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The Canadian superhero school
It's pretty small and based on from what I've read, it does have its own peculiarities to stand out in some way. In the case with a number of the Canadian superhero comics I've read, female sidekicks do exist but they're not so frequently victimised. Same goes for love interests but then again Canadian superhero comics aren't so continuously published, well until now, so they don't really have much of a large canon to draw from.
Another thing is that it's generally not as meta as American superhero comics tend to be, in the sense of not being so deeply metafictional in most other cases. The only Canadian superhero comic to be close to metafictional would be Northguard where the character of Philip Wise is shown to be reading a comic book, but when he does become a superhero he has to train in order to become one or something like this.
Whereas in American superhero comics when superpowered characters become superheroes, they head straight into action whereas Philip Wise had to train to get to where he is. It's not hard to see how different and even unsuperhero a number of Canadian superhero comics are, even if they do come close they don't really seem as superheroic as their American counterparts are in some places. The older Captain Canuck comics feel more straight up science fiction.
The Northguard comics has come to involve geopolitical commentary, the Pitiful Human-Lizard does away superhero cliches altogether. Lev Gleason's Fantomah is very rooted in horror and so on, based on the stuff I've read so far. But it's not hard to see how American superhero comics will always involve rollicking action, even the horror-based characters get into the same as well.
#northguard#the pitiful human-lizard#captain canuck#canada#canadian comics#comic books#comics#dc comics#marvel#marvel comics
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What is your spin?
my spin is bts! i just got asked this a few minutes ago as well lol /nm (here’s the link to my other spins 👇🏼)
as for my current hyperfixations, it’s mainly bts, the boys, daredevil, the sims 4, and northguard (abt to finish the story mode 😊)
i love these types of asks so much /gen :)
#autism#autistic#actually autistic#asd#autism spectrum disorder#autistic things#on the spectrum#special interest#hyperfixation#spin#daredevil#mcu#northguard#gaming#the boys#the sims 4#the sims
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dragonpants & winterflame // jjk
summary - your professor assigns you to look after and help get the new kid, jungkook, settled in. you’d think it be easy, but he’s nothing like any of the other students
pairing - new student!jungkook x wizard!reader
genre - fluff; wizard 101 au
word count - 5.0k
warnings - dip’s made up lore, friendship, gay bears (oops a double entrendre), tending of the wounds(tm), nick jonas
guide - pyromancy = fire magic; thaumaturgy = ice magic; grizzleheim = viking bear, wolf, and raven world
author’s note - behold my last w101 au! i've had so much fun working on this and it's my pride and joy. thank you all for enjoying (and i'm sorry to the w101 fans who've had to deal with this in the tags 😅)
the seven schools of ravenwood masterlist
Life in Wizard City was never something that you had expected for you, having grown up on the far edges of the spiral in Grizzleheim. All you’d ever known were the harsh winters of a world full of bears, wolves, and ravens. No one quite knew where you’d come from only being found the burnt remains of Draugarth as an infant. Sten and Bo Silverwood of Clan Ironclaw were the ones who took you in and raised you, calling you their hairless cub.
Growing up, you knew you were different. You didn’t have fur like a bear or a wolf, nor feathers like a raven. You were something else, even beyond your physical appearance. Despite having no fur, your skin bore to the elements, you were never cold. Chilly, yes. But in the cold winds that enveloped Grizzleheim, you never once shivered. But your Papa and Bubba never made you once feel as if you were an outcast, they loved you as their own and that’s all that would matter.
As you reached your fifteenth year, more peculiarities began happening around you. Your body would grow warm, becoming unbearable to the point you’d wear the thinnest of your clothes in the midst of snow storms. When it was your turn to make dinner for your fathers, you’d burn the meat to charcoal, eventually banning you from the kitchen. However, the worst was yet to come.
You were huddled near a hearth in Northguard, knees pulled up to your chest as you stared into the fire. You watched the flames flicker and change, almost as if they were forming into small figures; you’d see bears and wolves talk amongst themselves, laughing heartily, ravens fly across the sky, and creatures of myth you’d heard as a young one. Creatures like dragons, imps, and centaurs. You’d thought you were only seeing these things in your mind's eye as you watched the fire, but as you focused more on the dragon, you watched as it grew larger. You rubbed your eyes, thinking it was a trick of the light, but it wasn’t. The fiery depiction of the creature grew and grew, spitting out flames from its mouth, catching onto the roof of a nearby hut. You screamed for help, but with each panicked cry, the fire grew larger and larger. Quickly, the clan rallied to put out the fire, but with each bucket of water thrown over it, it did not settle. Only when your papa had wrapped you into his arms, calming you down did the fire finally die.
“This cub is a demon! We must free ourselves from it!” Kol Shadowsong accused, singling you out. The clan leaders gathered in the Great Hall to discuss what should be done with you, as you nearly burnt Northguard to the ground. Your fathers stood beside you, refusing to back down to let you stand alone.
“Your Majesty, see reason! It’s clear they have no control over this affliction! They meant no harm! They’re practically still a cub!” Your papa shouted at King Valgard.
“And that cub nearly burnt this stronghold to the ground!” The king growled. “If they cannot control it, they are a danger to the rest of us. I cannot allow them to endanger the rest of the clans.”
“But what if they could learn to?” Your bubba countered.
“How?”
“I know.” All attention was turned toward a new voice, Bauldur Goldpaws, the trader. “I’ve heard of this affliction in my travels. It’s called pyromancy! The ability to control fire and summon creatures of that nature. It can be controlled, but only through hard work and training. There is a school that teaches how to control and master this very affliction. Ravenwood in Wizard City.”
