#wizzy fanfic

[oldestenemy]

Digging through tombs never stops feeling completely wrong.

It felt wrong on Krokotopia and Avalon, felt horrible in Dragonspyre and Azteca.

It still feels just as bad in Mirage.

They are used to undead and ghosts and old bones.

But not usually ones this…

Enthusiastic?

“Yes! You! With the skin and robes and whatnot. Do you have a minute?”

They suppose, in the grand scheme of things, they should not be surprised. One oddity after another. But a talking skull—a talking skull with no body and no will to move and no…no monster? attached? Is a tiny bit out of the wizard’s realm of ordinary. So they agree to acquire the crystal for him, even if they doubt he’s really the key to defeating Xerxes.

They even oblige him and shove the damn thing with a horrid crack! into his empty eye socket.

And Ozzy the skull shoots out of his sarcophagus so fast that it makes them bolt backwards, one hand on their spell cards and the other reaching for a sword.

“Woah! You are jumpy aren’t you—have you done this before? Am I not the first magic flying skull you’ve ever helped break out of a tomb? Because honestly, that would be impressive.” When they show no sign of backing down he sort of drops a foot or so, hovering around eye level with them. “Do you really think I’m going to attack you? After you just did me a humongous favor? No! Lets go kick Overlord Xerxes back into the sand!”

Unsurprisingly, the bodyless brainless bonehead is a bit of a coward.

The wizard doesn’t mind, he’s an entertaining coward at least.

His narration of everything he knows—or used to know—about Mirage is a welcome distraction, even if it’s clear he’s not telling the whole story most of the time. That’s alright. Let Ozzy have his secrets. He’s very clearly harmless.

Not as much can be said for most of Mirage’s inhabitants, where everything from the flora to the very sand they walk upon seems to want them dead.

~*~

“Are you going to tell me what happened yet?” Suzie asks as she stares down the vision that is becoming somewhat commonplace—Duncan, looking more and more haggard as time passes, refusing to sleep, barely eating, sending papers scattering across the house that is technically Suzie and Artur’s but may as well just be his at this point.

“No.”

“I’ll tell them you’re here.”

Duncan groans, dropping his head to the table. “Suzie—I am trusting you not to get me killed—”

“—and I am asking for you to give me the bare minimum amount of information to trust you right back, used to be you wouldn’t shut up about what you were doing but—”

“—so I grew up and learned to shut my damn mouth—shouldn’t you be happy about that.”

“Maybe if you didn’t keep saying this is a matter of life or death!” she snaps back “For all everyone else knows you’ve been missing the better part of a year, not just all of us in Dragonspyre but the wizard has had the whole of Ravenwood and the city guard looking for you since you vanished—”

“—right, which is why I’m hiding out in your house like a fugitive, because everyone and their firecat is on the lookout for me.”

Duncan had shown up two weeks ago, angry and withdrawn and demanding—well, more like begging—Suzie let him hide out in her family home on Triton Avenue. There wasn’t any danger of discovery there, she and Artur had been the only Gryphonbanes left in Wizard City since childhood, and Artur was currently (and possibly eternally) too enamored with caring for the battledrakes to cause any potential problems. Which was a relief, as Artur might be more quick to tell people—he and Duncan has always been on…more delicate terms.

Which Suzie couldn’t blame him for.

Duncan was abrasive at best, downright condescending and mean at worst.

Suzie was just better at meeting him on the same level.

Speaking of which.

“If you don’t start talking I’m going to at least go get Marla.” Suzie tells him, though it's an empty threat.  “All the Necromancers have been especially worried about you—I’m guessing because of what happened while you were all in Darkmoor—” Duncan lifts his head enough to glare at her. “—yeah yeah, pretend you hate me, I’m still the only one you trusted enough to keep you hidden.”

She finally sits down across from him at the table, mirroring his crossed arms and resting her chin on them. “Is this what Penny and Malorn feel like when they try to get the Wizard to talk to them?”

The look that gets her is so intense she thinks there ought to be some sort of energy discharge accompanying it. It’s not even fully angry. There’s a bitterness in it, a jealousy she wouldn’t recognize if she didn’t know him so well.

“That’s what this is, isn’t it?” She continues, “You got wrapped up in something like they do—”

“—I’m nothing like the wizard.”

“I didn’t say you were.” He is though, Suzie thinks. Whether he wants to believe it or not.

