“… I Hope The Answer Is ‘no’, But Do You Have Any Idea Whose Mask This Is, Marvin?”

Marvin’s Magic

Marvin joined the Magic Circle; a magician organisation that takes care of the discovery, the mastery, and the secrecy of magics (indocilis privata loqui).

At first he was a novice magician set only as a spell caster within the junior branch of the Young Magicians club and, through help from his friends made his way up to become a Member of the Magic Circle (M.M.C), then an Associate of the Inner Magic Circle (A.I.M.C), then a Member of the Inner Magic Circle (M.I.M.C), and finally a Magician of the True Magic Circle (M.T.M.C)

For a long time he maintained being a respectable well mannered magician who never made much trouble. He was never that bothered with being a ‘taught’ magician while a lot of his friends and members were born magic users, and even though he slipped up with tricks and spells every now and then, he kept to the rules of the Magic Circle.

Then one day he started hearing voices.

A voice asking to be released from torment. He was curious and decided to learn more, reading up on nearly every book in the M.C’s library.

With guidance by the voice he learnt he needed to unlock hidden ritual magics of alchemy and dark arts, both areas of magic he hadn’t learnt as a spell caster, so from under the noses of the superior masters and with help by his friends, he learnt all areas of magics in the Magic Circle.  

The more he listened to the voices the more he empathised with it. He never realised it before, but he started to realise how lesser ranked he was as a magician, how unimportant he was, how little he’d be able to achieve because he was given his power by others, he was never born with them. The voice told him there was a better way, there was a way for him to become more power than even the Pureblood magic users. All Marvin had to do was set the voice free.

And he did.

The voice thanked him, and gave him what he wanted: power.

Many magicians died from what he did. And once he was caught and returned to his former self, his magics were taken from him and he was exiled from the Circle.

Since then he had spend time trying to relearn his magics from scratch, not really caring to publicly give away the secrets to his magics.

He had also gained access to undocumented books on magics (obtained by his friends who were still in the M.C) and learnt what had happened to him. He was encouraged and possessed by a demon, and in his ritual he had unleashed the demon to roam the world.

Within the books he also read up on the workings of the True Magic Circle, the connections between the Purebloods and the demon he had dealt with. There was a reason why the Magic Circle didn’t branch out, why it stayed in only one place; where certain lay lines crossed. There was a reason why Purebloods’ masks were human masks, and why they were never taken off.

With the new knowledge he knew something had to be done. He had to return to the Magic Circle, as much as it pained him now that he knew how much darker the True Circle was, as well as how many magicians remember what he did the last time he was there .

But he came back.

He was gone for a very long while, and some didn’t think he’d return. They didn’t think of his as much of a powerful being.

But still he came back.  

And from the ashes he rose.

And fought back.

He fought his demon. 

Now he needs to help the others.

(Hope that sums it up. :) )

(I thought I’d put my Marvin sketches in order of the story I had going) 

WMLW But Every Time We Cut To Warfstache The Afro Gets Bigger

inspired by @pigeon-latte who made me giggle with the idea so here we are

In Space With Markiplier Spoilers Without Context

when u finally see that bitch ass mosquito

tiny weavings