You’d only vaguely remembered hearing those names. It sounded familiar, yet you did not know or understand why, like something from a dream.
“That’s halfway across the Spiral and the World Tree connection was severed centuries ago! How do you intend to even get there?” Your papa questioned.
“The skyways, as our ancestors once did.” Bauldur turned to face your fathers personally. “King Valgard has already tasked me with the honor of re-establishing our trade routes. Wizard City is one of those stops. With your permission, I will ensure that your cub will get there safely. They will be enrolled and they will learn to control it.”
“Do they look like me?” You found yourself asking. All attention was returned back to you, and you felt small under everyone’s gaze. “These pyromancers. . . are they like me?”
Getting down on one knee, Bauldur met your gaze. “Yes, child. There are many that look like you. You will be safe and taught to control this,” he gestured to your hands.
Looking between your fathers, you met their eyes. Papa clearly not wanting to let you go, to keep you safe by his side and protect you from the world forever. But Bubba, he knew. He knew this was what was best for you, best for the clan. Looking back to Bauldur, you nodded. “I’ll go.”
The trader looked back to the King, who sighed. “Fine,” he waved his hand. “Your cub may go and learn to control this. . . pyromancy. But they may only return, once they’ve mastered the ability. Then and only then may they return to Grizzleheim. Dismissed.”
Your fathers walked out of the Great Hall, bickering between themselves as you looked up at Bauldur. “We leave at first light, pack heavy. We’ll be traveling for a few moons.”
It was hard to say goodbye, having never left home before and to be gone for so long. . . You were scared. You didn’t want to leave, but you knew you had to. It was for the good of the clans. You packed all your belongings into several chests; your robes, your boots, helmets, hats, and swords. Anything you might’ve needed, you were packed and ready for.
“Be good,” Papa said as he squeezed you tight against him. You buried your face into his fur, trying to memorize every last detail of him.
“I will.”
Bubba hugged you just as hard, if not harder. He knew this was coming, that one day you’d leave, just never imagined it so soon. Pulling away from you, he placed his paw on your face and smiled at you. “My little cub, be proud of who you are and where you’re from.”
As Bauldur said, it took many months to reach Wizard City. Had you gone in a direct route, you might’ve gotten there faster, but unfortunately you were just a ride along. Bauldur had a job to do, re-establishing the long lost trade routes amongst the other worlds of the Spiral. You’d see places you’d never even imagine seeing; the evergreen world of Mooshu, the ancient sand covered temples of Krokotopia, and the endless fields of Zafaria. Until finally, Bauldur and landed at the edge of the world in Wizard City!
Dozens of wizards gathered as the ship weighed its anchor against one of the stone towers. You’d been used to whispers and stares all your life, but this was different, you felt isolated and singled out, as if you were being peered at under an eye-glass. You hid behind Bauldur once he was beside you on the grass.
“Who goes there?” A man with hair on his face and dressed in strange armor questioned.
“I am Bauldur Goldpaws, and this is my ward, Y/N Silverwood. We seek your Headmaster.”
The guard looked between you and Bauldur, “Follow me.” Was all he said before he stiffly started walking towards a tunnel, burrowed deep into the cliffside.
The Headmaster, Merle Ambrose, was stunned to learn that you were there to enroll. No one had ever traveled so far in order to attend. It was a first. But nevertheless, you were enrolled in the School of Fire. Professor Dalia Falmea took you under her wing, giving you private lessons until you’d caught up to your age group. You were a bit of an oddity at first, being the only one dressed in furs rather than the colored robes your peers wore. You’d even shocked everyone when you’d been able to pick up thaumaturgy as a secondary school. But eventually the intrigue and mystery died away as time went on.
You’d been at Ravenwood seven years now, almost finishing your mastery classes. You’d held onto this moment for years. Finally, you’d be able to go home! To see your fathers once again! You’d kept up correspondence with them, sending letters through the trade route you’d helped Bauldur set up. So they knew you were in good health and they were also happy for you. At least up until the past year, the former death professor unleashed monsters onto the city streets endangering the students and their livelihood. Papa almost wanted you back then and there, but there were also growing tensions amongst the clans (at least so you’d heard through Bauldur, your fathers did every attempt to keep it from you) so you stayed in Wizard City. However, none of you could’ve predicted what else was to come.
It was like any ordinary day, you’d just finished your class with Professor Falmea when she called you up to speak with her before you could leave. Shouldering your pack, you walked up to her on the platform.
“Yes, Professor?”
“Ah, Winterflame. You’ve advanced much in these past few years, becoming one of my star pupils.”
Your face grew warm at her compliments. “Thank you, Professor.”
“And as my best student, there’s something I need to ask of you.” She motioned toward the door, glancing behind you, you watched as a bright red haired guy about your age walked in, dressed in red and orange robes. “This is my newest student, Jungkook Dragonpants.”
You furrowed your brows at the name, “Dragonpants?” Did you hear that right?
“Yup, that’s me,” the wizard winked at you.
You’ve never met a student with a lastname like that, the weirdest one you think you’ve heard was Frogtamer. You were going to have to ask him about it later. You turned to Dalia to finish talking.
“Winterflame, I’d like you to help get him adjusted to life in Wizard City. In fact, Headmaster Ambrose suggested it, considering you know how it feels,” she explained. While you knew neither of them meant no ill will, it still felt slightly targeted. There’d been dozens of new students and transfers to Wizard City since you. But maybe he was from far out in the Spiral too, and there was the fact he was also a pyromancer.
