#malorn ashthorn i love you a lot

[anxiously-sidequesting]

Yknow I think one of the saddest parts about Malorn being a professor is that his social circle in particular must have taken a hit. Idk if he had any homies before his promotion but with that Teacher and Student relationship having to be almost strictly professional, I can't imagine it would be smiled upon to have Malorn acting buddy buddy with some of his peers anymore. And like that's really sad that one of the many aspects of his childhood is essentially taken from him because he's in this awkward spot of mentally, physically, and emotionally at par with his students but has to be different than that in order to be their teacher

Like imagine how lonely that is bro. He can't be a kid with his students anymore but he's not an adult that can necessarily relate to other adults either so he's just in this separate space all by himself because there are no others like him (except The Wizard who has at least some similarities)

Thinking about how Malorn's former friends just slowly drifting away from him not because they hate him, but because they have to regard him as a teacher FIRST above all else is super sad and once again I'm crying for Malorn in the evening

#im sure its not as severe as i make it sound LOL #like im sure malorn still has some moments with the people he cares about #and who knows??? maybe people give him a pass with being youthful with his friends and other students #but its got to be at least a little awkward imo #malorn has to be someone else in a certain setting. in his class or tutoring he cant be just a friend or a classmate #in order to be a good teacher he needs to be exactly that. a teacher #like theres a reason why a lot of them say ''im not here to be your friend'' #and imagine how that hurts malorn on the inside to say that to people his own age. to people who actually were his friends #like on days off sure maybe!!! graduated students sure!! but to a certain extent #malorns position as a professor unfortunately has to come first at leats in terms of his students- #-so that means maintaining that mature tutor aura at all times. not just when its appropriate #because it could be confusing and muddle boundaries if he just switches his teacher personality on and off just whenever #im crying for him. i always am. #malorn ashthorn i love you a lot #stay fresh. stay crispy. #wizard101 #w101 #wiz101 #malorn ashthorn

[save-the-spiral]

Selcouth for death (if you are still taking requests) please? I love the way you write!

selcouth: (adj.) unfamiliar, strange, yet marvelous 

(link to ask prompt)

Content warnings for exclusion of a group in a school setting (sorcerers and necromancers), death mentions, grief, child death.

Not many Death students were aware of Nightside, actually. Not for any nefarious reason, simply because it was old, abandoned, and structurally dangerous. A few outsiders in the Death school occupied it, sometimes a stray child found their way to it and stayed, but it was still dangerous.

The streets had the undead crawling them even before Malistaire caused the influx of monstrous infestations in most of Wizard City. Unless one was quiet and willing to take the risk, they usually thought of Nightside as a last resort, a place unsuitable for living unless one was desperate.

When the Young Wizard waltzed into Nightside, finding the fallen Death school and a neighborhood hiding beneath Wizard City, they told Ambrose, and word got out to the other necromancer students, those without a school now, only learning from a teacher’s assistant who got way in over his head.

The Death students had lost a lot, in the past few months. Two teachers, for Sylvia was always open to speak to her husband’s students, and Malistaire himself was…

The Death students all thought Malistaire Drake was a good man, before. But grief could cause a good man to do unforgivable things. They all remember when the Death School fell. When its very foundations were cleaved from Ravenwood, taking even their school tree with it.

Those students all swore, silently, in grim stares over funeral rites, that they would never forget it. The shrill and frightened screams of a class in session, who were inside the school where they were supposed to be safe, where instead they died or were presumed dead, with no body to bury.

At first, the students had been given distance to grieve and process what had happened, as the life students had been when Sylvia died suddenly. But then the distance was kept, the void between the Death school and the other schools growing larger as resentment festered, as fear sank its insidious claws into the weak willed.

And so the necromancers became outsiders, just as the sorcerers had a scant few years ago when Arthur Wethersfield came to Ravenwood, sand still in his fur from his studies in Krokotopia. Considering the necromancers’ dorm had fallen, as it was a part of the Death school, a lot of the Death students ended up staying in the tents of the makeshift Balance school, the rest of them finding refuge in their secondary school’s dorms, pressured to switch into that secondary school instead of staying in the now ostracized Death school.

Things changed when word spread that the Young Wizard had found Nightside, something that was nothing more than a rumor before, but now was a reality, a reality that contained the lost Death school, and tree, and the teacher that had been running class the day it fell, and surviving students.

And so most of the necromancers in Wizard City vanished, down into Nightside, only the very young remaining up top with Malorn Ashthorn, living alongside the few Balance students.

The first wave of students who entered Nightside were the adventurous, the strong, the stubborn. Those who were unafraid of a long, arduous battle, who worked hard to get where they were and then watched as everything was pulled out from under them in the same moment the Death school was. So they wanted it all back, and went to Nightside at the first opportunity.

