Do you do headcanons for the professors also? I’d like to see some Cyrus Drake headcanons if you do :D
Sure!! I’m willing to do them for all the professors (that you’d encounter in arc 1, I’m still in Dragonspyre. save me.) I don’t want to bash characters, but Cyrus Drake is bad and I hate him. Might just be because I don’t think he’s got any redeemable qualities and also the way he’s written is intended for you to hate him, so here we go.
Cyrus Drake reads trashy romance novels.
He tells people that Malistaire left them to him but he’s lying.
He regularly has his younger students be messengers and send them to Ambrose with recommendations for expulsion and it freaks the students out when they realize. (like he does to the young wizard after the laundry chore quest)
Always assigns summer projects.
A majority of his assignments are essays, but he also has his students copy summoning sigils and such from textbooks.
Never recommends extra books but will take you down a letter grade for only using the school textbook as a source.
He WILL assume you’re cheating on your test if you even look at anything besides your test, and will call you out on it in front of your peers and make you come back after class to re-take it.
Has it sunk in that I dislike Cyrus ‘Teacher that reminds me of Every Horrible Teacher Ever’ Drake?
He never yells. Never raises a hand to a student.
But still, the way he says things. There’s that slow, unimpressed drawl that makes you wanna run away and prove yourself in the same moment.
The inane tasks that he makes the younger students do, where you don’t defend them, don’t tell them that it won’t change a thing, won’t make him respect them as wizards, as people.
He will tear your confidence down until half of the Ravenwood-taught conjurers don’t even want to battle because they haven’t been taught magic properly.
They’ve only been taught that no matter what they do, it won’t ever be enough.
Hi all! Lately me and @betterillusionist have been cooking up a fic idea that’s been stewing for the last several months, so be on the lookout for when it drops!
Unofficial Summary:
Simeon Firemane grows suspicious of his elusive training partner: Roland Silverheart. Simeon’s past as a dragonspyrian spy leads him to question the mysteries shrouding the old knight.
But the more he uncovers, the bloodier Roland’s past gets.
Additional Art:
This is an NPC centric story developed using personal headcanons!
Welcome to day nine of Inktober2018!!!! Prompt of the day is precious, and I decided to go with a fic about Moolinda Wu! Completely wholesome, no warnings needed.
Inspired by this ask!! thanks @tell-me-to-pass-one-more-time for sending it in, thanks!!!!
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Moolinda Wu preferred solitude, in all honesty. The energetic students she had to guide in her classes left her weary of contact with other creatures.
And so here she sat, legs crossed on a blanket, her afternoon tea in front of her in the worn, intricately designed cups and pot. The blue designs of water lilies conveyed the peace she was seeking in coming out here, to her favorite clearing.
The clearing contained a lone cherry blossom tree, a token she brought from Mooshu as just a sapling, and with the help of her life magic, it grew into a full sized tree, perfect for shade in the summer months, and now, it is simply a backdrop of vibrant orange and green and yellow leaves, some of them falling idly into Moolinda’s tea.
“Ravenwood is so different from home, yet I’ve brought my home with me.” Moolinda mused aloud. The pastures and bamboo forests where she was raised were worlds away, but right here she had the same tea cups she drank from with her mothers, the same robes she wore back home, the same hairpin even, a gift from her mothers when she became a master of healing magic.
She glanced around the clearing again, the warm sun making her feel all the more at ease, until her eyes rested on the envelope she had purposefully left at the edge of her blanket.
It was covered in Zafarian language, as well as bits of Common and Mooshu. Moolinda knew it was from her most prestigious student, a young wizard who had a strong sense of justice that couldn’t be contained, lost in their quest to save the Spiral.
Moolinda took another sip of her tea, watching the world around her, content to not participate if only for a moment. She could feel the autumn in the air, the plants whispering their changes, excited for new things.
She sighed, setting her tea down with a quiet clink. She was supposed to be relaxing, but instead was consumed by worry. The letter stubbornly stayed at the forefront of her mind, refusing to move.
Moolinda should really read the letter.
