#too many wizards

[lorcblog]

130+ kinds of wizard

Someone on Reddit wanted help brainstorming new power sources for magic users. They said they were even willing to commission someone to help with brainstorming.

I was simultaneously charmed that they were willing to pay, and appalled that someone might accept money for the easiest part of game design. So I came up with a few freebies for them.

I may have gone a bit hard. In my defence I was having fun. Stashing them here for future access:

Channelling ley-lines (it matters where you are)

Siphoning life energy

Bargain with a demon (terrible price yet to be paid)

Owns a pet genie

Guardian angel

Star-powered (constellation theme)

Blessed by a god

Descended from a god (remnant of divine power)

Manipulating your own blood (health>magic)

Magic ink to create tattoos or paintings that come to life (art>magic)

Psychic powers (emphasis on mind-related effects)

In tune with nature

Luck-manipulation (yours and others)

Your power comes from how much other people believe in your powers

Gain magic by stealing/absorbing other people's spells

Using a stolen staff/book full of someone else's magic

Possessed by a powerful magical weapon

Animal-themed magic granted by a nature spirit

Every spell is a pact with a minor local spirit

Martial artist whose techniques have magical effects

Cult leader who draws powers from your followers' faith

You make and use wands and other disposable magic tools

Shadow manipulation, weak against the sun.

On-theme magic from your allegiance to the elemental plane of whatever

Elemental channeller, but only one element at a time (non-traditional elements are coolest)

Haunted by the ghost of a powerful wizard who casts for you

You're dead but use various spells to stay in the living realm

Brought back from the dead by a magical patron who gave you a mission

Drank a weird potion and now you're always burping up spells

Various alchemical potions that allow you to transmute or rearrange matter

Gain power from various binding vows and taboos

All your power resides in the magitech staff you're always tinkering with

Compulsive reader who fuels their magic by sacrificing memories

Chaos wizard whose magic only works because of how unpredictable it is

Carries a deck of cards, each card has a different spell on it

Latest of a long magical bloodline, with history and responsibilities

Untutored natural talent whose magic is raw - potent but hard to control

Possessed by a demon that hates you, but can't afford to let you die

Possessed by an angel that loves you, but doesn't want to hurt anyone

A mad alchemist replaced all your blood with a magic potion

You were hit by lightning and the lightning decided to stay in you

Power from the sun and moon, with different powers under each

Manipulating language to create magical effects

Combining runes with special meanings in various combinations

Sharing magic with a twin, so you need to take turns

Devoting yourself to someone and gaining magic that can only affect them

Gain spells from the icky monster parts you eat

Balance magic, where you need to match the harm and help your spells do

Ghost magic, binding the souls of the dead to a purpose

Rainbow magic, each colour does something different

Focusing your magic through special gems to create spell effects

Inscribing your spells on weapons and armour

Wearing your spells as armour, "spending" them for extra effect

Summoning the spirits of legendary heroes

Summoning the spirits of legendary weapons/tools

Fleshcrafting - manipulating the body of yourself and others

Full of magical centipedes

Fire and ice magic, but try to balance use of both so you don't freeze/burn

An angel and a demon do you favours as they compete over your your soul

You're a dragon or giant wizard's familiar

Sacred geometries and the hidden powers of numerology

Born with a finite amount of magic power and when it's used up it's all gone

Mirror magic - illusions, jumping into reflections or making them real.

Smoking pipeweed to make smoke constructs, walk on clouds etc

Burned as a witch and didn't die, kept alive but on fire by magic

Not a real wizard - all your "spells" are tricks and lies

Very flexible magic but can never cast the exact same spell twice

Your magic overflows – you have to cast spells because you’ll explode if it builds up in you

Your magic is a literal biological parasite living in your body

Eating magic items to recharge/boost your spells

You only know one spell, but it’s a really useful one

Use the iron in your blood to control magnetism; railgun beats fireball

You’ve got a loyal elemental serving in place of one limb

Law magic that sets up terms and conditions for others to obey, or face the consequences

Part of an organisation of allied mages all drawing their power from the same artificial source

Dream magic; putting people to sleep, prophecy and manifesting nightmares

You’re a dream creature in the waking world and don’t really understand magic’s not meant to work

Drawing power from the scrimshawed bones of ancient beasts

Water-powered so you recharge in the rain and get dehydrated if you cast too much

Bargaining; you can magically enforce contracts and use magic to trade in abstract qualities