“Okay,” you nodded before turning to Jungkook. He was near bouncing on his heels and his eyes. . .His eyes kept wandering around the room, between the professor, the walls, the chalkboard, the cauldron, everything. Okay, you could relate to that, seeing it all for the first time. Trying your best to hide your smile, you nodded to the door. “Come on, let’s go.” The two of you walked out of the school house, and still Jungkook was looking at everything. Bernie, Torrence, Bartleby, Arthur Wethersfield. You remembered being like that, taking everything in all at once. “So on either side of the tunnel are the dorms, yes it’s one door. But your key is what opens the door to your own room, specifically. You get your key from Lincoln,” you said, gesturing to him as he wrote in his booklet. “I can give you a more in depth tour later, so you’re getting the dry run. If that’s alright with you.”
“Yeah that’s fine,” he said, smiling as he looked up at the World Tree.
“So, where’re you from?”
“Oh, I’m from Eeeeerrrr. . .”
“Eeeerrr?” You raised a brow.
“It’s some place far away with a name you wouldn’t know or how to pronounce,” he waved his hand, trying to hand the subject. “What about you? You from around here or elsewhere?”
A bittersweet smile crossed your face. “Grizzleheim, a world tucked away in the farside of the Spiral.”
“Woah, that sounds. . . cool. What’s it like?”
Again, you were confused. How did he not know what Grizzleheim was? Since your arrival and the trade route was re-established, almost everyone knew what Grizzleheim was and how far it was. “It’s cold, a lot closer than here. It rains or snows most of the year, don’t get a lot of sun. But it’s beautiful and it’s. . . it’s my home.” You found yourself stopping on the sidewalk, reminiscing.
“Do you visit often?”
You shook your head. “No, I haven’t been since. . . since I enrolled. It’s-it’s a long story.” You weren’t about to get all nostalgic with a stranger. “But anyways, are you a transfer? Novice, what?”
“I’m new.”
“. . . Are you in class with people our age or younger?”
“Oh, I’m not in class. Ambrose said I can do independent studies to help catch up. Like helping out around the city and anyone who needs it. Speaking of which, where’s Unicorn Way? I was told to go there as soon as I could.” He asked, his head glancing about, this time with intention rather than curiosity.
“Unicorn Way is crawling with monsters, are you sure you were asked to go there?”
Jungkook held up a letter, addressed to Private Connelly in the Headmaster’s handwriting. It was off, but if it was Ambrose. . .
“Through the Commons tunnel, turn left, go down the street, over the bridge, Unicorn Way is right there.”
“Great, thanks,” he smiled as he patted you on the shoulder. “Talk more later?” He asked as he started toward the tunnel.
“Yeah, just uh, meet me in front of the Library, noon!” You called out after him.
“Awesome, see you then!” Then he vanished into the shadows. He was odd, but you were intrigued nonetheless.
A few days later was your rest day, and you typically liked spending it in Olde Town, sitting on the grass at the edge of the cliff, where Bauldur dropped you off. He wasn’t there, it wouldn’t be for another few weeks before he made his rounds back to Wizard City. When he was there, you’d catch up, then trade the dozens of letters your fathers would write to you and give to Bauldur yours. But days like this, you’d just sit and stare out into the skyways.
“Hey!” A voice pulled you out of your thoughts. Turning your head to the side, there stood the new kid, Jungkook. His face was littered with fresh cuts and bruises, but he still held that same cheery demeanor he had when you first met him. “Whatcha doing out here?”
“It’s my off-day, what happened to you?” You rose to your feet, immediately going to check his injuries.
“Oh, these? Just finished clearing up Unicorn way,” he said with a proud smile.
His words took you aback, “You- you did what?”
“Well it’s not cleared up permanently. There’s still some ghosts, but the skeletons and dark fairies are all taken care of for the most part.” He shrugged as if it was no big deal. “But Prof Falmea said I’m almost to the level of her apprentice level class with how fast I’m progressing.”
“In just a few days?” You were baffled, no one has ever advanced that fast before! At least not without prior schooling.
“I’m a fast learner,” was all he said. “But really, why are you here on your off-day? Are there not a lot of exciting things to do around here?”
“No there are. There’s the Shopping District, Fairgrounds, dueling. . . But I like coming here, it’s where I first stepped foot in Wizard City.” You smiled softly at the memory, you felt so small then. Now no one even bats an eye at you, just another student walking the grounds. “But anyways, how are you finding it?”
“Well, I’ve done a lot of back and forth lately between places, but everyone is nice, given the circumstances. Sorry I had to rush off the other day, but the Headmaster said it was urgent. But I’m seeing a lot of the city, and this place is pretty cool.” He turned to look up at the cliffs of the city, and you followed his gaze. Just barely, you could see the overhead branches of Bartleby. Both of you stood there for a moment, enjoying the view.
“Hey, I’m sorry if this is a weird question but how did you get Dragonpants?” You asked. It’s not exactly a common question to ask, but you were curious. You always were anytime someone gave their name.
“What do you mean?” He furrowed his brows.
“I mean how did you earn Dragonpants as a last name? I got Winterflame because I’m one of the few pyromancers that has thaumaturgy as a secondary. I know a guy broke his wand and earned his last name, another summoned Humongofrog. So how did you get yours?”
All Jungkook could do was stare at you blankly. “Uhhh, I- uh. . . that’s an interesting story. Oh, look at the sun! I need to rush to Firecat Alley. I’ll definitely tell you that story later. Bye!” He then ran down the street, but instead of Firecat Alley, it was towards Triton Avenue.