Silence falls again, longer now. Just the pair staring at one another.

Eventually she has to leave. She’s been fully leaning into the whole duelmaster thing at the academy and they’ve started hosting little tournaments among the Ravenwood graduates—there’s supposed to be one this afternoon. Part of her wants to call it off, or hand the reigns to Regina for today, she wants to sit here and pry until Duncan finally admits to whatever he’s done.

But there isn’t any point.

Not yet.

He isn’t ready.

She’ll come back tomorrow.

It’s as she’s just started to draw the recall sigil that he speaks again.

“You can tell them I’m safe,” It’s hesitant, and frustrated, like he’s trying not to say exactly what he’s saying. “just not where I am.”

It’s a little progress.

It’s enough.

She’ll sit on it for a bit, try to work out how to tell the others without inviting a flood of questions she cannot answer. The necromancers first, they deserve it most of all. She’s seen all three of them dipping in and out of the Myth classroom when their returns to Wizard City overlap, asking if Cyrus Drake has any news—normally she would think he’d hate that kind of interruption, but Duncan isn’t the only one who came back from Darkmoor different.

~*~

When Suzie comes back the following day, she finally finds Duncan asleep.

Read the whole series here <3

#wizard101 #wizard101 fic #wizzy fandom #wizard101 fanfiction #w101 #wizard101 fandom #wiz101 #duncan grimwater #suzie gryphonbane #lark is still playing funky wizard game from their childhood #wizard101 fanfic

[worstdeathstudent]

Finally decided to post my fanfic! More chapter will be on the way!

#wizzy101 #wizard101 #wizzy fandom #wizzy things #wiz101 #ao3 fanfic #ao3 #ao3 writer

[coincidentalparadox]

Like many others, I've been investing a great amount of time into Cyberpunk2077. Also, like many others, I find myself hopelessly smitten of our favorite edgy rockboy (and, by proxy, the musician industry.) I'm a musician, what else did you expect?

Enduring a particularly awful series of grievances, I am attempting to try making more art. If nothing else, to help me cope and heal. Unfortunately I am also one of those writers that despite fairly positive (thank you t-t) feedback, I hesitate. Trying to change that. SO here's a new blog for me to post my works and partake in activity weeks.

My first major fanfiction in some time was born of a simple yet fun idea: AU where Johnny gets a body of his own and he and V do their own things (and yet still have this weird mirroring quirk that they do that both of them seem genuinely unaware of somehow) meets a musician-songwriter from the country music side of the industry. She's a darling for the camera, she plays the part. That's how she's survived in the industry. Unfortunately her manager, who 'discovered' her, a nobody nomad in the badlands that had a knack for sweet yet sassy lyrics and campfire rhythm, and offered her a lucrative opportunity to perform her music and make an income to support herself and those important to her. When her relationship with her manager begins to turn poorly, what is one anti-corpo, super softie at heart to do when he learns of the danger she's in if she goes against the label's wishes?

Even if it's just for fun, it'd be cool to know if there would be interest in a fem!icon!OC x AU Johnny Silverhand with a body (male v) that more explores the capitalist consumerism of the Night City music industry and the politics within...

With love, always <3

#cyberpunk #cyberpunk 2077 #fem!oc #icon!oc #johnny silverhand #johnny silverhand has a body #cyberpunk fanfic #cyberpunk kerry #kerry eurodyne #lizzy wizzy

[betterillusionist]

"Checkmate."

The Professor leans forward, eyes wide with disbelief. Rage stirs in them, boiling just under a thin demeanor of calmness.

Simeon patiently waits for Malistaire to scan the board between them. The Professor is trying desperately to find a way out from under Simeon's thumb. A way that doesn't exist.

"Do you want to go again?" Simeon asks with a long, bored sigh. His enthusiasm is gone now, seven games deep in the shade of the buildings of Wizard City. "Or would you rather hand it over now?"

Malistaire grits his teeth, releasing a frustrated growl. Simeon leans back in his chair, lacing his fingers together and placing his hands in his lap, looking briefly up at the sky. The light of the afternoon is slowly starting to fade away into the dim evening. Green leaves float through the air as they fall from the Grandfather Tree's branches. He doesn't have all the time in the Spiral to wait for the Professor to make up his mind. The game is lost and always will be. There's no way he can win. He might as well give Simeon what he wants.

