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yes i’ll hold
WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS
before blaming others, think: whats the 1 constant in all your failed relationships? its that cursed egyptian amulet why do u even have that
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.
One nation, under Canada, above Mexico.
with liberty and justice for some
if anyone ever calls you a slut just say ‘and yet i still won’t fuck you’ and then blow them a kiss as you saunter away because that’s the closest they’re ever gonna get to your magnificence, o smaug, chiefest and greatest of calamaties
Ladies real talk
I just learned that apparently there is a condition called "Place Blindness" or topographic agnosia where a person can't use visuals to direct themselves and can become lost in familiar environments. It made me think of Zoro immediately! On a related note, face blindness makes me think of Luffy.
Oh yeah… Prosopagnosia is the cognitive impairment of facial recognition. It’s super plausible with Luffy. People with prosopagnosia usually need to reply on other indicators to identify people, like hair style/color, body shape, voices, clothing, and so on.
He’s got green hair, three swords, and a white shit, so he’s gotta be Zoro, right? And he’s got blond hair, curly eyebrows, and smokes, so he’s gotta be Sanji. And it also makes sense for how Luffy thinks that Sanji and Duval and Sanji’s wanted poster look the same.
If Luffy (and Oz, who had Luffy’s personality and mind) can only differentiate faces based on their object features (hair color, hair style, eyebrow shape, etc.), rather than the face itself as a whole, it would make sense that to Luffy, there’s no real difference between how Sanji and his poster look.
And it would also make sense with how Luffy often gives people nicknames based on their physical appearance, like calling Kuma “that bear Shichibukai” (because of his size and his hat, which has bear ears on it), calling Shiki “steering wheel,” and even calling Bartolomeo “chicken head.” If Luffy is able to focus on a specific, very distinct object feature of a person’s appearance, I imagine it makes recognizing them a lot easier.
I only wrote about Luffy here, but it’s super likely that Zoro has some kind of topographical disorientation. I think he could have heading disorientation or topographical agnosia, though I think the first might be more likely. Zoro seems to be unable to comprehend what north is, and equates it with up, and has a hard time telling left and right apart, or conceptualize things like “go right at this landmark.” He could have both tho.
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