And that’s not most of your interactions with Jungkook were. You’d see him randomly on the streets in between classes (in between quests for him), he’d always have a new cut or bruise somewhere on his skin. But he was advancing quickly. Every time you saw him, he was further and further along in his independent studies. Last you checked, he was nearing the adept level courses. Despite his quick advances, battles were getting harder and more difficult. So he started asking you for help, which you did. You helped him in Firecat Alley, Triton Avenue, and Cyclops Lane. Dueling beside him was incredible, he was focused and valiant. He didn’t let the enemies get to him, no matter how cruel their taunts grew.
“Doesn’t it ever bother you?” You found yourself asking, as the two of you tiredly made your back back towards the Commons.
“What do you mean?”
“What these- these villains are saying to you? Surely, it has to get under your skin sometimes?”
Jungkook paused, dark eyes almost hidden by his reddish-pink hair. “Sometimes. In the beginning, it did a lot. But the more I fight them off, it’s just becoming more and more. . . annoying than hurtful.”
“Annoying?” You asked, almost chuckling.
“I mean, yeah it’s annoying!” Jungkook’s face broke into an exasperated expression. “‘You won’t get away with this, Young Wizard!’, ‘Malistaire is coming!’,’No puny wizard has ever defeated me!’ Puh-lease! As soon as they start saying stuff like that, the more it motivates me to win out of spite.”
That had both of you peeling over in laughter, earning a handful of odd looks from your fellow students and passing citizens.
The two of you grew closer and closer, but no matter what, he didn’t say much about his past. Nothing on where he was from, or how he got his last name or why he wasn’t properly enrolled in school. Nothing. It didn’t bug you much, you could understand not wanting to answer pestering questions about where you were from, so you didn’t ask. But with each quest the two of you completed, you only had more and more questions. You just felt out of the loop.
However, once his quests started taking him outside of Wizard City, he had to continue going out alone. You didn’t have permission to leave the city, only Jungkook and a few select transfer students were granted that permission. You did your best to keep in touch still, he’d stop by your dorm and ask odd questions about Kroks and other things related to sorcery. You directed him to the library. There wasn’t much else you could do to help, as you had your own studies to focus on.
The last time Jungkook came over though, it was the worst of them. It was already late at night, but you were still up, cram studying for your final mastery exam in two days. After re-reading the same sentence over and over about the differences between sunbirds and phoenixes, there was a harsh knock at the door.
With a yawn, you walked over to the door, opening it to see Jungkook, battered and bruised. His left eye was dark and near swollen shut, his lip was busted, and he was leaning on the door frame for support. “H-hi.”
“Oh my stars!” Your body immediately woke up, helping him into your dorm. You set him down at your desk as you rushed to your trunk, digging through it for a healing potion. Instead you found an old salve from home. It would have to do for now, you hadn’t had a chance to stock up on potions. Jar in hand, you made your way over to Jungkook. Opening the jar, you dipped your fingers in and took out a small glob. “This’ll feel a bit chilly.” Jungkook winced as the balm touched his skin, but he remained still as you continued to apply it to his wounds.
“Smells kinda funny.”
You chuckled at that. “Yeah, it does.”
“What is it?”
“It’s a yarrow-marshmallow salve. Honestly, I forgot I had it. My bubba probably packed it away for me.”
“Your bubba?”
You paused. You didn’t talk much about your homelife to anyone, no matter how much they asked. This was the first time you ever willingly brought it up. With a shaky breath, you continued. “Yea, he’s one of the men who raised me. They’re the only family I’ve ever known.”
“You weren’t raised by your parents?”
You shook your head. “I was found in the remains of an old village, it was attacked by these creatures called grendels. I was the only survivor. I was found, tucked away in a burnt down shack. Sten and Bo Silverwood, my papa and bubba. They found me, took me in, and raised me as their own. Don’t know who my birth parents were, all we could figure is they were pyromancers and traveling across the spiral, probably traders. But we’ll never know,” you shrugged. “And I’m okay with that, I love my dads. And I wouldn’t change anything about how I was raised.”
“You said you can’t go home.”
“Yes and no.” You huffed. “It’s not easy to get to Grizzleheim, it’s months of traveling the skyways. But even if the world door worked, I can’t go back. I was. . . I was a danger to the clan. I had no control over my magic and the king had no choice but to order me to attend Ravenwood until I learned to master it.” As soon as you started, you couldn’t stop. All these years, and you never shared your story with anyone, not outside Professor Falmea. “But my pyromancy mastery final is in a couple days. And next week, Bauldur Goldpaws will return to Wizard City and I’ll be able to go home again.”
Jungkook was quiet for a moment, his eyes downcast. “I’m also from far away but. . . I don’t think I’ll be able to return home.” You’re silent, waiting for him to continue. “I’m from Earth. Where I’m from there’s no magic or talking animals, or anything. It’s just people. Then one day, I almost set fire to my house with my bare hands. I don’t know what to do so I start running. And I ran, and ran and ran until my legs felt like jelly. It gets blurry from there but next thing I know, I’m in the Headmaster’s office.”
“You don’t know how you got here?”
Jungkook gnawed on his lower lip. “I can’t really talk about it. Ambrose said so.”
Orders from the Headmaster, so you let it drop. Maybe in time he’ll tell you in time, but until then, you’ll take what little answers you can. “Can you tell me about your last name?”