It seems like Malistaire finally understands this as he grumbles reluctantly, "Fine." He stands from his chair and rummages around in the folds of his elegant black robe, searching for Simeon's earlier demanded payment. After a short while, the Professor produces a sparkling silver key. On its surface, it's appearance is that of any ordinary house key, plain and unassuming. But both parties know better that it's no regular key.

Malistaire holds the key out to Simeon with a look of both reluctance and determination. "Tell me."

Simeon starts to lean forward, reaching his hand out to accept the item, but stops himself. This is more than just a business transaction, greater than the simple exchange of goods and knowledge. What Malistaire is searching for will lead him down roads he cannot turn away from. The simple act of knowing will put him on a dark path. And if he finds what he's looking for, his subsequent actions will rock the entire Spiral.

This is his point of no return.

"Are you sure?" Simeon can't help but ask. "The price I'm asking is very small compared to-"

"Take it," the Professor interrupts, waving the key in front of Simeon's face.

Taking a deep breath, Simeon takes the key. It's cold in his hands and unnaturally smooth to the touch. He spins it around in his fingers to make sure that the Professor hasn't provided him with any sort of counterfeit.

"Dragonspyre," he mutters. The key hums and glows, the gleaming silvery surface turning a dark glassy obsidian. They key's empty head flairs with light, and in its place the image of Dragonspyre appears... in all its nightmarish glory. Seeing the sleeping Titan looming over the Academy brings him a strange sense of sorrowful relief. Finally...

He pockets the key and looks up at the Professor. "See, that wasn't so hard."

"Get to the point," Malistaire only replies.

"This is a secret that comes with a warning," Simeon replies slowly, making sure that his words are clear to the Professor. "If you follow this trail, backing out will not be an option. If you don't, you can still return to Ravenwood and continue teaching. I'm sure your students would like that." He studies the Professor's stony gaze. He wavers not at the mention of his students or his duties at Ravenwood. Perhaps Simeon is wrong. The Professor's point of no return has long since passed already.

Simeon presses his thumbs together. The secret of resurrection. The complete return of a person's soul from the spiritual plane. Malistaire isn't the only one searching for it, but he's in the unique position to learn but a small piece of it. What he decides to do with that piece, however...

"Find Gretta Darkkettle," Simeon says. "Tell her that a you're interested in learning alchemy. If she turns you away, keep insisting. She'll know what to do after that. And if she ever asks who sent you... it wasn't me."

Malistaire stands in silence for a moment, absorbing the information. Simeon can almost hear the gears clicking in the Professor's head. But now that their business is over, Simeon doesn't need to stick around anymore. He stands, taking his staff in hand with his other slipping into his pocket to feel for his new key. He almost can't believe he finally has one.

A Master Key, a key that leads to every Spiral Door in existence. And it's finally his.

"Goodbye, Professor," he says over his shoulder as he strides away.

He might need to stop calling Malistaire a "Professor" soon.

#wizard101 #wizzy #wizzy101 #w101 #headcanon #fanfic #writing #creative writing #short story #malistaire drake #simeon #this is before the death school “disappears”

[mortis-stan]

This is just me being dumb but I low-key wanna write an OC fic based off the streaming set. Just like the YW/OC recording podcast episodes about their adventures so that someone understands.

Maybe they fall in love with an NPC and ramble about missing them idk

#wizzy fandom #wizard101 #fanfic #wiz101

[glupshittostan]

back on my wizzy writing bullshit!!

savior of the spiral is the latest installation of amy’s yw adventures. she finally defeats malistaire but it isn’t what she expected.

partially based on this post by @gaychaoswizard about the trauma the yw probably goes through upon killing for the first time. delicious!

#wizard101 #wizzy fandom #fanfiction #writing #og #fanfic #Malistaire drake #young wizard #Cyrus drake #wizzy oc #I <3 my fucked up prodigy myth wizard she deserves a break I think. too bad she’s probably not getting one

[fireember345]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Wizard101 (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Dasein | The Nothing (Wizard101), Original Characters, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Lady Nightstar | Grandmother Raven, Old Cob | Grandfather Spider Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe, Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Magic, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Wizards, Alternate Universe - Gods & Goddesses, Gods, Control, Control Issues, Family Drama, Family Issues, Dysfunctional Family, Friendship, Anger, Nature, One Shot Summary:

This is based on my prompt https://www.tumblr.com/fireember345/688885590656270336/wizard101-the-hope-and-the-wulf-prompt?source=share Do not own Wizard101. This is a one-shot. The Silkworm weaves the Truth as it was colored to her, for Dasein to listen.