They ducked into the cave behind the waterfall by Rainbow Bridge, shaking their heads or wringing out their hats, some of the more lively of them giggling at the drizzle of water. A few of the group trailed their hands along rough brown stone, dirt brushing against them, reminiscent of too much dust on bookshelves.

The door was in front of them, partially open, a black key in the lock, the skull of the Death school front and center for them all to see.

A few of them rushed forward, throwing open the doors, grinning, eyes wide as they took in a brand new sight that was almost too aesthetically on point for them to handle. One of the leaders of the group yelped, elated at the sight in front of them, and ran to tackle Marla Stinger in a hug, one of the missing necromancers found again, no longer to be presumed dead. The rest stood back, looking up and seeing the strange half cavern, some of them approaching Mortis, greeting the tree as a lost friend.

The group spread out, investigating, searching the school that felt like home but was now in a new place, no longer quite the same.

Some of them still stood there, at the entrance to Nightside, and looked up at the ceiling. There were roots of Bartleby breaking through the dirt, a winding sight that some would have to investigate further.

The group would swear, later, that there was onyx gems embedded into the cavern walls of Nightside, and that it was a sign that they belonged there.

#ask #ashes-wind #writing #headcanons #wizard101 #wizzy101 #wiz101 #w101 #death school #death headcanons

[anxiously-sidequesting]

I apologize for not posting about Malorn Ashthorn in like three months SO 👏🏾

Here are some small ☠️Malorn Ashthorn headcanons☠️ I came up with like three weeks ago but didn't post until now because of mental illness 💖💖💖

Malorn frequently talks to himself/thinks out loud without even realizing he's doing it. Something that really helped him with his job was being more descriptive and elaborative with his words and demonstrations so that his students could easily follow along with what he teaches them. It's a little out of his comfort zone, since as a person Malorn is more of a listener than a talker, but if he gets into it Malorn has a lot of fun with his lessons and enjoys delving into the subject matter more.

Malorn fiddles with his hat a lot. You can tell he's embarrassed if he huffs and tips it downward and runs his fingers along the hem. He also really likes the bells on the ends and will absentmindedly jingle them from time to time if he's in a bit of a mood.

One of the only students Malorn has a true affinity with even during his teaching career is Ceren Nightchant. He was an enjoyable peer when they were both child prodigies in Ravenwood together and due to Ceren having certain permissions from the Headmaster because of his immensely powerful Life magic (hc that Ceren was the Headmaster's errand boy before the wizard 🥲), Ceren is the closest Malorn can get when it comes to feeling equal with a peer. The adults are too old and his students are his students so having someone his age, who's also a good friend, who also understands the pressure of being perfect, who also can match his power level is a godsend to Malorn. He and Ceren still go out for lunch and break times whenever they can.

Malorn is secretly jacked. He only looks scrawny until he actually does this 💪🏾 and you can see and feel the muscles that's as hard as a stone table. Malorn was actually the one who cleaned up some of the debris (boulders, large planks of wood) surrounding the Death school when Ambrose was neglecting to do so himself.

Malorn claps a lot. Whenever he comes up with an idea, when he remembers something, or when he's excited, it's one loud CLAP. He scares people.

Speaking of being scared! Malorn does not scare easily.

Outside of Death, Malorn's favorite school is Life. That may be cliche but Life magic gives him a feeling he's missed for a while that he doesn't feel otherwise: being cared for. He loves to give but his position as a school professor, a DEATH school professor feels a bit more of a thankless job on some tough days. Life magic is a bit of an escape for him, and Malorn can feel as if he's giving without hurting himself in the process.

Malorn has an irrational fear of Fire and Storm magic. He does not like destruction. He realizes on the inside that this is irrational, and that there is much more to these magics than simply breaking things, but Malorn can help but jump at a crack of loud thunder or an accidental spark in his classroom.

Malorn is a bit of a people pleaser. He doesn't like to see people upset, or fighting, and making people happy means that it's safer for him and everyone else involved. It makes him feel good when people are happy. He's not completely spineless (he's had to deal with some tough students in his care after all), but Malorn has to swallow back some things he'd truly like to say more often than not. He says, "Okay, then!" and, "I'm doing fine!" much more than he says the opposite.

Malorn is a cat person! He loves dogs too, but he prefers cats. He has a winged catastrophe pet named Cleopatra that visits his house every night for dinner.

#tumblr user ghostcond has implanted ashchant (nightthorn? celorn?) in my brain like worms and theyve been rotting my brain ever since /pos #i wanna like. i wanna make some headcanons for just those two one day. theyre girlfriends #also if any dog people come at me for this im taking off my weave and we're fighting to the death immediately. slash j #wizard101 #wiz101 #w101 #text posts #headcanons #malorn ashthorn