Alien from another plane whose “magic” is 100% natural, but needs to use “spells” to perform mundane actions

Halfway to being a vampire – holding the transformation at bay with potions and using your powers like spells

Rage-powered magic that’s less effective the happier you are

Stapled a bunch of beholder eyestalks on to yourself

Power from obscurity – the less someone knows about you, the stronger your spells are to them

Wealth-powered magic where you sacrifice currency for spell effects

Namer – find something’s true name (or name it yourself) to have power over it

Only follower of a tiny god who demands great obedience but performs tiny miracles

Devotee of a trickster god where your spells only work if they’re causing clever chaos

Reincarnation of a powerful wizard who doesn’t remember all of their past life yet

You flunked out of wizard college and don’t really understand what you’re doing, it just works, OK?

Undead-eater who channels the necromantic energy of other necromancers

Gaining the powers/knowledge of a thing by wearing the right mask/disguise

Power spells by imbibing magical drugs/alcohol that cause increasing impairment

Negotiating favours from the fair folk

Your magic consists entirely of powerful rituals with lasting effects that take at least half an hour to cast

Your spells must be powered by the sacrifices of other people, so you’re always trading favours to keep casting

Magic granted by one specific tree which you must protect at all costs

Your family is bonkers rich so you just have an invisible magical butler

Magic granted by a hive of friendly enchanted bees that you carry like a backpack

Paradox magic where every night tomorrow-you teaches yesterday-you the spells you will have needed

Every spell is a little pet creature you've found and looked after

Spell breeder where you make new spells by combining old ones

Creating prophecies that always come true

[That’s the end of the ones I posted on Reddit. I think that’s 104. New ones below]

Your “spells” are magical diseases you’re infected with; try not to pass them on

You passed through the dolmen gate to awaken your mage-sight

Replaced one eye with an orb of power

Plant spellseeds into the earth every night and harvest the spells for casting each morning

Create temporary links to places and creatures to channel spells based on them

Lunar magic whose spells change with the moon phase

Saved the life of a magic fish you gave you powers

Spellcasting powers are a duty handed down across the generations

You’re a naturally magical creature polymorphed into human shape

Your magic “powers” are actually a curse eating you alive

You know potent runes which you sketch onto surfaces with chalk for spell effects

Drank from a magic fountain and all the magic climbed in to yourself

Someone else bargained for power and you got it due to a clerical error

Your “spells” are fate conspiring to keep you alive for a greater destiny/doom

Prodigy who invented a school of magic unrecognised by conventional wisdom

Monk who receives magical focus through mortification and asceticism

Gained sympathetic magic from following in the path of a legendary hero

Satchel full of scrolls that never seems to run out

Scientific and impious “prayer” that calls down divine favours through arcane means

Coat of many colours, every patch woven with a different enchantment

Parasitic haemotroph vine infection grows magical fruits you can eat, throw etc

Golf bag of magic staves collected from defeated rival wizard's

Orbiting halo of arcane crystals with unique spell-like powers

Exile from a magically advanced lost civilisation

Time-travelling tourist from a magically advanced possible future

Channels raw magical energy through a carefully-faceted focal lens

Untamed magic erupts from you unpredictably

Destined for greatness, some of your future power leaks back through time

Aided and guided by the souls of your ancestors

Explorer from an undersea kingdom who had to learn magic to survive above water

From a magic-hating culture that cursed you with this talent to be an asset to your people

Born without a soul and magic rushed in to fill the void

Lost your soul and a wizard gave you theirs to save yourself

Cursed with ever-growing hair, you tie it into knots and braids to weave spells

[ruushes]

sleeping arrangements (not sure tara would ever actually deign to sleep in the same 20ft radius as shovel but who can resist those big shiny insectoid black eyes 🥺)

plus:

[not-rab]

regulus who dyed his hair from blonde to black to look more like sirius

narcissa who dyed her hair from black to blonde to look less like andromeda

[stayuntilthefoglifts]

"But must it always be a tragedy? Maybe suns are meant to love boys who fall into seas." I KNOW it's supposed to be a quote about Icarus, but it's so Jegulus coded I can not stop thinking about it.

[reigobun]

early AT anniversary art

[wildberrypunch]

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[ids in alt]

[ultravioletbrit]

“jealous” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 465 words

“mistletoe kiss” - 25 Days of Jegumas - Day 21 - @noblehouseofgay

Regulus is standing on one side of the common room leaning against the wall with a drink in his hand talking to Barty and Evan. He’s talking to Barty and Evan, but he’s making eye contact with James Potter.