Giving in, she reached for it, only to witness it jump away, caught by a swift, mischievous breeze.
“Moodha help me.” She murmured, standing up and leisurely pursuing the letter, prepared to intervene if it disturbed any of the forest’s inhabitants, whether they be flora or fauna.
She walked with purpose, gathering her bright green magic around her arms and hooves, preparing to act, when she was almost swept off her feet from a small tornado of autumnal leaves, the swirling mass slipping past her.
Moolinda almost cursed aloud in surprise, only to restrain herself and give chase yet again, trying to reach the odd creature and her letter as soon as possible.
She reached the edge of the clearing when the whirlwind returned, a letter floating gently amidst the leaves, offered up at the perfect height for her hooves to reach.
“Thank you?” Moolinda said quietly, confused as she began opening the letter, settling down on the grass.
She let the envelope fall into her lap, resting in the soft silk fabric of her robe. There was a full letter, written in dark brown ink with odd scribbled out lines and doodles. Moolinda couldn’t help but smile. The young wizard did the same things when they were a child, and harmless habits were left untouched, resulting in poorly drawn lions dotting the page as her student spoke of their adventure.
They wrote of their adventures, the allies they picked up along the way and the people they saved. It was heartwarming, and Moolinda felt true pride. She’d have to express this in her reply. Encouraging her students was her favorite pastime.
She folded the letter again and saw a photo that had fallen into her lap while she was opening the envelope.
A photograph, likely taken without the advancement of photomancy, grainy and monochrome. Moolinda smiled faintly as she looked at her student, now an adult. A hero. Dressed in feathers and native Zafarian gear, hugging one of their allies and gesturing to others outside of the frame, likely the necromancer they insisted on questing with, who wasn’t one for attention.
She felt an odd pressure in her lap now, and she glanced outside of the small world she had fallen into, one that was just her and the letter and the photo.
A small animal, made only of wind and magic and leaves, stared at Moolinda with pleading eyes. It didn’t have a full form yet, but she could tell. It was a creature of pure life magic, and they were rare, as they had to be nurtured and cared for as much as a human infant, sometimes more so.
Luckily, nurturing was one of Moolinda’s specialties.
Cooing softly, she beckoned the animal towards her, letting soft green light glow off of her hooves. The animal climbed into her lap, pressing oddly into her leg, the motion repetitive.
It-She, definitely a she, chirped. She chirped and purred. A small cat, striped with orange and green leaves, lay in Moolinda’s lap. She chirped again as Moolinda let her sniff her hoof, and then pet her gently.
“Goodness, I suppose I should give you a name.” Moolinda murmurer softly. It appeared she had gained a new charge to take care of.
Day five of inktober !!!!!! slightly rushed intro because right now I have 20 minutes to edit and post this until it’s tomorrow, but anyway, Mari stuff, chicken is a hard prompt, this is getting rough, moolinda is hard to write, hope you enjoy. Warnings for bullying/teasing, and implied neglect from a school authority.
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“Hello class.” The serene, calming voice of Professor Moolinda Wu woke Mari from her doze, causing her to lift her head from folded arms and smile slightly, leaning back in her wooden chair.
Professor Wu nodded to Mari as she passed to stand in front of her desk. “Good morning, students. Now that fall is upon us, I thought it would be an excellent opportunity to show that life can still flourish, even when change comes.”
Some of the other advanced students sat a little straighter in their seats, sensing a challenge.
“We will be raising animals.” Wu continued, tilting her head.
An older student raised his hand, his glasses slipping a bit on his face from the sudden movement. “Do you mean non-magical animals?”
Professor Wu nodded, smiling. “Of course. Now, I’d like to introduce you all to our project for the next twenty-one days or so.”
Knowing she wouldn’t say any more, the room erupted into muttered and whispered conversations, all of them curious. The advanced theurgist classes never did the same thing each year under Professor Wu’s teaching, so it’d be something new, which some of them obviously weren’t comfortable with.
Professor Wu approached Mari, settling a hoof on the desk near her tattooed hand. “Miss Jade, would you accompany me in bringing in our materials?”
