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wizard: one who studies, researches, and harnesses the arcane with a focus towards scientific inquiry.

mage: one who studies and harnesses the arcane, often through a metaphorical, or physical, religious lens.

witch: one who harnesses the arcanic arts through artistic expression and spiritually-inclined practice.

sorcerer: a personal term used interchangeably by any of the above. Often tied to a core source of power or a fate-based philosophy, though neither is required. Alternate forms: sorceress, sorcerex.

bard: one who channels the arcane through performance, story, or song.

warlock: one who develops or wields arcane items for defensive, offensive, or security purposes.

alchemist: one who researches, handles, or controls arcane materials and their reactions through scientific inquiry or personal goals.

enchanter: one who imbues physical objects, places, or entities with persistent arcane properties. Alternate forms: enchantress, enchantrex.

artificer: one who blends the arcane with craft, engineering, or machinery, where spell meets solder or steam.

seer: one who may perceive past echoes, possible futures, or hidden truths often through arcane sight or practiced intuition.

Someone linked me this beautiful poster, and I'm just really impressed.

My contribution:

beautiful poster, and I’m

just really impressed.

commission for @leeroyjagginz!

Baby learns the laws of physics ft. Casey Jones jr

Some more doodles:

A soft gasp. “What is that!” Casey asked.

Leo paused, then turned. Casey Jones Jr. asked that question about a lot of things in the present - beach balls, ice cream trucks, glo-sticks, sunflowers - but the question didn’t usually sound so reverent. His eyes tracked Casey’s gaze to the nearby hydrangea plant poking over the nearby brick wall. A dozen bright orange monarchs weighed down the boughs. 

“Butterflies,” Leo answered, trying not to smirk. Casey, apocalypse child as he was, still seemed awed by the simplest of things. “You like them?”

“They’re REAL?” Casey asked.

That caught Leo off guard. “- wait. You had butterflies in the future?” What kind of logic was that. They didn’t have sunflowers but they had butterflies?

“No--” oh thank god. “--but Master Michelangelo...”

Ah. Well, that explained everything, didn’t it. Mikey had drawn them, or described them, or told some bizarre story about them, and little Casey, who’d never even seen the goddamn ocean before, had chucked the insects into the same category as yetis and unicorns. Fake™ as hell.

“They’re so delicate...” Casey whispered, drawing closer slowly, afraid he’d startle them into flight.

A crunch sounded on the pavement behind them. “Sorry I’m late!” Mikey announced, straightening. “The line at the grocery store was so long, you wouldn’t believe--oh, hey! Butterflies!”

He set down his plastic bag and reached up as four insects broke from the group, fluttering around him. One landed on the large orange spot on his shoulder, and Mikey giggled, then opened one eye. “Sorry, guys,” he poked one long green finger at it. “No nectar here. I--whoa, Casey, you good, man?”

Leo whipped around. Casey had tears streaming down his cheeks, a thousand yard stare in his eyes. A shadow of loss and grief. Gently, Leo reached out, tapping him on the shoulder. “Case?”

Casey jumped, then crumpled at the touch.

“Sor--” Casey stammered, covering his eyes. “Sorry. I...”

“It’s okay.” Mikey said, quietly. They all knew a flashback when they saw one. “You wanna talk about it?”

“It’s nothing,” Casey assured them. “I promise.” He wiped the tears away, revealing a crooked smile.

“...Just a memory, that’s all.”