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rizzblade · 10 days
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Acting professor of the Death School:
Malorn Ashthorn
Aka guy ever
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lanabenikosdoormat · 1 month
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is this anything
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stormsharknado · 10 months
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*hands you a Death Student* *hands you a Death Student* *hands you a Death Student* *hands you a -*
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emmieart · 5 months
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hands u a wizard hands u a wizard hands u a wizard hands u a
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ghostcond · 6 months
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you're a wave of a dream! your love is clean!
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an-elloratic-wizard · 2 months
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that's the third arbitrary duel he's pulled them out of today alone
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joshualegendforge · 7 months
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A Wizard101 dating sim? In this economy? It’s likelier than you think
I.e my random shower thought of a W101 gained just a little bit of traction so I felt compelled to toy around with the idea a little bit. This isn’t an actual screenshot it’s just a mock-up i made in like an hour lol. Idk if I’d ever genuinely make one (I have no knowledge of how to make a vn, but I have played around with the software before), but it was a fun idea to conceptualize at least.
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brittanydreamthief · 5 months
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help
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incorrect-para-quotes · 3 months
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meursaulty · 10 months
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the people have spoken and it took me a while but... behold
malorn keychain preorder
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now featuring better contrast and a glittery front side
black hardware
2.5"
and also...
mellori chain charm preorder
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double sided so you get not one but two outfits to adorn your keys
jingly jangly and fun to swing around
green hardware
new: single mellori keychain for same price as malorn
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thank you for reading and as a reminder i make like no profit on these so KI doesn't sue me and because i really want them to find good homes 😭 i'll leave these open for a week (8/14/23-8/21/23) depending on interest
update: i bungled some shipping settings... these guys can now be purchased internationally/outside usa!
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**slips and slides into the room with socks on and breaks the wooden table as i fall down on the floor in a haste** so anyways i actually just scared myself because i thought of exactly how deep Malorn's and Malistaire's parallels went. like in post-updated tutorial malistaire was said to have been kind and caring towards his students right. just like malorn right. just like malorn, right? isn't that just like malorn? hey everyone doesn't that sound just like malorn? kind and cares for his students? 'kind' and 'caring' are certainly two adjectives that describe malorn arent they huh? (is slowly sinking in quicksand as i desperately reach out to you as i say this) so if we are to say that malorn and malistaire are two sides of the same coin then what is truly stopping malorn from having one traumatic event from shaping the rest of his life into a descent of madness, grief, and isolation? Guys tell me what the difference is between this reality and an Evil Malorn AU guys? guys hello? hello guys? **(the quicksand has actually transported me to the Backrooms now, no one can hear me call out in distress)**
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ecogirl2759 · 6 months
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Mlorm <3
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Finished this picture the other day! 4 months in the making lol (Click for better quality)
Malorn really deserves his portrait in the Death Tower if you ask me. I want him to be my new professor :(
This is actually the thumbnail to this 2 minute video here, please check it out!
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oldestenemy · 1 year
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There is a long quiet stretch after Azteca where nobody asks the wizard to do anything.
And they don’t seek anything out.
They spend a lot of time lying in front of the memorial to the Drake’s in their castle. Watching the sky, and watching some of their pets circle the giant cyclops statue upon which this castle is built. The billowing echo of the stone breathing.
Perhaps today, things would feel better. They might seek out movement. Progress.
“Shut up.” They are alone and do not bother curbing the instinct to verbally kick back at Raven’s voice as it lilts through their consciousness. Pulling at their limbs as she tries to move them to action.
They aren’t ready to go back.
They had even tried jumping to Earth about a month back. Broken down sobbing on their parents who seemed at a loss for where those tears were coming from. It was that confusion and the oh so obvious empty place where the song of creation could normally be heard that drives them back to the spiral.
They don’t belong on Earth anymore.
They should stop fooling themself into thinking the next time will be any different…
“This is their castle isn’t it?”
“One of ‘em.”
Voices are floating to their ears from the little hill where their spiral door sits and the wizard bolts upright just as two figures round the corner.
“There they are!”
It’s Malorn, and Penny—who appears to be too busy staring up at the massive cyclops statue—who come down across the lawn. “Is that—real?” Right. Her allergy. Actually, the wizard wasn’t sure if that cyclops would set it off. Sure it was technically stone, but it still breathed, still shifted from time to time as though it was settling the weight of the castle. Huh.
Something for later.
“How did you get in here?” the wizard asks, watching the pair of them with empty eyes. “Nobody can get in here without my permission.”
“I convinced Myrella to let us in through one of her temporary doors.” Malorn says, looking a little sheepish. “Nobody has seen you in weeks—we were—”
“—Everyone has been so worried about you!” Penny cuts in “The professors won’t tell any of us what’s been going on, or why you’re never around anymore, or—”
She stops as the wizard groans and falls back against the grass. “I’m fine.” they say “I just wanted to be alone.” It’s a lie. They want so desperately to be seen. Nobody here ever sees them as anything more than their accomplishments. Nobody here even really knows their name.
“Why did you need the Dragonspyre key?”
“I wanted to go back in time.” Does it really matter, keeping any of it secret? Would it really hurt if they hadn’t experienced the horror of it all? Nobody else went running off like the wizard did at the slightest tick of disaster. Sure they all had their duties and troubles around here—but Wizard City was never truly threatening even to normal students. How could it be? “They key is over there—” the wizard points vaguely to the memorial for Malistaire “—I don’t need it now.”
They wonder if their voice really sounds as hollow as it does inside their head.
When it becomes evident that their death student housebreakers are not going to be leaving, they resign to deflecting some more.