That had Jungkook break out into a grin. “He didn’t tell me there were reasons behind last names, just wanted me to have one to blend in. I just chose a random one, thought it was funny.” Now it was your turn to laugh. You smacked your hand over your mouth, trying to muffle your laughter. “Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up. I’m dumb I know.”
“I’m sorry, it’s just, you’re-you’re going to endure weird looks for the rest of your life, you know that right?”
“I signed myself up for it, I just need to make up a convincing story for it.”
Once your laughter died down, you just smiled at Jungkook. With the salve applied, it was slowly bringing down the swelling and discoloration. Running a hand through his red hair, you sent him off. “It’s late. Get some rest.” He did as you were told, walking off toward his own dormitory.
The next morning, you stopped by to check on him, wanting to see how he was faring the day after but he was gone again. That poor boy is gonna get dragged all over the Spiral if he doesn’t learn to say no to a favor. But Jungkook was the farthest thing on your mind as your exam date was coming up. Your nose was stuck in a book or a scroll, you didn’t have time to think of anything else except acing this test and finally going home. That was your sole motivation.
The day of your final, Jungkook was outside your door.
“Hey-”
You cut him off before he could even begin. “Sorry, I really don’t have time.”
“But-”
“Listen, Jungkook, I really don’t have time. I really gotta go, I’m sorry.” You gave him a sad smile as you made a beeline for the School of Fire.
After three long agonizing hours of going through the different types of blade and shield combos, and the various types of spell casts from firecat to meteor strike to inferno salamander and their historical origins. You finally made it out. You answered every question to the best of your ability, and now all you had to do was wait for the results to be posted.
As you left the school house, Jungkook was waiting outside, sitting on the steps of Professor Falmea’s office tower.
“Jungkook, what are you doing here?”
“The door is open.”
His words puzzled you. “I’m sorry, what?”
“The door! You said the door to your home world was severed years ago yeah? Well it's open again.”
“What.”
“Ambrose just told me that the door to Grizzlehiem just opened, no one knows how or why, but it is. That’s what I tried telling you this morning!” He said, smiling. “You can go home.”
Dropping your items, you bolted. In the back of your mind, you knew that King Valgard wouldn’t be happy you weren’t a titled master yet, but damn him. Damn the technicalities, you knew you were a master. You just wanted to go home again. You pushed past all the other students as they entered the World Tree, not listening to their complaints as you rushed towards the door (you could vaguely hear Jungkook apologizing on your behalf as he ran after you).
Hand on the nozzle, you thought of Grizzleheim. Home. The smell of the pines, the crisp snowy air, the laughter of the bears in the Great Hall. You could see it all perfectly in your mind's eye as you opened that door. And there you were, on the other side of the rainbow bridge, at the world tree door.
“Oh, wow,” you heard Jungkook breathe out from behind you.
You took one step out the door; your boots crunched on the dirt beneath your feet as you stood there, taking it all in. “Papa! Bubba! I’m home!” You burst into another run, down the rainbow bride and towards the village, shouting at the top of your lungs. “Papa! Bubba! It’s me! I’m home!” Back on solid ground, you made your way towards your childhood home. Not one thing about this place changed, it was as if you’d stepped back into a memory.
“Little cub?” Your papa’s head poked out from the hut. He looked older, white hairs gathering around his snout and ears. But it was still every bit your papa.
“Papa!” You squealed, adrenaline pumping through your veins so hard, you couldn’t feel your lungs as they burned or how your legs ached with each step you stook. Your papa saw you in the nick of time, opening his arms wide enough for you to jump into his hold. Tears brimmed in your eyes as you dug your face into his chest.
“How- how can this be. . ?”
“Bubba!” You turned to see your other father, standing speechless in the kitchen. You jumped into his arms next. He returned your hug instantly, with your papa returning to hug you from behind once again. Tears were now freely rolling down your cheeks as you held your dads tight as you possibly could.
“I don’t understand, how- what?”
“The world tree door has been re-opened. I- I don’t know how but, I- I needed to come home. It’s been so long.” You cried, your hands gripping tightly onto Bubba’s fur. “I can control my powers. I did it. I learned. I can come home now, yeah.”
“Oh cub, of course.” Papa answered. “You did as you were told by the king. You can come home.” The three of you said nothing further after that, crying and holding each other. Relieved to finally see each other again after seven whole years.
From behind your group hug, you could hear someone clear their throat. “Oh,” you pulled away from your dads, seeing Jungkook standing awkwardly in the door frame. “Bubba, Papa, this is Jungkook Dragonpants. He’s my friend.”
“Dragonpants? What kind of a name is that?” Your Bubba asked, voice low.
“Bubba,” you groaned.
“It’s my name, sir,” he said, not backing down from your father’s clear intimidation attempt. He certainly was brave, very few could stare him in the eyes and not back down.
“Any friend of our cub’s is a friend of ours,” your papa said, narrowing his eyes at his husband. “Come in, tell us all your stories. Everything you left out in your letters.” With a smile, you nodded, turning back to Jungkook who was looking more outside. Wrapping a hand around his arm, you pulled him inside.
“Wait, hang on, is that Nick Jonas?”
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to breathe and to break
It’s been three months.
Duncan is still missing.
They are doing the rounds for their weekly check-in, and it falls at a moment when Professor Drake is not teaching. So, as had become somewhat custom, the wizard is sitting in the Myth tower with him, drinking tea and pretending to be more alright than they are—though less alright than they tend to let on with anyone else.