“Sure.” Mari said quietly, shutting the notebook on her desk and standing up, trailing behind her professor. Her black combat boots clunked against the wooden floor of the classroom, various bracelets jingling around her wrist as she tugged on her green cloak, almost tempted to bring the hood up over her head, especially when she heard more than one whisper of ‘teacher’s pet’ followed by snickers.
Subtly showing the classroom her middle finger behind her back, Mari made sure to close the door behind her when exiting into the main courtyard of Ravenwood.
“Ma’am, what is this project?” She asked, jogging a bit to catch up with the professor.
“Just a little refresher on life’s beginning, my child.” Moolinda gestured vaguely before tapping a hoof on top of Mari’s head and smiling. “And you are far too excellent of a wizard to call me ma’am, Mahamari.”
“As if I’d let everyone know I really am a teacher’s pet.” Mari muttered, causing Professor Wu to laugh quietly.
They crossed the courtyard and into the small green in front of Bartleby. Moolinda waved at the balance wizards and their professor, who was trying to explain something, shuffling spell cards repeatedly in his paws.
When they entered Bartleby, the cavernous hollow of his trunk illuminated with magic, twinkling little fireflies of light. Mari stopped for a moment, relishing in the beauty of it and trying to push back memories of darker times spent in this same place.
“’Bout time you showed up, Moolinda. I was worried I’d have to hatch these things myself if you took any longer.”
“Mari, I’d like you to meet a former student of mine.” Moolinda gently pushed Mari forward as someone stepped out of the shadows.
The person looked Mari up and down, as if she could see every secret Mari held in her scars, or her tattoos. Mari looked at her in turn. The woman was asian, a few inches taller than Mari, and had long black hair. She held an intricately engraved scythe at her side, and was wearing black and green robes.
“I was her first student, actually.” The woman smirked. “Needed a tutor when Ambrose expelled me from Ravenwood.”
Mari grinned. This lady was fun. “Must be a helluva story to tell.” She said playfully.
“Maybe another time.” The woman replied. “My name is Morelle Ravenhunter, kid. I take it you’re Mari Jade? And before you ask any questions, I talk to Moolinda about her students.”
Mari looked at her professor, smiling up at her, and turning back to Morelle. “It’s nice to meet you.”
Moolinda tapped her hooves together, tilting her head. “This is excellent. Now, Morelle, I believe I should bring my package back to my classroom before they find a way to burn it down.” She said calmly.
Morelle snorted, turning back and picking up a box surrounded in complex sigils glowing a faint orange. “Here you go. Twenty chicken eggs, fertilized and ready to hatch in twenty-one days or so. Got ‘em from a farmer in the U.S., she said they’re all Rhode Island Reds.”
“Thank you Morelle!” Moolinda exclaimed, tapping her hooves together once again. “Now, because they’re non-magical, we can’t use too much magic on the eggs or their container, so you’ll have to carry it, Mari.”
“Sure thing.” Mari said, walking forward and holding her arms out, letting Morelle place the box in her arms so she didn’t risk dropping it.
“You two be careful now, okay?” Morelle said, moving towards the Spiral door.
Moolinda began to leave, and Mari started to follow.
“And Mari?”
“Hmm?” Mari made a confused sound and turned around.
“Don’t trust the headmaster. Ever.” She said, her eyes serious and her mouth set in a thin line. Her hands were clenched into fists, until she seemed to realize how tense she was and relaxed. “Just some advice, theurgist to theurgist, y’know? He’s not a good man. Won’t shy away from letting kids get hurt just to keep his school running. Got that?”
Mari nodded solemnly, before turning and walking out of Bartleby’s hollow, out into the sunlight that glared into her eyes. She winced, and when her vision finally cleared, she was watching the balance students at their class again.
The students looked exhausted, with rings around their eyes. A few of them were working on crammed parchment, as if they didn’t have enough. She peeked around the side of the tree and saw a small group of tents, a few sleeping bag settled around.
She had heard the jokes at the expense of the sorcerers and their lack of classroom, but they didn’t have dorms either?
