im just doing this bc im really excited abt this oc lore LOL
anyways. left is a new oc, one of a pair of twins, jasper suncatcher! theyre a storm wizard at ravenwood. this takes place when theyre about 12 years old (about a year before the game starts), taking a trip off world, and they run into this very weird man saying some weird shit (vito). he tells them about how ravenwood is corrupt and that they should abandon it entirely, and ends up preying on their personal insecurities a bit to play this up. vito himself is scorned by ravenwood for his attempts to dig up dark magics, as well as his unsavory reasons for learning magic. he wants to see it fall, and is trying to get anyone and everyone on his side. with jasper, he succeeds. soon after this meeting, vito joins a pirate crew, and over time starts to become a better person - meanwhile, across the spiral, jasper falls into worse and worse mental states, until one day, years later, they fake their death, steal their twin's identity, and start orchestrating ravenwood's downfall theirself.
wiztober is the wizard101 version of inktober. the original inktober was like some daily artist challenge that spread around on instagram where every day for the month of october you get a different prompt and you can create stuff for it :D most people draw but any kind of art is fair game, the point is to just have fun with it.
omg that sounds so fun maybe i'll participate once in a while 🤗 (even though i dont really do art lmao)
What I imagine a more realistically-sized school dorm room would look like based off of my own university dorm room experience. If you were given this room when you first moved into Ravenwood, how would you customize it?
hi guys! i did this last year so why not do it again. i decided this year to do a prompt and some questions for each day!
you can either follow the prompts, the questions, or both, or pick and choose, whatever you feel like! just remember to have fun and get creative if you participate! <3 i'll try my best to reblog everything i see, and to make it easier feel free to tag your creations with #pittyober or #pittyober2023 !!!
Flowers - what do they mean? who are they for?
Puppet - is this your journey? are you strung, or are you the puppeteer?
Bones - who, or what, did they belong to? do you keep them, or do they follow you?
Knife - dull or sharp? the wielder or the victim?
Clouds - what does the sky look like? can you see any shapes? is it your fault?
Travel - where are you going? do you want to go there? is there anywhere you’d rather be?
Poison - tip of the blade or the bottle? do you enjoy it? how does it feel?
Mask - do you wear one? is it physically there? can you breathe? can you see?
Sword - light or strong? shiny and new, or old and rusted? do you get results?
Bottle - is it always on hand? does it make you feel better? does the taste satisfy?
Exhausted - do you get rest? do you allow yourself rest? do you want to rest?
Love - do you feel it? do you want it? do you deserve it?
Hide - what are you hiding from? are you scared, or are you the fear?
Music - can you play? where’d you learn? what emotions do those melodies bring?
Celebration - isn’t it exciting? aren’t you happy? what gives?
Revenge- was it worth it? do you feel better? did you win?
Kill - did you do it? would you do it again? is it your only option?
Regret - what’d you do? look at what you did. it’s your fault.
Gun - where does it point? are you doing this because you have to? can you?
Sibling - do you wish they were dead, do you love them, or do you miss them?
Nightmare - what do you see? what hurts the most? are you alone?
Blood - is it yours or theirs? does it stain your clothes or your hands?
Undead - did you come back on purpose? was it your choice? why won’t you die?
Magic - do you trust it? do you agree with it? does it plague you or aid you?
Mother - can you remember her? do you want to? what would your father think?
Trick - were you the tricked or the prankster? was it for laughs, or to just be cruel?
Duality - what side of the coin are you? is it black and white? where is the line drawn?
Gears - a symbol of pride or fear? what does the ticking do to you?
Change - did this need to happen? did you want it to? can you imagine a world without it?
Wish - what do you wish for? is it likely to happen, or is it foolish?
Shield - who are you trying to protect? is it yourself? is it them?
An animatic starring the bestie who straddles the line between being Something and Nothing, DASEIN!
This is my first ever animatic. 15 independent images (all hand-drawn bc I dont do digital art lmao), 65 frames (the severe majority in the eggnog section). I’ve been working on this on-and-off throughout the month.
Definitely my second biggest work this month, and the biggest intended for it.
Zeus thunders out the challenge. Ryan, wearing their golden laurel wreath, stands beside him. The competitors eye them, nervous.
They smile. As the previous victor of the Immortal Games, they will defend their title. Anyone who reaches the peak of Mount Olympus will face Ryan and Zeus together.
All the competitors are young. Inspired. All equal in strength and bravery. Any of them might win and take Ryan’s place under the golden laurel.
Not that it will be easy. After all, they’re the Scion of Bartleby. Something like a god.
As the Olympians taught them, the gods don’t fight fair.
Nolan Stormgate unrolls the scroll of parchment that contains his rough draft essay. His own handwriting greets him, curling dark blue ink in scrawled uneven lines, splotches of ink straying into the margins. His heart sinks at the red ink scattered across the parchment. It is in Professor Cyrus Drake's hand, mostly straight, blocky lettering as many native Draconian speakers have, a remnant of their vastly different alphabet.
He had not turned in this essay- it wasn't due for several days and he needed to perfect it- but he had left his rough draft in Professor Drake's classroom. The professor had dropped it onto Nolan's table while he was studying in the library just a moment before. Nolan hadn't realized he had left it at all until he opened the scroll, he had been too focused on looking for additional sources for the essay.
"Fuck." Is all Nolan says under his breath, leg bouncing beneath the table as he bites his lip. The bags under his eyes are deep and he blinks slowly before finally actually reading.
He scans through the essay, wincing at the slashes of red over his obvious spelling and grammar errors he had left in because he knew what he meant, and it would be refined in the next draft. Nolan tries to squish down his embarrassment, but it’s hard. He never expected his professor to read a shitty first draft of his! He didn’t want anyone to read this, let alone meticulously criticize it!
Nolan runs a hand through his hair, quill still between his fingers and unknowingly getting ink on his face as he did so. His nose scrunches in distaste as he reads his conclusion- where he basically copied the introduction with a few extra lines, and Professor Drake could very much tell by his critiques.
The silent library doesn’t help matters. Nolan can only feel the shame.
The empty space of parchment after the essay’s conclusion is a yawning void to him. He can’t help the panic that flits through his brain at seeing a paragraph of text- only to see it is not red, but black ink.
Mr. Stormgate,
I expect my students to keep far better hold on their assignments, rough drafts or otherwise. The potential for plagiarism from such neglect is far too high, despite the obviousness of such an act, as your own work is of higher quality than many pupils can even think of.
In the future, do see that your materials are correctly stored and you have all of them. I will not play messenger. Next time I will feed it to a novice’s firecat.
You will, however, have full marks for this assignment. I expect a final draft on the due date, but from this rough draft alone I am impressed, and you have already surpassed the abilities of many of your peers even with gratuitous spelling errors. No doubt their rough drafts will be far worthier of the hypothetical fire cat.
Get ahold of your sleep schedule and perhaps we can discuss a position as Teacher’s Assistant. My brother cannot be the only one with such help, Bartleby knows he does not deserve it.