I do love magic with consequence. Now, I don’t necessarily mean a spell shortens a person’s life expectancy. While there is a long-term consequence, my attention falls upon the immediate effects.
For instance, a witch casts a blast of fire against commoners. They should burn to death at most, at least, a little burn. Let their skin boil. Maybe the building the witch is in catches fire from her own attack? Maybe she gets badly burned? Killed? Likewise, people (depending on the universe/context) should respond in kind. Such as, “magic-user? Lynch them, shoot them,” ect.
I also think magic should have psychological implications. I don’t mean madness, rather the magic-user treats it with the same sort of reverence a scientist might to the scientific method; a love for it, or even a dependency. But, an attachment similar to how we are with electricity. Dependency can be horrible based upon your point of view, but, for most, they wouldn’t think it’d be a good idea to strip out our source of power.
Same goes for a magic-user. Most of the ‘horrible’ things people think about witches and wizards is what a muggle would think. But, what’s more for many witches, magic isn’t an external source, it’s part of their nature.
These are examples, and not to be confused with absolutes. I mean, it’s not like I have any sort of authority anyway. XD
Reading Material: Stand-Out-Books
Why must the leaves yellow and the earth turn white?
For her to stretch after a slumber, enlivening all
Soon to dream once more, turning the wheel
Such worries possessed by microbes.
In the corner of your eye; between moments
Hidden behind the thinnest veils
Tenuous snowfall melts; outside your grasp
Never known ’till you find yourself lost
In an ephemeral spring none can find
In an untravelable extradimensional space
Crumpling within a world beneath your body
A descent that leads you outside yourself
In an oxygenless zone you traverse bare
An evanescent venture; without proof
The world is turning inside out
I can move outside my skin
I chew on scientists’ dogma
While I watch ghosts dance
I’m ashamed and sometimes forget
The world is inside out, as am I
But, I’m an intermediary fluid
Running across the edge of the earth
Ah,hahah,ahahaha! Finally, after a trillion years, the project is dead! By dead I mean I finished it, and although I won’t publicly share it (since it was done purely for a friend), I found that it actually helped with my edits heavily.
By adding music, ambiance and editing the audio, I noticed both mechanical errors, as well as literary deficiencies that I was able to fix up. While I don’t know if I’ll do this again for my second book in my series, as this was an absurd amount of work that I did solely out of morbid masochistic curiosity, this was a really useful project. I built my book up a bit more, got creative in lacking sections that if I didn’t do this, wouldn’t have realized they needed to be modded.
Anyhow, that’s all, since I finished this nightmare I thought I ought to celebrate it’s completion. By celebrate it’s more so, *guzzles coffee and listens to Council of Geeks*
An OC of mine from the Grand Order. This is an unfinished piece–I’m partially unsure as to how I’m going to finish it. Her hair is red–and part of me wants to leave the red as is. Still not sure.
I initially finished this art piece, but, I’m going back to rework the background yet again.