Magic user comic

This is a webcomic about Mages and Sorcerers and Demons and Spirits.A long list I know but what can you do about it?

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it is canon that Fyna, the blonde of the magic user group, does Ballet and takes piano lessons. Tyze actually likes to swim, Arjan hates it. Desmon was a really happy kid. Mirah had a family And Islea loves all her siblings and remembers them all BY NAME along with all her other relatives.

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@desmonandmirah , Guess which of our fave mage girls are back!

I miss these kids.

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The girllsss

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Welcome?

This is a blog dedicated to a ‘Magic users’ comic.

 The writer, @desmonandmirah, Is working her butt off to write the actual chapters, Whilst I ( @shadowsreading / @artistic-shadows ) am drawing the concept art and the actual comic. 

There will be a written post about when The proper comic is going to be posted so please be patient and don’t hate on us seriously.

Anyways, If you have any questions about some of the ideas and the characters I’m sure my friend and I will be able to answer them (just don’t be rude alright. we are trying)

Thanks!

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Art blog for shadowsreading changed to @pageintheshadows

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Broken promises

Okay, imagine being in the Magic User universe and this happening.....

Desmon and his father are on the way to the House of Spirit. Desmon is holding a little bouquet of flowers in one hand and a small wrapped box in the other. Desmon’s father observes him for a while before coughing.

“I’m sure she’ll like the gifts,” he says into the silence.

Desmon looks up at his father uncertaintly then back down at the gifts in his hands. He had the box wrapped and ready to go for a few months now, knowing that she would like it then, but now he wasn’t so sure. He is sweating where he sits wondering if he should of gotten her something else.

“How can you be so sure about that?” He asks shakily.

His father gives him a knowing smile then gestures at Desmon.

“Because they are from you,” Is all he says before he winks.

Desmon goes pink before looking once again down at the gifts he has in his hands. He starts to think about the last time he saw Mirah, smiling and full of joy. He hopes that she still would be when he see’s her again. Up until now their parents had been keeping an eye on one another, Desmon doesn’t know why and he tried several time to find out. He sighs. They are almost there now, he is starting to wonder if she would actually like the gifts he got for her. Then wondered what she might have got him. He shakes his head, trying to clear his thoughts. He will find out soon. His thoughts flicker to the promise he made with Mirah that day they found out they were to married to one another. He thinks about her expression as he had said the words, it was breathtakingly beautiful and sad that for a moment he couldn’t breath properly.

When the carriage comes to a stop, he hesitates before getting to his feet. Something felt strange to him, something off and wrong. It’s almost like a stomachache, he has to regain his balance before he can get down and out of the carriage. But when he does, his world becomes a void. Cold and dark dread flows into him. It takes him a few moments to realise just what he’s looking at.... It’s the ruins of the House of Spirit. What once was a stone mansion is now a pile of rubble and what used to remain of the family. Desmon’s legs can’t hold him up any more, he falls heavily to his knees not noticing the pain over the heartache. He can’t seem to think straight anymore, why can’t he think? He looks down numbly at his hands, he’s clutching the flowers in a fist and the box seems to have dropped on to the ground next to him.

“No. This isn’t real.” He says quietly to himself. No, no this can’t be real. It’s not real, this is all not happening. It can’t be happening. No. No.

He looks up at the remains of the mansion and something inside him flips a switch and his mind is slowly tearing itself a part. A noise in the background slowly comes into focus through the pain and the dread. It is calling him.

“Desmon! Desmon” It sounds like his father voice reaching for him. “Look at me... look at me... Can you hear me Desmon?”

Hands on his shoulders are shaking him. He looks up into the face of his father to see that there is a look of despair and fear in his expression. There is dust and dirt on his coat and gloves, like he went into the ruins of the mansion to look around for survivors himself. But the look on his face, Desmon has only seen that look on his fathers face once before when.... when was it? It seems like forever ago. Desmon can feel his heart cracking and breaking within himself as he stares brokenly at the ruins.