“How are you both doing? Is Dworgyn teaching well? Do the new—” the wizard pauses, realizing they never did go back to berate Ambrose for not sending new students straight to Nightside. “—Did you ever talk to the Headmaster, Malorn?”
Malorn had not in fact, spoken to Ambrose. He was still struggling to find time to advance his own work while running classes for younger students. Penny had heard from her parents about the Wizard’s escapade saving the Queen of Marleybone, and was still going full force on her idea of an undead reagent-based cookbook. The wizard listens near silent, offering quiet hums and barely visible nods as their classmates talk.
“We meant it when we said everyone is worried.” Malorn brings up again during a lull. He’s sitting with his back to the wizard, staring at the memorial they had made and fidgeting with the Dragonspyre key. “Even Stormgate was asking about you—Professor Drake said you were working on an independant project, and that it was very delicate, and you were not to be unnecessarily disturbed.” Malorn does his best to imitate Cyrus’ voice, slamming one fist into the opposite palm like Cyrus often did with his wand.
The wizard actually smiles a little at that. “Of course that’s what he’s been telling people.”
“Was this what you were working on?” Penny asks, gesturing to the grave.
“No—I made that years ago, after defea—after killing Malistaire.” They don’t like to say defeating in this case. It feels wrong. It feels like softening a blow that should’t be softened. Like disrespecting the whole ordeal. “Torald Wayfinder helped me with it, he’s the Master Artisan of Grizzleheim.”
“So what have you been doing?”
“Nothing.” And the truth sounds less believeable than any lie they could have told. “I failed. I lost. Nothing is straightforward anymore. I run errands for knights and kings, I negotiate peace between Zebras and Lions and Aztecosaurs and Birds, and I kill dragons, and I make sandwiches for stupid researchers, and I strike down evil until my fingers bleed and my ears are ringing and I still failed.”
A cloud passes briefly over whatever stands in for a sun in this little pocket dimension where their castle floats. The wizard tells themself it’s a coincidence, and closes their eyes to the way the shadows shift and flicker with their words. And so they miss it when Malorn and Penny share a startled but silent look of what the hell was that?
“I’m supposed to tell their story.” The wizard whispers, eyes still shut. They draw the Myth insignia in the air above them, and golden magic alights in the form of the three mystics. They open their eyes to watch as hundres of tiny meteorites obscure the display. As this happens their eyes shift from warm brown into flat and empty gold, dull and lifeless as the bright glow of the Myth magic flashes deep purple—and then blinks out. “All I can do is wait—and pretend I didn’t destroy them—until Ambrose sends me running towards the next crisis.”
The silence stretches on after those words. They’ve never really mentioned in detail, the things they see and do and endure. They don’t blame Malorn or Penny for not knowing what to say.
“I think you should come back to Dragonspyre.” Malorn says finally.
“What?” The wizard hears their voice drop low and dangerous, the same tones that followed them since Celestia. The audible echo of astral magic putting more power behind them.
“The reason I wanted to collect dirt from the Death and Fire trees there—I wanted to know if we could re-grow the rest of the trees, but I had to make sure the magic in the soil was compatible—the Academy was hit pretty hard by the Dragon Titan after all—and it is! So—” He trails off as the wizard finally sits back up.
“To what end, Malorn?” Hollow and cold and crueller than it needs to be. This is just another stupid fetch quest, another pointless bookending to a world they don’t want to touch ever again. Another reminder of everything lost. “Dragonspyre is a ruin, a torched wasteland full of ghosts and spiders and remnants of the titan army, you have to go through ridiculous trials to even get access to the academy grounds in the first place and—”
“We want to fix up the Academy.” Penny cuts in, not flinching as the wizard turns that flat golden gaze onto her. “We being Malorn, myself, and the other upperclassmen.”
“We have permission from Professor Drake—I might even say we have encouragement from him, given he didn’t immediately shoot the idea down. I’ve even done some inquiring with the ghosts there, some of the old instructors seem like they would welcome having a purpose again—”
Perhaps this is the Spiral’s way of telling you to get a move on? That destruction is not the end.
The wizard groans again and rubs at their eyes. “No, no. Be quiet.”
“If you don’t like the idea we—”
“Not you!” the wizard snaps at Malorn, and then immediately regrets it for how he flinches back. “Not— no, I’m sorry— not you.” They curl in on themself, squeezing eyes shut and digging nails into their arms. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
For a long moment they just sit there, hiding behind the dark of their closed eyes.
When did they get so angry?
This isn’t who they should be snapping at, no there were two special reservations for that place, split between an old man and an older deity.
The wizard takes a slow breath, in, hold, out…
“Okay.” They say, finally opening their eyes again, faded back from gold to brown. “Okay, I’m sorry, what can I do to help?”
Maybe a fetch quest is what they need right now.
Maybe a distraction is better than nothing at all.
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Another little piece of my ongoing wizard101 series.
You can read the rest here <3
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emmieart · 6 months
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goodnight/morning nightthorn nation!!
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ghostcond · 6 months
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i think the sun rises in the morning to see your face
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calciumcryptid · 9 months
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I have this vision of Malorn Ashthorn and Ceren Nightchant being first year students, and Malorn developing this huge crush on Ceren.
I have this vision of Malorn staying behind after class, and Malistaire giving this young death wizard dating advice on how to date a life wizard.
I have this vision of after the big blow-up, Malorn still making time for Ceren because being with him reminds him of before: Malistaire defecting, him becoming acting professor, no death school.
I have this vision of the other death students trying to convince Malorn that he deserves nice things and nice things being a date with Ceren.
I have this vision of the other death students constantly trying to set them up, because they love their friend/student-professor and want him to be happy because he deserves it after everything.
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