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I LOVE THIS SM <333
My mass attack on a bunch of wizard101 ocs!! Had a blast makin this piece and im happy to finally share it with folks :]
Credits for all the OCs below!
Diana Duskblossom by CultOfSparrow on Instagram
Vanessa Nightsong by @darkmoonravewolf
Erin Moonflower by @renjaminnifer / @erinmoonflower
Noah Dust by Emocynic on Instagram
Scarlet Thunderheart by @stormyykat
Morgrim Stormbreaker and Sarai Winterglade by @treacherousdeer
Jade Winslow and Veenal Gazmah by laundry.detergent.fan on Instagram
Brynn Frostweave by @brittletin
Kayla and Styx by @2018bashful
Talon Flame by beebiss_ on Twitter
Carlos Lightbringer by @ghostingbrightly
Brahms and Fiend by @runomye
Rund by @ye-oldroderichrich
wizard101 side world where we travel the spiral to revive the world trees at the dragonspyre academy and then try to find professors for the academy and also i get to talk to the death tree ashley cant turn her big head to see the poor guy
back into w101-- do i really have to do the archmastery tutorial with all 6 wizards???? this is taking long on my storm. ice might kill me.
This isnt SSO but this woman was the voice of my childhood Im sadge
hey folks, if you haven't already heard
cori and iridian!!! iridian belongs to @marleybonne and I just.... lov these lesbians so much ,,,,
whats GOOD here’s my w101 oc Cori Skulldust! I have an account for her (@pettynecromancer) so like,,,follow it pls...
HNNNGGGGG MY HEART THIS IS PRECIOUS 💕
a brief respite, and an experiment
transcription below
D: "Wizard, are you alright?" A: "I'm okay. Just tired. The past few days have been a lot, you know?" D: "I understand."
D: "You have been in motion almost constantly. Living things need… rest. Hibernation? Sleep. And as far as I can recall, you have gotten very little in our time together."
A: "I've been busy! You needed help, and then the people here needed my help, then there was the whole thing with the Old One. I haven't had time to rest." D: "I see…"
D: "You are trying to do good, right? To help everyone? Yes, I cannot find fault in such a motivation. I still think you should take a moment to recover your strength. Something tells me you will need it."
D: "But I will not question your lack of sleeping."
(He leans back against the wall.) A: "Can I try something?" D: "Try what?"
A: "Trust me?" D: "I do."
D: "What-- What is--" A: "I'm hugging you." D: "…Oh."
A: "Wasn't entirely sure it would work. But I figured if the World Synth was making you real enough to be seen, and real enough to interact with things, maybe it'd make you real enough for this, too."
D: "A re-- reasonable assumption. This is nice. This is-- good." A: "I'm glad it's not too much."
D: "Oh, no, I am completely overwhelmed. But it is worth it."
Wanted to try out something I have not done in a long time: Chibi art!
I decided to draw my main/first Wizard101 character, Rebecca Water Blossom (who is a Life Wizard/Fairy). I am very happy with how this turned out! (´◡`)
I just recently finished the 2 newest worlds Lemuria and Novus. I really love the main companion character so much that I have considered maybe drawing them xD
🍀Commissions for chibi art are now open!: [LINK]🍀
>Please do not re-post or use my work in any way without my permission! Re-blogging is ok. Thanks!<
my favourite part of wizard101 is when a fight pisses me off so bad i start decorating my house
"this is just like that time I tried to awaken the dragon titan"
so does ambrose really just suck us into the spiral?? like why do we just agree to do all this stuff?? why aren’t we in class bruh??
Truly I'm still in 2011 playing wizard101. I don't know dick from squat when it comes to battle strategy and equipment grinding and pet breeding and on and on and on. All I know is hit thing harder than it hit me, like god intended. Yes I lose battles a lot why do you ask
Life wizards can and will stray from their path.
Theurgists listen to the Song of Creation, what was once sung to creat the Spiral and still resonates today, echoing off of each life wizard vector who continues this growth. The full feeling in their chest, fluttering hands and heartbeat as they genuinely wish for something to florish.
The Song is a cry in the darkness, and they are the ones who listen, who understand. Living is difficult, unfair. It is chance and then it is a competition, species fighting like weeds trying to strangle a garden. But the weeds wish to live too. It is all they have.
The Song is a quiet melody, repeating in their minds when they begin to learn the intricacies of life magic. It is in off-key humming as they tidy up their dorm room. It is in awful singing along on long trips. It is in shower concerts, in the absentminded finger on the dusty piano. The Song is baby's laughter and a cat's purr and the shaky vows of love.
It grows, as all things do. It manifests in life wizards and they can only grin and dance to a predestined beat, full of nice feelings. Sunshine warming their body. The soft petals of fragility. The peace of knowing they can only do their best, and accepting it.
There is a resentment that can fester, however. In hidden things, the parasites hijacking the bugs, the disease and rot where nothing new can blossom. It is when they tire of singing along. It is when they snap at fellow life wizards for whistling and humming seemingly random tunes. It is the knowledge that their every action is guided by a Song sung at the beginning of the Spiral, and the assumption that nothing can be done because of that.
They want to do more. There is no lost cause. There is no excuse in this prewritten lullaby, and they will not surrender into acceptance when injustices happen every day, and no music can rectify them.
So they stop listening.
They are silent, now. They cannot effect the Spiral in any way that creates sound, now. In their rejection their claps are nothing. Their footsteps do not effect forest or classroom floors. Snaps, the creaking of joints, sighs, involuntary groans of pain.
When a life wizard rejects this song, they too are rejected in turn.
They have ideas now, goals. They save people written off as dead, they can save so many. They live with a weight taken off of their mind, no longer under any will but their own. Violin and guitar and piano strings do not guide them like a puppet. Their heart is no longer a drumbeat. Their every move is no longer just a note on a page, on straight, ridged lines.
It is almost soothing, to be encased in silence. Like the shade of a tree after being pulled outside to enjoy a spring day. Like an oasis in the desert. Like a rock to rest upon as the river runs lazily around you, no longer forced to sink or swim.
Their silence can be their end, no matter how free their will is.
They cannot cry for help. No one will hear their cries of pain, their frantic breaths, the grotesque song of their body breaking. This is simply a rest between notes, a small exhale of silence while other instruments continue on in the orchestra.
Another will take their place soon enough, one more ready to listen well to the Song of Creation.