The boys father doesn’t know what to do. He found the head of the house and his wife dead in what used to be the dinning room, with their youngest daughter wrapped in the mothers arms. As far as he searched, he couldn’t find Mirah in all the rubble and ruin. But the horror he felt was when Desmon just started to stare emptily at the place where the most powerful family once lived. Once......

Desmon is going through every memory that he has had with Mirah in it, he’s not doing it purposely, he can’t help how the memories seem to stream to the surface. Memories of Mirah laughing, crying, even glaring at him, they all rise to the foreground of his mind drowning out his fathers voice. Thus making the pain intensifying. Then his mind flickers to the promise, the promise that they would always together no matter what. No, not happening, not real. No, it’s not real. This isn’t real... Mirah..... The sting in his eyes makes him realise that he is starting to cry. The tears slowly make their way down his face as he clenches his fist and crushing the flowers in his hand. The despair and sorrow is now crushing down on him, making it harder to breath, harder to see, even harder to think.

“This isn’t real. It’s not real. It can’t be real. No.” He mutters as he stares at the place where the front door used to be.

“I’m sorry,” Desmon’s father says putting a hand on his heartbroken sons shoulder. “There is no one left alive.”

Desmon’s world disappears right before him. He builds a wall around his heart, brick by aching brick, never to let anyone else get close to him ever again. Never again will he make the same mistake again. 

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Donut rings

 Imagine a little Mirah and Desmon sitting out the back of a huge manstion in a dark forest with only a box of donuts in between them. Imagine that the two are sitting opposite one another, staring at the space between them, not knowing what to say to the other. Imagine how they would feel after just being told that they were to be married together when they were eligible. 

Mirah didn’t know what to say, she was married to her best friend. They’ve always known each other, always told each other everything that was on their minds. Mirah glances up to see that Desmon is staring fixedly at the ground like he didn’t know where to look, like he doesn’t know what to do, or how to feel about their current situation. He sucks in a breath, holds it for a moment then sighs before briefly looking up at Mirah, only to see that she is looking at him. He looks down at the box of donuts and coughs.

Mirah’s face turns red and burns in embarrassment, she doesn’t know what she should say. When she was told the news that she was to be married to Desmon, all she could feel was shock. she thought she might faint on the spot. Now she is alone with him, she can’t help but feel like she should say something to make the mood lighter.

“Dez?” She says hesitantly.

Desmon looks up, his brown eyes bright. He looks lost and as shocked as she felt. A sting in her eyes was the only indication that she was starting to cry, the tears slid down her face as she stared at him. After a moment he realises that she is crying, his face crumbles. He only ever see’s Mirah cry when she’s in pain or suffering.

“Mirah don’t cry, don’t cry.” Desmon says softly.

He gets to his feet and walks over to Mirah’s side, he kneels and hugs her around her shoulders.

“Mirah, please don’t cry. You know I can’t stand it when you cry.” He says. “Being married to me isn’t going to be that bad is it?”

Mirah sniffles and shrugs her shoulders. Desmon only just realises that he’s holding his breath when he feels the urge to exhale. It wasn’t the answer that he wanted to hear from her, but it couldn’t be helped.

“We can practice being married if you want,” Desmon says before he lets her go.

When he moves opposite her again he can see that she is smiling faintly, like she is weighing the pros and cons. Desmon looks back down at the donuts and smiles to himself. It might work. He hesitantly picks up a donut and holds out a hand for Mirahs, after a moment of hesitation she puts her hand in his before looking up into his eyes. Desmon silds the donut on to her ring finger.

“Mir, I may not be perfect but I do love you and care for you.” He says. “Lets make a promise that we will always be together whether we are married or not.”

Mirah stares up at him and smiles warmly, she nods.

“I promise, cross my heart and hope to die.” She says smiling.

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Cake face!!

Imagine this happening in the Magic User universe!!!