James Potter, who’s standing on the other side of the common room presumably having a conversation with his friends, but his eyes haven’t left Regulus’ all night.

That is, until a girl Regulus doesn’t know walks over and puts her hand on James’ forearm. It takes James a moment, but he does eventually break eye contact with Regulus to look at the girl with long brown hair and an unnecessarily tight top.

Regulus isn’t prepared for the wave of jealously that washes over him. He has no reason to be jealous, they were just looking at each other. He’s jealous because James Potter stopped looking at him? He shakes his head to clear those thoughts from his mind and pushes off the wall.

“I’m getting another drink.” He mumbles, already walking away.

He refills his drink, but he’s not ready to go back to his friends yet, so he finds a secluded corner where he can take a minute to clear his mind. A minute is pretty much all he gets before he’s interrupted.  

“Hey.”

Of course, James Potter would find him when he’s trying to clear his mind of James Potter.

“Hi.” Regulus says and they fall into an awkward silence.

“She wanted a mistletoe kiss.” James breaks the silence after a moment.

“Who?” Regulus feigns ignorance.

“The girl. Her friends dared her to ask, I guess.” James says nervously.

“Good for her.” Regulus snarks and pushes off the wall to walk away.

“I said ‘no’.” James blocks his path. Regulus instinctively looks up and James is already looking down and they instantly make eye contact. “There’s someone else I want to have a mistletoe kiss with.” James whispers, taking a small step forward.

“Good for them.” Regulus whispers back, never breaking eye contact.

James slowly takes another step forward and Regulus still doesn’t break eye contact even when he notices James’ arm moving.

“Good for you.” James whispers even softer than before.

Regulus gives him a curious look and James breaks their eye contact to look up slightly. Regulus follows his movement and sees James holding mistletoe over their heads.   

Regulus huffs a small laugh and looks back at James. They hold eye contact for just a moment before James raises a questioning eyebrow. Regulus narrows his eyes and bites his cheek to try and hide his smile. He lets out another small chuckle as he steps forward to close the last distance between them.

“Put your arm down, idiot.” Regulus whispers as he pushes up on his toes. James doesn’t put his arm down until their lips meet under the mistletoe.

[deswhomst]

See You Again (Will I?) — @black-brothers-microfic — WC: 1366 | Warnings: implied (sacrificial) suicide

Hogwarts circa June, 1978.

“Regulus,” Sirius said, the name foreign on his tongue, the sound wrong in his ears.

The younger boy gave a short nod. “Sirius.”

Oh—his own name sounded wrong, too.

It was a well-established fact that Sirius hated the Blacks and that included the hollow shell of a brother he once knew—who was now staring back at him with a razor-sharp gaze.

Regulus used to be such a soft kid—annoying and snobbish, yes, but polite and sweet, too. It was like Sirius had blinked one day and Regulus had shattered into a mosaic of broken glass, all jagged edges that threatened to leave the deepest cuts. A part of Sirius knew that he had missed out on his brother’s life by his own choice but he couldn’t help the wound that opened up in his heart at thought.

Sirius decided to speak up. “I’m leaving.”

Regulus raised one perfectly arched eyebrow.

“I mean—” Sirius grimaced at the wording. “Hogwarts. Seventh Year done and whatnot.”

“A bit surprised, if I’m being honest,” Regulus said. “I always imagined that you would get expelled.”

Why did he speak like that? Absolutely zero emotion on his face. He had changed so much in the last two years—him arguing with Sirius and being a little bitch was much better than … whatever this was.

“Yeah, well,” Sirius shrugged, passing him a toothy grin. “Came close once. Or ten times.”

“I’m sure.”

Usually, Sirius would be mean to Regulus. He would look at him and turn away in pure contempt. Today, however, with all the goodbyes and a war looming ahead, Sirius found himself overcome with a fondness for his brother that hasn’t been there in … six years? Longer?

Sirius has heard the rumors about Regulus already becoming a Death Eater. He knew that even if it wasn’t true, yet, that was still the path Regulus was heading down. That has always been his big goal in life. The thought of it brought back some bitterness but the more prominent cloud in Sirius’ mind was a heavy reminder that he would be on opposite sides of a war with his own brother.

He had no confirmation that Regulus had actually taken the Dark Mark and as long as he didn’t, Sirius reasoned, he had one last chance to say the goodbye they had put off for two years.

