In the Strange Late-Night Crossovers Department:

enterprising-gentleman:

Planet Alaalu’s equivalent of Night Vale Community Radio.

“A friendly and hospitable world where the sun is warm, the oceans are splendid, and everything is absolutely fine. Welcome…to Alaalu.”

"Our top story tonight, listeners: due to suspected influence from Esemeli, the Daughter of the Daughter of Light, shesh and shesh byproducts have now become malevolent forces of shadow. Word has been put out by the government that anyone continuing to practice ceiff farming will be immediately arrested. Representatives stressed that there was no need for panic. Quelt, the planet’s wizard, could not be reached for comment, as she is currently beneath the planet’s crust searching for metal.”

"This just in: three strange beings have arrived on our largest island. Two of them are bipeds like us, but much shorter, and their companion is four-legged and ominously fuzzy. This last individual has been observed chasing flocks of ceiff—perhaps he is aware of the danger of shesh and shesh byproducts. Alaalids, I do not know why these mysterious and elegant strangers are here, but something has changed in the wind.”

"And the keks are still building a miniature, intricate city on the beaches, out past the edge of the Cities. They will not tell us why they are building, but lately, their designs have grown more complex still, and they have been heard to say that something will be happening….soon.”

"And now, let’s go to the weather….”

Started re-reading Deep Wizardry again, and something occurred to me that I can’t believe I never thought of before.

dubiousculturalartifact:

S’ree was the Singer, right? The one who organized the song, the one who serves as the wise voice, the… narrator, for lack of a better word.

S’ree did well in the role, but it wasn’t a perfect fit, not really. You get the sense of that, somehow.

Because it wasn’t supposed to be her role, was it?

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enterprising-gentleman:

bhfroakie:

deskgirl:

nonbinaryviola:

talk street magic to me

drawing power from the metro lines

illusionists busking illegally, shimmering lights disintegrating as they run

plant mages tending tiny rooftop and windowbox gardens

elementary kids learning basic sigils on the playground

wixen taking a while to key into the magic in new cities when they move

alchemists dealing on the side to support their experiments

middleschoolers making friendship talismans and amulets for everyone

numerologists who’ll do your math homework for $5 or divine your fortune for $10

kids mass-texting luck and speed spells when their parties get broken up by the cops

Hell yeah, let’s talk about magic.

Like elementary kids learning silly (or inappropriate) charms from each other on the bus, the same way we learned our first swear words. Clapping games across the bus aisle, but with spells instead of rhymes.

Worrying that your friend is getting into dark magic, but not knowing how to talk to them about it. Intervention programs for kids abusing hexes and runes, because magic has given them control over something for once in their life, and they’re starting to make some dangerous choices.

Psychic teachers knowing when you’re cheating. Knowing when you’re having trouble with homework. Or at home. Knowing when you need tutoring or an AP course because you’re just not being challenged or a different teaching method because you can’t process what you’re learning in class no matter how hard you try, and the teacher tells you it’s okay, they know. They know.

Magic graffiti. Graffiti in wild places, and graffiti that vanishes when certain people roll by like the police. Or graffiti that only appears when the police walk by to insult them. Murals. Swirling, living murals on the sides of buildings. Murals that—if you listen closely—can be heard, not just seen.

In the evenings, kids hiding out in someone’s backyard or an alley passing around a joint and casting minor illusions to watch while high.

Chalk artists making works that are so realistic, they come to life off of the sidewalk.

One man bands in the park, with instruments floating around playing themselves.

Punk concerts in empty lots with amped out music and lights, but noise-cancelling spells and illusion hide them in plain sight from anyone outside of the lot.

Mediums predicting people in need, and making sure to be there at just the right moment to lend them a helping hand. “You seem upset, do you need to talk?” “Oh, you’re a dollar short? No, don’t put the milk back; I’ll cover you.” “I think your hair looks perfect today.” “You really ought to try taking your resume to this store. Trust me.”

Necromancers in forensics speaking with the dead to solve homicides and cold cases. Living lie detectors as beat cops and detectives and DEA agents.

Strangely cheap five star food diners that bake actual love into their apple pie, and they always know your dietary restrictions without being told.

Service golems in various sizes and shapes, making sure their magic users aren’t crowded, get medical attention, go where they need to, etc.They don’t get distracted, they can be hollow to hold things like medications, and in rare instances… they seem to develop loving attachment to their users despite not being alive.

Little old landladies who dabble in witchcraft brewing homeopathic remedies for people in their apartment complex.

Street magic is an amazing concept.

I Neeeeeeeeeeed this.

dubiousculturalartifact:

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enterprising-gentleman answered your post: I feel like drawing something with pen…

Dairine Callahan and the mobiles?

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sapphirefiber answered your post: I feel like drawing something with pen…

Perhaps a mobile from YW? I’ve been having many mobile feels since I named my 3d printer Spot…

Well, since I got two requests for mobiles, that’s what I went with!

More of a quick sketch, than a finished work by any means, (ie oh look i forgot to erase the line of her leg on her hand) but the goal was more practice than anything, and it was rather fun… Thanks for the idea!