Islea and Tyze are in the kitchen talking about the ingredents in a standard cake that Islea makes for the bakery. The oven suddenly goes off and Tyze jumps, Islea gives him a look of surprise then rolls her eyes before opening the oven and taking out the cake. With her oven mitts on she holds the cake out in front of her, showing it to Tyze. After a few moments she sets it down on the bench and starts to get her pipe bag out of a draw. When she puts the icing into the bag, she looks over her shoulder to see that Tyze is glancing from her to the pipe bag with an air of confusion.

“What’s that for?” he asks.

Islea turns and looks at him with shock.

“You used to work in a kitchen and you don’t know what a pipe bag is?” She asks horrified.

Tyze looks at Islea.

“How the hell did you know that I used to work in a kitchen?” He asks stiffly.

Islea smiles bitterly and shakes her head.

“I just guessed.” Is all she says before turning back to the cake.

When she has finished decorating the cake with light pink icing, she turns to see Tyze staring thoughtfully at the cake like he’s trying to figure something out in his mind. She rolls her eyes.

“You were that useless weren’t you? That useless not to know what a simple kitchen utensil was.” She says her voice cold but she is smiling at the same time.

Tyze moves so quickly that Islea’s eyes can’t follow the movement and she ends up face first into the cake. Tyze’s laughter fills the room as Islea lifts her face out of the cake and turns to glare at him.

“Your new name shall be cake face” Tyze says through gasps

When Tyze doubles over in pain from laughing too hard, Islea throws a handful of cake at him. When it splatters on the front of his shirt, he looks at her in surprise. Then a dark look crosses his face and he lifts an eyebrow in a silent challenge.

“Bring it on...” Islea says in a soft voice.

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Ice-cream fight

Imagine this:

Markus says something to Arjan and Tyze, making them both stand and throw their sundays at Markus, who dodges it. But the ice-cream ends up hitting Mirah who is sitting and reading a book. When it hits her, she looks up and her gaze narrows in on Arjan and Tyze. She leaves the room, much to the guys relief and they relax. They both look at one another and frown.

Then imagine, Mirah walks back into the room with ice-cream covered rocks in either hand and is giving the guys a predatory smile before she flings it at them with pin point accuracy. It splatters across their faces, the rocks slamming into them and the pain begins but they both share the same expression, surprise. Mirah smiles a cold smile before raising an eyebrow.

About five minutes later the room is covered in ice-cream and Markus and Desmon are standing in the corner of the room. Both of them are thinking the same thing.

“What the hell just happened?”

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Doritos

The question that was asked today was “Who Would eat Doritos?”

The answer to that question was 2 characters, Arjan and Tyze.

Imagine this: Something dramatic happens to everyone in the Magic Users universe. Fires are being started, People are screaming in fear, Even more people are dying. And Tyze is just standing there, eating Doritos. He thinks “This is fine” As fire consumes the entire clearing. Tyze was the person who started the fires.

“It was an accident” he says. But deep down we really know it was on purpose.

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Personality traits of the Magic User Houses

Spirit:

CompassionIntellectualSensitiveHighly intuitiveLoyalWiseIndecisiveCourageApathetic

Shadow:

Ego

Intellectual

Moody

Some lack of energy (some like Markus have too much!)

Ambition

Courage

Loyal

Secretive

Fire:

Massive Ego (Large self esteem, self love, pride what ever you want to call it)

Courage

Moody

Loyal

greedy

Benevolence

Anger

Passion

Deceitfulness

Jealously

Energy

Opinionated

Earth:

Kind

Friendly

Compassionate

Sensitive

Creative

Optimistic

Wise

Energy

Intuitive

Loyal

Courage

Intellectual

Passionate

Sincer

Apathetic

Air:

Easily led

Peaceful

sincere

Kind

Courage

Laid back

Intuitive

Deceitfulness

Intellectual

Secretive

Water:

Energy

Wise

Greedy

Opinionated

Intellectual

Moody

Passionate

Indecisive

Secretive

Please reblog and tell us which house are you? 

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OKAY!