#wizard101 #fanfic #dasein #titans #dragon titan #ice titan #storm titan #wizzy101 #wizzy fandom

[isagaysnake]

Hey wiz tumblr, I finally got the nerve to post my War AU work! If y'all interested, you can find it here. I know there's a way to post fics directly, but I'm still new to both websites and might take a bit to work them out 💀

#wizard101 #wizzy fandom #w101 #wizard101 fandom #fanfic #w101 war au #w101 fandom

[iheartgod175]

Fanfic Sneak Peek Theater ACT 2: For the Lovers

Super, SUPER sorry it took me forever to get back to the Fanfic Sneak Peek Theaters. Life happened, lol XD But I’m back ^^

Part two of my Fanfic Sneak Peek Theater is, as it’s titled, for the shippers. Including myself XD All of me OG OTPs get a fic to themselves, and I’m super excited to write them ^^

First up is a fic that’s had an insane grip on my brain: Love Language, which is the sequel to my first Multo/Zeeter fic, Heavenly. This story is a collection of vignettes (some long, some short) of how their relationship progresses, and there’s sweetness, bitterness…and even some spiciness. 😏 This story was going to be a three part fic, but things happened, and well…now y’all are going to get five parts. The good thing is, part one is almost done (I’d like to say I have about 70% of it finished). I just need someone to smack me in the head before I keep adding more stuff. XD

Here’s a sneak peek of the cuteness ^^ (taken from chapter 1’s vignette: Awed):

"Wow, you two look gorgeous!" Wizzy was the first to offer her praises, her eyes gleaming with stars.


"Yeah! You look like movie stars!" Wigg said.


Bonnie giggled. "Thanks, you two." She walked up to Bula, noting how his face was slightly red. "And I hope I'll be able to wow them on the red carpet tonight...with my equally handsome plus one."


Bula swallowed hard. "R-Right." He cleared his throat. "Well, we won't be the only good-looking ones tonight, right Multo?" His smile faded slightly when he saw Multo's face. "Um, Multo?"


If Multo heard him, he gave no indication. He stared at Zeeter, mouth open and eyes wide to where she could see the whites, a small blush on his face. Two words escaped his mouth, said in a hushed tone filled with utter surprise and wonder. "My stars..."


Zeeter's heart raced as he slowly approached her. It was the first time in a long time that she'd ever worn proper formal wear...and this was the first time he'd ever seen her wearing it, which she was acutely aware of. And rather than renting this, she'd outright bought it.


Why, she had no idea.


She met his eyes, her own face flushing under his stare.


She had expected him to compliment her in his unique fashion.


What she did not expect was for him to take her left hand in his right, lift it to his lips, and plant a gentle kiss on her knuckles.


Zeeter squeaked.


Everyone else gasped, with Wizzy and Bonnie taking a keen interest in this, practically pushing Bula aside.


Heat equal to the sun flooded her face as he gently looked up at her. She hadn't been prepared for the lightning bolt that hit her when he did that. Nor was she prepared for the look of utter wonder and adoration that graced his face.


"My dear," he breathed, "you look absolutely radiant tonight."


It wasn't enough that he'd kissed her knuckles and made her brain short-circuit. He just had to call her that, too.


She was sure she resembled a cooked lobster by now.

Next up on the list is a small Whyatt/Red ficlet that I’ve been working on. I’ve titled it “Sweet Victory”. And I totally wasn’t thinking of that song, lol XD

Also, flustered Whyatt is always a treat XD

"Whyatt, that's enough chocolate for four people!" She started.


"I know, but I'm gonna share it!" he said. "Please, Mom? I've gotta have it!"


"You do, huh?" Ever the cautious skeptic, Mrs. Beanstalk gave her son a pointed look. "And just what are you buying this chocolate for?"


At that question, Whyatt looked away shyly. "Um...it's for someone special."


That gave Pig pause. Poppa Pig looked at him with one eyebrow raised, an odd look in his eye.


Compared to her earlier demeanor, Mrs. Beanstalk looked absolutely surprised.


"Someone special?" A glint of joy appeared in his mom's eye, and her lips quirked into a smile. "Is it a girl?"