Sirius didn’t think much about it. Words were failing him, anyways, and so he moved forward, bringing his arm around Regulus in a hug that neither of them were prepared for.

Regulus went rigid instantly, his entire body locking up as if he had been petrified. The hesitation, the instinctive recoil, it all vibrated through Sirius’ own body, but then—slowly, stiffly—Regulus started to return the embrace. In all honesty, it was not much at all. There was no warmth—in fact, even under the glare of the summer sun, Regulus felt colder than ice. But it was there, he was there, and Sirius decided that this would have to count. It would have to mean something, and it does.

Sirius exhaled through his nose, gripping the fabric of Regulus’ robes for just a second longer before pulling back. His hands lingered on his brother’s arms, giving them a brief squeeze before letting go entirely.

“This is the last time,” Sirius said, voice not as steady as he had intended.

Regulus blinked, something flickering across his face but it was gone before Sirius could place it. “Hmm?”

“This is the last time,” Sirius pressed more firmly, “we will ever see each other.”

Regulus did not argue. He only nodded, paused for one second, then promptly turned on his heel and walked away.

This time, Sirius watched Regulus leave.

Knockturn Alley circa August, 1979.

Regulus stepped out of Burkin and Burkes, the replica of Slytherin’s locket safely tucked into his pocket. Time was moving slowly for him tonight, which probably made sense since he was quite literally on his way to trade his life for the real locket.

For someone who was about to die at eighteen, Regulus didn’t have much that he wanted to do. He wished that things had been different but, honestly, even without the war, Regulus Black would not mean anything to anyone. That was his reality, it was his burden, and he will rot the water with it soon.

Perhaps the universe wasn’t done punishing Regulus, though, because as he turned down an alley, he came face to face with his brother. The estranged, disowned brother he hadn’t seen in a year. The brother who was actively fighting against him.

Where the light bled into the dark, where the flickering streetlamps didn’t reach, that’s where Regulus saw Sirius again.

One last time.

“I don’t want to fight,” Regulus found himself saying, immediately, voice small. He was exhausted—bone-deep and soul-deep. There was nothing left in him to give anymore. “Please, Sirius.”

Sirius was accessing him carefully, jaw clenched tightly, but Regulus caught the hint of concern in his unforgiving gaze. He must look like a special brand of shit for Sirius to put aside his hatred.

“You look like hell,” Sirius muttered, confirming that theory.

Regulus huffed. “Don’t we all?”

Sirius didn’t smile. Regulus hadn’t expected him to. With that, a silence settled over them, and calling it uncomfortable would not do it justice.

None of it mattered, anyways.

Regulus was already dying.

He was dying, and Sirius hated him.

He was dying, and no one loved him.

“I know we’re on opposite sides,” he admitted, keeping his gaze fixed on the cold stone wall behind Sirius’ shoulder. “And I know what that means.”

“Do you?” Sirius’ voice was sharp, edged with something dangerous. Something awful, something hateful. “Because if you did, you wouldn’t be here.”

Regulus shook his head, a bit desperate. “I do,” he hesitated, his fingers curling into fists at his sides. “I don’t expect you to understand, but this—this is something that I have to do.”

Sirius’ expression twisted, frustration flickering across his face. “You’ve never had to—”

“Listen,” Regulus cut in, digging crescents into his palm. “I meant what I said about not wanting to fight. Please, Sirius, don’t be mean to me today.”

It was unfair. It was pathetic, too, but again—Regulus was dying so nothing mattered. What was Sirius going to do? Leave him again? Kill him more?

None of it mattered.

Regulus didn’t matter. He never had, never will.

“Reggie—”

And maybe it was simply the fear of dying alone or maybe it was the use of the nickname the Regulus hadn’t heard in years that made him pull Sirius into a hug in that moment.

Regulus had never initiated an embrace with anyone before—and he never will after this. This had been his last chance to do so and he has done it. Now, at least, Regulus can claim that in the eighteen years he got, he had given one hug.

It was warm despite his own inherent coldness. Unlike Regulus, Sirius didn’t hesitate before retuning it, arms circling around his shoulders. It was then that Regulus realized that he had grown taller than Sirius. The older Black seemed to have come to the same conclusion, his response being a tight squeeze.

In another life, Regulus would have teased him about this. In another life, Sirius would have been annoyed by this.