So here is some designs for the main characters...

yeah. so... From Left to right (I’ll start at the top) We have Fyna the Air High-class Mage (yellow shirt), Islea the Earth Low-Class Mage (Purple shirt), And Mirah the Spirit ((Was once high-class but royally screwed up)) Low-class Mage  (Red Shirt).

Then underneath them is Tyze the Fire Low-class Mage(Orange Shirt), Arjan the Water High-class Mage (hand is in pocket), Desmon the Shadow High-class Mage (Grey jumper/shirt), And Markus the Shadow high-class Mage being trained to throw a freaking knife ((THIS CHILD IS LIKE 10 YEARS OLD, THE REST OF THEM ARE TEENAGERS AND ONLY MIRAH KNOWS HOW TO THROW A KNIFE PROPERLY LIKE HOLY FRICK))

So yeah.. I (the artist) Might start to draw the actual comic soon... hopefully... once the christmas holidays start.... ; )

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This is the Highclass Spirit Element House Crest.

The original family decided that since their markings were lace they would have the Spider represent their family and overall element

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When your supposed to be drawing concept art for characters and you end up drawing small comics about some character’s past.

THATS RIGHT MINI MIRAH AND MINI DESMON IM TALKING ABOUT YOU!!

WHY MUST THE TWO OF YOU BE SO CUTE!

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Physical appearances of the Houses of Magic Users

Spirit Uses: Pure bred

- Silver hair

- * Bright silver eyes

- Slight tan (slightly paler than those in Low classes)

*(Spirit Users eyes are more likely to show the aura of their familiars when possessed, this is a defence mechanism to tell others around them that they are not in control)

Half Breed:

- Either has silver hair or bright silver eyes.

- Slightly tanned.

 Shadow User: Pure Bred

- Long very, very dark brown hair

- Brown eyes

- Slight tan

Half breeds:

-  Honey brown hair

-  Green eyes

-  Slight tan

 Earth Users: Pure Bred:

- Red/ebony hair

- Bright green eyes

- The tiniest tan possible

- Small freckles across the bridge of their nose

Half breed:

- Either has red/ebony hair or bright green eyes

- Tiniest tan as possible

- Faint freckles across nose

 Water User: Pure Bred:

- Brown hair

- Bright blue eyes

- Tanned

Half breed:

-  Either has brown hair or bright blue eyes

- Tanned

 Air Users: Pure breed

- White blonde hair

-  Hazel eyes

- Slight tan

Half breed:

- Either white blonde hair or hazel eyes

- Slight tan

 Fire User:  Pure breed:

- Dark dirty blonde hair

- Dark blue eyes

- Tan

Half breed:

- Either dark dirty blonde hair or dark blue eyes

- Tanned 

 These are the physical appearances of each Magic User, who would you be?

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Main characters so far

Spirit aka the half dead child 


Is 16


Is also possessed 

Is a badass


Has memory issues

Likes to be alone

Talks to self a lot

Shadow aka the angsty jealous teen.


Is 16


Is depressed


Was best friend of spirit once upon a time

Wants attention

Has 2 brothers

Fire aka the angry danish(as in the pastry) burner.


Burns pastries


No one wants him to cook


Has anger issues


Is 15

Earth aka the motherly sister to 6 children and father


Everyone’s friend!


Great cook


Cares about every one and everything


A cinnamon roll


Is 14

Air aka the girly girl spoilt child


Buys expensive clothes


Is 15


Has crush on spirit until realises spirit is same gender as self


Grumpy half the time

Water aka the laid back sinnamon roll


Literally water’s title is


Is gonna join police force


Flirts with anything that moves


Doesn’t give a shit about anything 


Their Parents don’t give a shit about them


Is 15

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Familiar 3 Dmi - a female cat like demon that idolises Cardox She's also really tiny

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Familiar 2 of 6

Javes - he’s like only a couple hundred years old I guess

He can be pretty boring from time to time. but still FISH!

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here is another character design its really simplistic tho and i was really tired when drawing it honestly

This is a character designed to cause some drama

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yeah

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