Whyatt looked up so fast, Pig thought his head would fly loose from his neck. "Wha-NO! No way!" he said, shaking his head emphatically, but then paused. "Well, it is for a girl, but she's just a friend, Mom!"


"Mmhmm."


"No, really! It's nothing like that," he said quickly. "I-I just wanted to get her something really nice for her birthday, and I figured she'd like it..."


"It seems you've got a bit of a crush, Why."


"Wha-no I don't!" Whyatt argued, although his face was certainly arguing otherwise. It was turning as red as the candy he was holding.

My last one is a cute little piece that I’ve been working on since earlier this week, for Walden/Widget. @mooshieblue got me back into the pair ^^ The title of this fic is so light-novel esque it deserves an anime adaptation: The Science of Love (Side Note: It Doesn’t Make Much Sense)

"So, ya got anybody in mind?"


"Hmm..." He scratched his chin in thought. The idea of romance was, and still is, a bit of a mystery to him. In fact, while he could deduct it for others, imagining himself having a crush or some other romantic feelings for someone was unthinkable. He wasn't even sure if he could answer her question.


In fact, he was just about to tell her that...when his mind came up with an answer.


You.


His eyes widened.


I like you a lot more than a friend.


His chest suddenly felt tight at the revelation. Where in world had come from?


I've thought about you so much it's driving me crazy.


"My, my, my..." was all he could say as the revelation came clear to him.


"Helloooo? Earth ta Walden, do ya copy?" The smell of machine oil flitted through his nostrils, courtesy of her waving her hand in front of his face. He blinked, snapping out of his reverie. He looked up to see her green eyes narrowed quizzically at him. "Ya spaced out on me for a second there."


"O-Oh. Sorry about that, Widget. I-I, uh...I guess I put a little too much thought into that question."


"As always." She leaned back against the wall with a small smirk. "But ya think you got an answer?"


His mind betrayed him, and the realization made his face heat up to an absurd degree. Like, "center of the sun" degree.


"...I-I'd rather not say..."

—

If I have any more fluffy romantic stuff, I’ll post them accordingly ^^

But I want to know your thoughts! Which fics are you interested in seeing?

And if anyone leaves any hate, I’ll just use the flames to whip up some more stories for ‘em ^^

#fan fic writing #zula patrol #the zula patrol #wow wow wubbzy #super why #Multo/Zeeter #Walden/Widget #super why x wonder red #poll

[soulhavens]

i was going to finish novus today but then i started reading pokemon fanfic and now i’m thinking about pokemon teams for my wizzies….

#m #comments from sol

[shanie-the-toyaddict]

So, all jokes aside. I'm putting out a statement now I will very likely NOT be on here tomorrow night. I will probably be playing Wizzy or binge-writing fanfic or, if the powers of the universe are kind, SLEEPING I am not in a good enough mental place right now to handle any of what goes down tomorrow LIVE. Not even via liveblogs. I can't do it. I'll have a panic attack and end up in the hospital. I just know it.

I was having the main event liveblogged to me tonight and I was literally having trouble breathing and chest pains.

I'm too fucking invested in this to not have about 15 layers of buffer between myself and them. I can't have it told to me live. I certainly can't watch it. Seeing pictures and gifs unprepared is also out. I'm gonna need to read a recap, take a long time to process it, THEN come on here.

So for those of you who feel like notif-ing me about 50 million times as it goes down, don't. Please. @wrestlezaynia, @mrwrestlingkevinsteen, you guys have my 'number' so to speak. I'll get back to you two when I can. But the rest of you, please respect my need for space with this and let me process whatever happens in my own time.

I'm sorry to be like this, I thought I could handle it, but like I said. I was halfway to a panic attack from tonight's main event alone and I still wasn't actually watching it.

I'm sorry guys. Please forgive me.

#personal

[oldestenemy]

The wizard is glad they are sent to Cyrus when things have settled. That again, he is the one who knows anything of the world they are seeking, out of everyone.

“I want you to seek out an old…friend of mine.” He explains the bones of their quest—find Ivan the Great, have him aid in finding Baba Yaga, convince her to help with Bartleby’s ailment—and it feels painfully simple. But they know better. It will not remain so.

“Polaris lies at the very edge of the Spiral—on the horizon as it were—Where land meets sky, where the worlds fall off into the endless expanse of the in-between. Why it would cause Bartleby to fall ill, I cannot begin to fathom. But if there are answers to be found in Polaris, you would be the one to find them.”

