Magic Systems Writing Prompts

The afterlife is divided based on where you died. Those who died in Paris spend eternity in Paris. If you die on an ocean liner, you live on a liner. You are, to your knowledge, the first person to die on the moon. At least, you thought so, until you saw the hundreds of others on the moon.

You are summoned to the realm of men, expecting to make a deal with a foolish mortal, but find yourself in an old library. The book that summoned you here is open on the floor, next to a fallen, unmoving old man...and a dog frantically looking for help. The dog approaches you, whimpering...

The Rick Roll jinx is a spell created by the legendary bard Rick Astley that spams a vision inside a mind reader's brain should they try to invade yours.

A convention where every cosplayer unexpectedly physically transforms into their character.

“Play me one last pitiful tune bard.” The villain toys with you. Your friends’ corpses are all around you and you’ll surely join them, but you have one last ditch effort.“Forgive me” you say as you play your dirge of raise dead.

"But, we summoned you. You *HAVE* to fight for us!" "I don't have to do shit until you present me with a satisfactory contract of employment!"

You are a 'Life force' magic practitioner. You gain magical power by magically pulling the LF from other living things. Usually your kind is feared, but you are well liked. You take the the LF from invasive plants and insects. No one realises how powerful you are until another LFMP arrives.

All Magic users are gifted a seed, that grows in step with their power. For the average mage it becomes a trusty wand no longer than their forearm. For some it grows into a great staff. These mages can move mountains and part seas. Yours has grown so much that you've decided to live inside it.

Most magical mascots would usually choose a group of teenage girls to be chosen as magical guardians, however one mascot, for the sake of efficiency, decides to choose a group of marines to become magical girls instead.

Healing Magic has a limit. If the body has been healed too deeply at once it will die. This is why healing magic is only done with minor injuries and stabilizing patients. As a nutritionalist you discover that it’s because healing magic needs calories and nutrients to repair injuries.

"They only ever use a single spell in combat" "Yea but theyre REALLY good at that one spell"

Long ago, a necromancer discovered that the black oils seeping out of tar fields responded strangely to his magic. This discovery seemed useless until, centuries later, the industrial revolution came, and fossil fuels became the backbone of modern civilization.

One day, magically, everyone across the world was given a superpower of their choice. Now, 5 years later, it seems your unconventional choice is paying off far more in life than your flying, super strong and mind reading friends.

You are a poor child going to a popular magic school at your mentors insistence, telling you to "broaden your horizon." But when you get there you realise everyone is doing magic differently to what your mentor taught. They use silly chants and carry big ugly books around.

The title of Archmage can only be held by the pinnacle of each magical field, who have spent decades perfecting their magic. As a young genius who invented a new field of magic, you have significantly lowered the average age of archmages.

Most magic is fake and most mages are just con-men, while true mages are very rare. As you are attending an introductory lecture at your local magic school you are shocked to learn that, unlike you, none of your classmates or teachers can conjure up flames out of nothing in their hands.

There is a forbidden type of magic out there. It isn’t forbidden because it’s inherently evil, or forces you to lose your humanity, or requires human sacrifices - it’s just forbidden because it’s annoying as heck to fight against.

A Necromancer resurrects you (a Skeleton) but dies before giving you a command. Unbound by their control, you decide to leave their lair.

You were supposed to get hydrokinesis. However, due to a typo, you got hydrakinesis instead.

"Do you know who usually wins a magic duel when it turns into a fistfight? The answer is: the magician who first realises that the duel has turned into a fistfight."

You are a young mage who just discovered the horrifying truth about where mana actually comes from.

You have been tasked with infiltrating the neighboring nations academy of magic. Although, you are magicless you are quite skilled in other ways. After all you did con your way into being spy, it shouldn't be too hard to become a mage as well.

Everyone suddenly remembers their past lives. You’re doing everything you can to lie about who you were before. “just a common life, honestly boring.”- probably the biggest lie of the century.

A lesser God has bestowed you the power to erase your memory but only of works of fiction. It's a mediocre gift, but you get to enjoy your favorite movies and books anew. Settling down to enjoy your favorite fantasy book/movie, you once again invoke your gift. The memory does not fade.

It's not uncommon for wizards to give their children unnecessarily complicated and strange names. Why? The more ridiculous the baby's name, the more magically gifted it will be.

Due to a glitch in the system, whenever you lift a heavy object you gain 1 point in Intelligence instead of Strength. Reading a book, however, gives you 1 point in Intelligence as well.

Prisons designed to hold magic users force inmates to wear muzzles so that they cannot cast spells, mealtimes being heavily monitored. You've just been arrested and are sentenced to one such prison.

Your teachers always warned you to never, under any circumstances, cast a resurrection spell on someone still alive, but refused to elaborate why. Today your curiosity got the better of you.

You are attending a school for wizards, where they learn to do magic. You are terrible at doing the steps to cast spells, but to everyone's anger it keeps working and you can spell cast no problem. Unknown to you, and everyone else, this is because you are actually a sorcerer

After the war, everyone in the world was granted a wish by forces beyond. Some wished for money, some wished for love. Others used their wish to be given the strength of superman or the speed of the flash. I was the only one that wished to have the power to grant other people’s wishes.