Regulus didn’t let go of his brother for what felt like an eternity. He wished that Sirius would ask him to stay, but how could Sirius know where he was headed? Would it change anything, Regulus wondered? If Sirius knew that Regulus was going to give up his life to bring down the Dark Lord, would he stop him?

Will he mourn him?

Will anyone?

“Alright. Alright,” Sirius sighed. He was the first to pull away and it had to be him because Regulus wasn’t brave enough to face reality again. “Stupid question but … are you okay?”

Regulus supposed that’s something he hasn’t done yet. Be okay. He pulled back further, shrugging.

“You were wrong, Sirius,” Regulus muttered. “This is the last time we will ever see each other.”

Sirius had left once, so Regulus had to be the one who left at least twice.

And for good this time.

Edit: Moodboard I made inspired by this

[that-bitch-kat3]

do you know how hard it is to have a friend group and not know which marauders everyone is? my brainrot is tearing this family apart.

[freezerfridays]

I will never be normal about her (ignore the absolutely horrid image quality I don't know why it's so blurry)

[its-wabby-stuff]

Mikey Goes To Oz

<Time spent: 49 hours 17 minutes>

When Mikey takes some time away from a loud family squabble he accidentally ends up getting “flushed” down the sewers. This winds up sending him to the colorful land of Oz where he meets a good witch, a wicked witch, a brainless scarecrow, a heartless Tinman, a cowardess lion, and a powerful wizard, all disguised behind very familiar faces.

A canon adjacent spin off set before the season one finale but after they discover Splinter is Lou Jitsu

I wanted to fit each of the boys into their “you’ve had this all along” category. Leo isn’t brainless, in fact he’s pretty clever with a street smart, people reading ability on par with Donnie’s intelligence. Donnie isn’t heartless, he just has a tough time expressing his feelings. They are complex and unalgorithic but he can get just as excited or sad or angry as anyone, as much as he may deny it. Raph isn’t a coward, but being brave sometimes means admitting you’re scared and that you maybe don’t have all the answers. You dont have to be strong all the time and you don’t have to do it by yourself.

In the movie Dorothy’s journey home is also a representation of her running away. The important thing was to remember there were people who cared about her. Mikey is experiencing a similar phenomenon, wanting the escape the bad vibes in the lair. His “you’ve had it all along” is interesting because it is an object, since the Ruby kneepads could’ve taken him home the whole time. And sometimes getting home means going on a journey only to realize you never left.

I put April as Glinda because Glinda appears as a defender of the weak, and I see April in a similar light. Always willing to help and beat someone up if it is so required. Splinter as The Wizard of Oz represents Splinters own willingness to hide behind different personas, his running from the past and the pulling back of the curtain for Mikey in timeline. The Wizard grows through the movie, albeit quickly, and ends up leaving Oz to go home leaving his legacy with the scarecrow, the Tinman, and the lion. In this case the passing of the baton to his sons.

Meanwhile Draxum as the wicked witch felt much more how Mikey sees Draxum at this time in the show, mostly just an antagonistic force who wants something from them. Fun fact: I imagine throughout this dream, Draxum is uninterested in being the wicked witch but is pressed into it via plot. Hence his disinterest in being “melted.”

Additional characters not pictured: Big Mama as the Wicked Witch of the East (those were her Ruby kneepads!!) and Todd as the Mayor of Munchkin Land. If you can think of more, feel free to leave them in the comments or tags.

[subsequent-consequent]

Candied ginger cookie! Since white lily's gone now, who is the one guarding the silver tree? Yknow,, where all the beasts reside??

Without souls to contain, the tree lost it’s purpose.

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transcript:

Well the tree was falling apart without any beasts in it yeah it was rotting it was bad

before freedom fell

what do we do?! I…don’t know- and the beasts are still in there? I don’t think so.

what are we supposed to do now? I have to face silent salt cookie. And after?

well…

it depends…

…hopefully my friends

are doing better…

than me.

yeah, but the faeries are alright, we talked before coming back to Crispia. well… they were pretty upset- we all are! Now we need to get back to planning.

[dude-the-ancient-dragon]

Dragons are vital to the ecosystem and socio political structure. Chamizal too loaded? Dragon. Too many moose? Dragon.

Too many dragons? Bigger dragon. Empire too big and threatening the world? Dragon.

[saturnsconstellation]

James “The crime occurs at the exact moment you break a law” Potter

Barty “it’s only a crime if you get caught” Crouch jr

[instantpansies]

life is hard for us oz fans who are only meh about wicked. have half a meme.