The spiral key for Polaris looks like a little three pronged lamp-post. Silvery and shining faintly.

They are going to need to invest in a bigger keyring soon…

Before going, a note of importance.

“I know the others have it handled, but—”

“—Rest assured I will keep eyes and ears out for Mr. Grimwater.” Cyrus finishes before they get the words out. It offers a relief the wizard can barely explain. They cannot shake the feeling that there is a wrongness to his disappearance, a danger around it.

“Thank you. Really.” They force themself not to add for everything.

They have been trying harder to make their interactions with other people feel less final.

It’s hard.

But they’re trying.

Penny and Malorn are standing by Bartleby waiting for them.

It’s not going to be like the last time.

There is urgency here, yes, but they are not sprinting forward after their own demise.

“Be careful,” Penny urges as soon as they are in earshot.

“I will be,” the wizard responds, “this—this won’t be as bad as the other worlds I’ve been to in the last year. In and out.” Maybe if they speak that into existence it will become true. Probably not.

“Somehow I doubt that,” Malorn says, “if you need us, or need a break—if you can get one—I’ll be here or in Dragonspyre.”

“I’m going back to Marleybone for a while to visit my parents,” Penny adds, “but promise if something happens—”

“—You’ll be the first to know.” The wizard assures her.

It’s a lie.

They are going to keep these things as far from the others as they can manage.

This is the first time they’ve walked through Bartleby in…a very long time. It looks different. Leaves falling and wilting in every corner, autumn colors invade upon the green, not vibrant but sickly and muted. They try not to think that it’s helping. The fact that it has changed within the chamber means it is not throwing them so distinctly back into the moments after Azteca.

The door opens onto a chill, onto the distinct smell of snow.

“Ahem!”

A…penguin?

A…French penguin.

The inhabitants of the spiral never cease to be interesting at least.

Sometimes their memories from Earth have use here. But why anyone would decide for penguins to be French—especially in a locale that seems more like tsarist Russia—they don’t particularly have time to dwell on. The only reason it’s familiar at all is because they had been fixated on that animated movie about a missing Russian princess for several years of their young childhood. They can almost hear the music as they walk through the streets.

Routine falls into place.

Maybe it’s the fact that prior to this they were involved in an outright war, but the fighting here seems almost trivial. Before they know it, they are wrapped up in a revolution, throwing fish into the harbor, following Red Rosa to whatever she needs.

And then they are assisting a polar bear in dancing a ballet—and gods that movie just keeps coming back to pester them doesn’t it—but it feels good to be doing something that isn’t…dueling. Somewhere along the line one of the Patriôtes had handed the wizard a saber that was now functioning as their wand—something they haven’t really done since Avalon, and before that Dragonspyre—it makes the battles a bit visceral for their tastes, especially when they are not yet sure of their purpose here.

Find Ivan.

This does prove to be fairly straightforward, and following him through his aid to the Patriôtes and their rebellion is both easy and—a little entertaining. There is an element of joy that underlies every act of resistance, and Ivan’s intensity in battle has them missing Dyvim. But like everyone, they leave him when the time comes. Walking into the cold expansive woods alone in search of Baba Yaga.

An eerie silence permeates this part of the forest. It is as though all the wildlife were holding its breath.

Raven is loud here, near as loud as she is in Grizzleheim.

The wizard ignores her. They have been doing so for months now, still angry for Nidavellir, for her dragging Malorn and the other necromancers into problems that did not need to be theirs. But they never went back to see her, they meant to at least try and get answers about Lorcan—

But then Duncan went missing, and now this.

It doesn’t matter.

Grandmother Raven is not going anywhere.

They can go and shout themself hoarse at her perch whenever the mood strikes.

What the wizard does find in this silent clearing of the wood, is a girl.

A human girl.

Which—under many circumstances shouldn’t be considered strange, but the only other human they’ve seen in Polaris thus far is Rasputin. It’s not often they run into people who aren’t also some kind of creature. Though on closer inspection, perhaps this girl is some kind of creature. There are inky black feathers shifting in her hair that look as though they sprout straight from her scalp along with it.

Later they learn the girl—Mellori—is Baba Yaga’s daughter. Given that the witch herself lives inside a house with chicken legs, Mellori’s feathered hair no longer strikes them as surprising. Nor does her immediate act of following them to the Auroracle. Mellori reminds them of their younger self. Hungry for adventure and mystery.