“I have been meaning to ask, I was sent word from King Goldenblade that you had collapsed in a dungeon below Northguard some months ago.” Cyrus does not let concern into his tone, it is even and measured, made not to scare them off. “Given that it arrived moments before you showed up to inquire about the laws of Kan Davasi, I decided it best not to inquire that day.”
He’s watching them carefully, the wizard knows he can see the way they’ve gone rigid and still. “One of Morganthe’s generals—a spider Magi, Archmagus Lorcan—was holed up in Nidavellir,” they reply, willing their voice blank and emotionless. “he lured me into some kind of memory chamber, and the Death students came after me from another side. I overextended myself in the battle and passed out, I was recovered by the time we came to see you.”
“Overextended yourself?” The raise of a single eyebrow, question implied but not really spoken.
The wizard sighs, setting their cup down into the saucer in their lap. “Just ask what you mean to, Professor.”
“I know you dislike talk of the war you fought against Morganthe and her army, but the skills you learned out of necessity were and continue to be a very dangerous balancing act.” He pauses briefly, and adds “Shadow magic is incredibly understudied and unknown, my faith in your abilities is not lacking, but I do wish you would learn to come to others when trouble beyond the normal arises.”
They close their eyes, breathing slow. “I couldn’t get to them.”
It’s quiet and broken.
Like an admission of guilt.
“I was in one dungeon, they were in another, Lorcan could—and likely would—have killed them given the chance.” Eyes open, brown exchanged for flat gold. “When I was in the Hive, Old Cob explained that Shadow is often used to bend and reshape reality—Morganthe used it on her soldiers to twist them, to make them stronger—I used it to draw a new dueling circle, just one, just a battle placement—so I could call up an Earthquake and break through to the other side of the wall.”
“And it worked?” There is concern now, but there is also curiosity, and that can be met and matched. Academic, disconnected, stay above the feelings and they won’t be swallowed whole.
“It worked. Blew a hole through into the other dungeon, I drew another placement into the duel that the others were already in—and it was stable, mostly, more than the first one because it was part of the circle itself.” And they stop, because continuing means talking about the aftermath. About how they don’t remember Shadow taking them over, or killing Lorcan, or the backlash slamming them into the cavern wall so hard that their friends had a horrible few moments of thinking they were dead. “I overextended myself, used too much Shadow magic without paying for it. There were…consequences.”
They can still see the little image they’d shown Penny to create, seen their form clawed and winged leap across the dimmed dueling ring and crash into Lorcan. Rip his carapace open and keep tearing until he dissolved into nothing.
They try not to think about Penny mentioning later that she had cleaned his blood—blue and mixing with the ink-dark Shadow—off their hands.
“I take it this is also how five of you were able to enter Darkmoor together.”
They nod, there is little point in hiding it now.
“As much as I appreciate the concern and care Acting Professor Ashthorn and Miss Dreadful exhibit for you—”
“—Don’t,” The wizard cuts in, rare that they talk over Cyrus, but in this instance it’s necessary. “don’t blame them for hiding it. Both of them—all four of them—saw what happened in Nidavellir, and it shook them. They’re not used to this mess like I am. You can’t blame them for not knowing what to say and what to hide.”
“You needed to be nearly carried upon return to nightside, am I to take it you overextended yourself in Darkmoor as well?” It’s a touch sharp, dancing on the edge of reprimand. A reminder that they are, at the end of the day, his responsibility.
“To a lesser degree,” they reply “I mitigated some of the backlash by using a weapon imbibed with Shadow from Khrysalis. But I was still knocked unconscious before the end of the final battle.” A pause, a consideration. If they tell Cyrus the full extent of why they are so hell bent on finding Duncan perhaps he will have some further insight. “Duncan copied the pattern I had been using to create extra battle placements in order to heal me, using the weapon I’d brought along. I don’t know how he was able to channel Shadow, and Malistaire had to siphon the extra away because it—it sticks to you when you overuse it. Seeps out and freezes your blood. And for someone untrained—Using it without payment is dangerous for me, and I had people teachingme. It could be disasterous for someone like Duncan, even if he can control it. It could consume him and—” their words stutter to a halt as they try not to let the last piece out.
It comes anyway.
“—and it would be my fault.”
There is a shame to these moments, a pain that comes with breaking down in front of Cyrus Drake, who has stood by and watched them run off to atrocity and tragedy and trained them to be his brother’s end. There is a deep rooted feeling that they should not be doing this to him. But also the sense that they would not rather do it to anyone else.
The rare moments of contact. A hand on shoulder. Or easing the teacup from their grip.
It’s often all they need in return.
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Northguard, Grizzleheim
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If there is one single thing on this earth guaranteed to make me smile even when I’m having a horrifically rough day it’s the little wind chime noises as you walk across the rainbow bridge in Northguard
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Okay so after my tweet kinda blew up yesterday, it’s gotten me thinking about Norse Mythology and Grizzleheim. So, I tried to map the 9 worlds from Norse Mythology onto the known areas of Grizzleheim, and this is what I came up with:
Asgard = doesn’t seem to appear in the game, and I have a feeling this is where Thor and Odin reside along with the rest of the traditional Norse gods
Alfheim = I don’t think this area exists yet, but it would be somewhere where elves live
Nidavellir = Nidavellir! Already exists in the game :)
Midgard = I have a strong feeling that this is Northguard in the game, not only because of the similarity in name, but also because this is where the Vikings and mortals live
Jotunheim = I’m pretty sure this is Wintertusk in the game because of the presence of all the giants, or “jotuns” in Norse
Vanaheim = unknown
Niflheim = unknown
Muspelheim = unknown
Hel = unknown (it would probably be called something else in the game since it’s kid-friendly)
Let me know what you guys think! I have an inkling that if these areas ever make it to Grizzleheim they’ll be showcased in Pirate101, much like how the areas of Marleybone, Mooshu, and Aquila are different in each game. But who knows! Perhaps we’ll have Grizzleheim part 3 in Wizard101!
