#archmage clarence

[just-shushilay]

Someone on Twitter asked what you would do if your pfp woke up next to you…

And I may have overreacted…

[kaedekolya]

there's something about a character who can never die due to involuntary healing magic. immortal, yet not immune to pain; undying, yet still succumbs to death.

a character who is dragged back to the realm of the living before they can ever cross the boundary, regardless of whether they want to live or not. their existence is out of their control; it lies in the hands of the magic that repairs them, revives them, preserves them. binds them.

is it salvation, or suffering?

they step up to the front of every battle, throwing themselves in the line of fire without a moment's hesitation. they run headfirst into danger, using themselves as a shield for everyone else. their inability to die affords them the ability to protect, but it also chips away at their humanity, bit by bit until they don't even realise they've started thinking of themselves as a tool. not mortal, and therefore not human.

after all, they are the greatest advantage in any battle, aren't they? the team's trump card, who can be played over and over at no cost. there is no lasting damage, after all. no injuries to bandage, no scars to nurse, no death to mourn.

they do not recognise the crumbling of their psyche, curling in on itself like an animal wounded one too many times. torn apart and stitched back together until the jagged seams outnumber any unscathed space, until it writhes in a deformed agony. they quench its anguished thirst with the poison of responsibility, believing it to be water. this is their duty, bestowed upon them by their ability, and they must see it through.

so they fight. it is easier to believe they were made for this, that they feel nothing save for their loyalty to their cause. their body accustoms itself to pain, until they learn to endure even the worst of wounds, barely wasting time on a scream. trapped within this perpetual cycle, it is all they can do to persevere. they fight and they fight and they fight, flesh fusing back together with every falter and every fall, and when their last breath is finally ripped away—

they will wake up, as always, and they will do it all over again.

[little-big-boo-and-a-rat]

May I present you

[judesmoonbeauty]

My wittle Archmage just wanted to build his magic tower, but my wittle kitty couldn’t help but knock it over like all kitty cats do 🥹🥹😭😭

[here-for-gilbert]

I AM NOT OKAY

NOPE NOT AT ALL, NONE OF ITWAS OKAY

How am I supposed to live now and go on…? After that??

[just-shushilay]

One little, two little, three little Clarences~

(Individual drawings below ⬇️)

[just-shushilay]

Archmage bunbun 🐰

[just-shushilay]

[WIP] “You have bewitched me, body and soul.”