The wizard isn’t sure yet if that is a welcome comfort, or a bad omen for their new friend’s future.

Read the whole series here &lt;3

#wizard101 #wizard101 fic #wizzy fandom #wiz101 #wizard101 fanfiction #wizard101 fanfic #polaris #arc 3 #mellori #w101 #i have a writeblr for this but shh #lark is still playing funky wizard game from their childhood

[worstdeathstudent]

First post of 2024!

#wizard101 #wizzy fandom #wizzy101 #wiz101 #aika kimura #tasha lotusleaf #calder #evan lotusleaf #ao3 writer #ao3 link #ao3 fanfic

[massacregirl]

So I put Hatsune Miku in my cyberpunk fanfic and now everyone just has to deal with that I guess.

Or they can read something else idk I'm not your mom.

Cyberpunk is a great setting to explore topics like celebrity - the Lizzy Wizzy gig in the game was a good example, and in Miku (I guess any vocaloid singer would have done but Miku is an icon) I saw a chance for some interesting and unique storytelling.

This prolly looks weird - I should explain. You're looking at a link to the latest chapter of Shine, the weekly Cyberpunk 2077 fanfic I write. I thought Maelstrom had a lot of untapped storytelling potential, and everything just kinda got out of hand. Please read the tags before proceeding, I'm not saying it's a dead dove but there is hella grimy shit.

#cyberpunk 2077 #fanfic #cyberpunk #ao3 fanfic #writing #fiction #ao3 #cp77 #story #fanfiction

[shanie-the-komania-toyaddict]

You know, I've seen your posts about Cyrus Drake and I plan to have a similar interpretation of him the Wizard101 Novelization fanfic I plan to write. Specifically, my version of the Wizard, Cassidy Wyrmwood, is Cyrus's only new student the year Cassidy comes to the spiral. Since she's the last person who saw Malistaire, Cyrus is uneasy towards her from the bounce and comes to straight up dislike her thanks to her personality being that of a confident, irreverent nerd who feels entitled to a fantasy adventure since she's in a magical world. Actually, the reason I plan to have Cyrus try to expel Cassidy is different than in canon, as the day before the chaos in the three streets breaks out, Cassidy, bored in class and wanting to try some 'cool' magic tries to summon a minotaur. This goes poorly and she summons a bull-human hybrid with all the wrong parts in all the wrong places. Cyrus tries to intervene but Cassidy tries to dispel the abomination of nature herself. Naturally, it explodes into a shower of blood and viscera which ruins Cyrus's robes. Cyrus claims that Cassidy was reckless and, if there were other students there, she could have gotten them hurt, while Cass claims that Cyrus is making a big deal out of nothing. Cyrus making Cass pick up his dry cleaning and then giving her a letter for her expulsion is essentially him giving her the middle finger. Essentially, their dynamic starts as them being jerks to one another, with Cyrus usually having some kind of point to his criticisms, while Cass is rightfully annoyed that Cyrus is trying to get her kicked out or get her to drop out via the spell quests he gives her. They do later build a better relationship after Cass realizes she's being a tool and becomes more mature and Cyrus realizes that Cass is a child and he should be the be the bigger person.

That actually sounds really interesting, although my heart goes out to that poor minotaur. He was probably in so much pain. And then he exploded.

I haven't looked into Wizzy fanfic much, just a few pieces on here. But like most people I have my own stories for things that departs from the official canon. My myth wizard actually got scared off by Cyrus and never got past arc one. She was a neglected middle child who only joined Ravenwood because her siblings did. She chose myth because she wanted to summon minions as friends and now primarily keeps to herself in her big house full of monstrology guests. She has no interest in being the chosen one. Leave that to someone else.

... she's my only myth.

[darkmoonravewolf]

Went out shopping with my mom and grandma and usually the entire time we're out I'm listening to music and I'll zone out.

My mom asked me what I'm thinking of cards it's hard to get my attention when I'm like this and It's like "no I'm fine, I'm just imagining elaborate fanfics and scenarios in my head"

Like how Fleeting Lullaby is a good song for an Akumatized Ladybug

Or I've Had Enough Of You fits my two of my wizzy ocs

Or even The Tireless One is an obsessive beast-like Weiss kidnapping team rby for her own sake

#the kit screams! #this is both me sharing a moment and some songs I've been listening to #enjoy #oh and also sharing some of my delusions