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21st of march, week 3 first inquiry notes.
“Follow the controversy”
what do I want to get from this?
Playing games that don't want you to play
games that need tutorials without them
games in other languages not understood
games with unstable mechanics
mute games
and versus given experience “tutorials”
what games could I play?
Strategy / army games
card games
moba games
can I get what I need in a month?
Age of mythong
company of heroes
northguard
day Z*
rust*
Titanfall 2
star craft
path of exile
Diablo 3
Monster Hunter
among us***
Final Fantasy online
arma 3**
Microsoft flight SIM
Dota 2**
Wow
Runescape
Hearthstone
Guild wars 2
"Earned versus given experience" or "continuing to play games beyond their desired means."
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If your into strategy games but also into Norse myth (and i know some of the people I follow are) I finally got a chance to play Northguard! Its a pretty decent strategy game. Heavily influenced by Norse mythology
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Quebec donde pone el ojo pone la bala. “Watch out Northguard” # 2. Chapterhouse comics.
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The elusive Canadian superhero
I personally feel one of the reasons why a homegrown superhero comics industry never or at least barely took off in big numbers in Canada partly has to do with America’s habit of mythologising itself that American characters like Captain America, Superman and Spider-Man take on a mythical nature that Canadian comics creators can dream of. Marvel has a habit of mythologising New York City but so does DC Comics with Gotham, which is also a nickname for the Big Apple. Superman fights for truth, justice and the American way but no such equivalent tagline exists for Captain Canuck, the Pitiful Human-Lizard simply comes from Toronto just as Kebec simply comes from Quebec. It might be possible for a superhero series to succeed in Canada, though I think it has to be tweaked somehow to better fit Canadian sensibilities which is something some Canadian superhero writers have attempted before. But even then it seems Canadian superheroes, especially in their purest form, will always have difficulty taking off in Canada.
Canadian culture may entertain the idea of a superhero, but having a superhero story in practise is harder to pull off let alone a superhero story that’s firmly within the superhero genre. I remember somewhere at the Speculating Canada website that whenever Canadians do superhero stories, especially involving Canadian superheroes at all, they often push genre boundaries as to figure out a way to make the superhero genre fit Canadian sensibilities. Perhaps the Canadian superhero series that succeeded the most is the satirical Angloman, done by the authors of Northguard. Like I said, it pokes fun at Canada a lot whereas whenever Americans write American superheroes, they tend to be reverential of their country.
It’s not that Canadian superhero stories are impossible, but that it’s hard for them to take off in any way without at least some of them not fitting the superhero genre template to a T. Supposing if I were to work on a Canadian superhero mobile game where all the superheroes are detectives and police officers, it would also be another way to make the superhero genre fit Canadian sensibilities albeit in a different direction. It is possible for a Canadian superhero story to succeed, but if Angloman’s any indication its best chance of succeeding would be to take superheroes to a new and rarely done direction. It needn’t to be satire to succeed, since one could do the same with a stronger crime fiction influence.
But doing straight-up superheroes isn’t Canada’s forte, that’s something a few countries ever do let alone frequently so. The only countries that frequently publish superhero stories a lot and enough to justify a whole industry with are America and Indonesia, though there are others that I never brought up in any way. Canada isn’t one of them and even if it finally does these days, I don’t think Captain Canuck has the same iconic stature as Superman despite being a nationalistic hero. Even when people try to treat superheroes as if they’re ordinary people, they’re also built on iconic symbolism that they are icons themselves. When coupled with America’s habit of mythologising itself, that it shouldn’t come as a surprise that superheroes took off well there.
A good number of American superheroes aren’t just nationally recognised characters, they are also internationally renowned and something any Canadian superhero writer would undoubtedly envy. It’s pretty telling that Canada’s internationally renowned characters like Anne Shirley and Franklin the Turtle are outside of the superhero genre altogether, while Captain Canuck does have some fame he’s not exactly as well-known to many people outside of Canada the way even Caillou is, and that says a lot about why the superhero genre never took off big time there. Not as much as Canadian superhero writers would’ve hoped for, not to mention Angloman has difficulty getting collected.
A straight up superhero story is something many Canadians have tried, but could also never quite pull it off the way their southern neighbours do. While superheroes were there in Canadian comics before, the earlier ones never had the same staying power as Wonder Woman and Superman do. Especially Nelvana, who’s even the first superheroine in comics ever. There’s something about the superhero that Canadians like but could never localise for Canadian tastes even if they come close to succeeding. It’s something that will always be their white whale.
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I love BTS too! Fav song and bias :D? Mine is Magic Shop and Jimin. Also how's your day friendo
my day is currently eh at the moment as i have been procrastinating all day and i (accidently istg) let all my villagers in northguard (current hyperfixation videogame) pass away (too many villagers, too little apples 😞)
but this ask made me very stimmy so thank u, and to answer ur questions :
i don’t have a favorite song (i love them all in their special way) but as of this moment, i would say one verse by jhope (soundcloud)
for my bias im ot7, butttttt my camera roll has hella jungkook pictures ngl
MAGIC SHOPPPPP 🙇🏻♀️ 🙏🏼 and JIMINNNN ❤️😊 /pos
also i hope ur doing well since the military enlistment announcement came out cause i know i’m going through it rn 🤧
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Northguard #1 Aurora Dawn: Part 1 Cover by Irma Kniivila and Ron Salas.
