were much too lost in his warmth to even remember to hide your powers.

With Geralt’s hands still holding your waist, you lifted your bundle of tulips in your grip. Geralt’s eyes flickered between yours and the flowers. You smiled and let the tulips dry in your hands and fall to the floor of your cottage. Geralt’s brow furrowed, worried eyes found yours.

“Look around,” you murmured. 

With the hand that held the flowers, you gestured to the space around you and Geralt. Candles, the only source of light in the room, floated, slowly dipped and twirled along the walls. Geralt’s eyes traced their paths while you still looked up at him. Bathed in the dancing lights, he looked all the more handsome. You eyed the cleft in his chin, then his lips; studied how they opened slightly as he looked around the room. 

“Clever, isn’t it?”

You smiled at him knowingly, not expecting him to look back down at you. His gaze fell to your lips before he met your eyes. 

“No,” he replied, “beautiful.” 

One of Geralt’s hands moved up from your hips to your neck. The tips of his forefinger and thumb brushed against your jaw, tilted your lips towards his. When you finally met in the middle, the candles stopped twirling. The burning wax and wicks floated in place. You were too wrapped up in the binding magic of attraction to focus on your own.

Geralt pulled you flush against him and you felt a surge rush through you. All at once, the candles fell, extinguished by the sudden drop. Your feet began to lift until your toes touched the floor; then nothing at all. You did not need to break the kiss or open your eyes to know that you and Geralt were floating now. You just stayed pressed together, the Witcher and his mage.