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New Episode: Addiction Magnets
This week we talk about different game service styles! Everything from small indie games to Fallout to WoW. What's shady? What's the better service model? We get into the nitty gritty of game services.
Listen in our Itunes, Stitcher or our website!
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“Concerned for my safety.” The wizard echoes, fingers tightening around the spyglass they’ve been using in place of a wand for the past year. “Where was your concern for my safety when you sent me off to fight a war singlehanded and alone?” Their tone is soft. Conversational. Merle Ambrose does not flinch.
“Please, tell me what happened, do not spare a single detail.”
And they don’t.
They weave the felling of the shadow palace as it ought to be weaved, in darkness and blood and discarded web. In unmade worlds and the snapping of tree roots. In opponents twice their size, half their skill, in winning through bared teeth and broken skin.
They do, in fact, spare Ambrose a single detail.
They do not tell him about their request to Raven.
They do not tell him how it felt to watch the shapeless winds of the void between worlds tear Morganthe apart.
She had been his apprentice, once upon a time.
The wizard can offer him that one, singular kindness.
If nothing else.
“This news of Old Cob is troubling, but we shall just have to wait and see what tomorrow brings. New adventures for us all, yes?”
“Am I free to go?” They do not hide the chill or bitterness in the words. “It’s over.”
Merle Ambrose does not flinch.
“Yes, yes you may go, please get some rest. You have earned it.”
~*~
The wizard does not get some rest.
“Professor Drake?”
It’s off hours.
Cyrus Drake is in the Myth tower, where they had once dueled him, years ago now—before they were sent to the heat and tragedy that was Dragonspyre.
“I was not informed of your return.” It’s formal, it always is, but the wizard manages a half smile. “I am pleased to see you have made it back predominantly unharmed.”
“Are you free?”
“I am.”
“Can I show you something?” Cyrus’ lip curls in a way that the wizard recognizes, and they correct themself before he can patronize them. “May I show you something?”
Words are important in Myth magic. To nobody more than Cyrus Drake, who seemed too often to wonder if things would be different, had he only found the right words.
“Are you meant to be resting?”
“I am always meant to be resting or fighting. This is as close to rest as I’m going to get for a while.” They respond, allowing the hollow tone to take over their voice. Allowing the empty spaces where they had freshly leeched magic show. “Once we’re there, we can sit, I’ll drink tea, pretend I’m doing well.”
The wizard takes Cyrus to their castle. The myth castle. The castle sitting atop a cyclops that might be alive and might not be. The one crawling with automatons and unicorns and every wayward sprite they’ve ever picked up. Where the small green dragon they’d tamed in Avalon sleeps by the river when they do not ride it. Where they host the trophies of the times when victory tasted sweet and real.
The castle that houses Malistaire’s memorial.
Cyrus doesn’t ask why they made it.
Doesn’t balk at it.
Does run his hand along the edge of the stone, and the carved relief of Malistaire and Sylvia.
“When did you make this?”
“After,” The wizard says softly, “just after—you sent me to the dorms and, well I ran to Northguard, I couldn’t rest, couldn’t stop—”
“—I understand.”
They sit together.
They drink Hespermint tea and listen to the breathing of the cyclops above.
Eventually, the wizard has calmed their nerves enough to voice the thing that is weighing on them.
“I don’t want one for her.” They say softly, staring at the memorial, at the fresh flowers, the crystals bursting from the earth. “I wanted her dead. I wanted to hurt her. It’s—I’m not a kid anymore, I can’t pretend I’m doing this without understanding, I wanted to make her feel like I did, I wanted to make her pay—but I—I’m not supposed to.” They are going to cry and they don’t want to, they blink it back, grip on their teacup far too tight. “I chased power I shouldn’t have—I messed up again and let out a—a monster—I couldn’t think beyond wanting revenge for Azteca, for Pacal and Zaylin and Tezcat and Neza—for watching Dyvim die and for having to swallow Shadow and—” A sob is working its way up their throat and if they aren’t careful this will shatter them.
“You spent two months in the burrows and barrows of Khrysalis.” Cyrus interjects as the wizard gulps down air, “Isolated again from your classmates, your friends, those who can ground you. It is… easy, to get swept up in the tide of getting even. Especially when one is alone.”
“You didn’t.” They manage to mumble.
“Ah, but I am rarely left to my own. I have… children to teach, collegues who deign to check on me at irritating hours, and an apprentice who has flourished despite having been unable to appear in class more than twice a term, too busy getting themselves dragged into oncoming conflict.”
The wizard’s gaze snaps up at the word apprentice.
“I would have done more for you if it were in my power to do.”
He’s being nice.
He’s not supposed to be nice.
He’s Cyrus Drake.
He’s supposed to be lethal and logical and at best polite, but not nice.
The wizard laughs, and it’s hiding a sob.
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Found my Canadian superhero stamps (1995)! There was an accompanying content (with Canada Post? YTV?) to design a new Canadian hero in order to promote the stamp set. I submitted something for the contest but nothing came of it. . . . . . #canadiancomics #stamps #canadianstamps #canadapost #ytv #1995 #canadianheroes #canadiansuperheroes #superman #nelvana #nelvanaofthenorthernlights #johnnycanuck #captaincanuck #northguard #fleurdelys https://www.instagram.com/p/CSDuWwqrcRK/?utm_medium=tumblr
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