You’ve just arrived at Wizard City - a world with magic you’ve only ever dreamed of. You don’t have nearly as many classes as you did back home, and most of the ones you do attend involve getting to learn some impressive new magic. You’re held with a regard you’ve never been given before, and are excited to show everyone that you deserve to be here.
You’ve been to a couple worlds already, and you’re not entirely sure how you feel. Everyone around you is applauding your work, but whenever they call you a hero, you’re just reminded of how there was always that one small thing pulling you to the next world, always meaning you still have unfinished business that needs to be solved before you truly deserve that title.
People in other worlds are starting to be made aware of your name, so Ambrose has you change it. The wizard you once were has now settled down to continue their studies, while the real you continues on the goal of defeating Malistaire. You’re allowed to use your old name in “secure places,” but in reality you’re always out and about.
You’ve always been told that you would be the one to defeat Malistaire, and as you enter The Great Spyre, it feels like a revenge fantasy finally coming to fruition. You’ve got plenty of reasons to be angry, and for years this has seemingly been the only way to take that anger out. Yet as you enter The Crown of Fire, you see a person staring back who looks like they’ve got just as many problems as you.
You’ve just killed someone. Everyone applauds you in the name of the greater good, and awards you the title of “Saviour.” They make you change your name again in hopes of giving you some sense of normalcy, but you’re old enough to realize that’ll never be the case again.
You have no friends your age. Your class attendance had become sparser and sparser, and while everyone was always ready to jump to your aid, they always left once the job was done. All your robes these days are hooded, so most people have never seen a good portion of your face. Sometimes at night you’ll say your original name - just to keep the memory of it alive, even if you’re not sure that you’re technically allowed to.
You were getting into a pattern where the only downtime you got were the hours you spent lying awake before falling asleep. You went from warring world to warring world, in a pattern you recognized all too well from your preteen years. The name changes became more frequent - not that it mattered much, since a lot of them just called you “Wizard.” You had become very good at shutting up and following orders, but it had been so long since you had spoken in a casual conversation that your verbal communication was starting to falter too. But whenever Ambrose called, you always felt compelled to go forward with his plan.
Back when you could still attend class, it felt somewhat comforting to know that the teachers were aware of your situation. Nowadays the most you got from them were magical scrolls sent to tell you the closest location for you to learn a spell that normally involved some sort of fight you feel like you could have avoided had you been enrolled in classes. When you were still able to talk more, you remember casually letting the name and location of Nightside slip to Malorn Ashthorn, so that he could finally learn the rest of his spells. You know he’s secretly taken some of his students there so they could learn too, but you were pretty sure Ambrose wasn’t aware. After all, Ambrose was always more concerned about your whereabouts instead.
This wasn’t supposed to happen. Every single minor failure you had come to expect in your journey would have never prepared you for this. Azteca was crumbling, and it was all your fault. Sure you had failed before, but never this badly. Everything felt numb as you ran back through the spiral door, and you couldn’t even bring yourself to go find Ambrose. For all the times he had insisted what you had done was a victory, you couldn’t bear to tell him the news.
You walk into the myth classroom. There’s dirt on your face, and blood on your robes. You’re not sure what time it is, but every student in the classroom is immediately rushed out until only you and Cyrus are left. You had a feeling there’d be another name change. They’d probably say something about how you had tragically died trying to evacuate as many beings as possible off of Azteca - a heroic end for an unheroic person. Standing in front of Cyrus, you don’t speak. There doesn’t even feel like a point in trying to, because nothing you could say would be able to accurately describe any of what had just happened.
The Cyrus you remembered would have snapped at you to start talking. When he doesn’t, you quietly start to break down. None of it made sense anymore. You could recall almost every decision you had made that had ultimately landed you where you were now, but none of it felt real. Cyrus had moved so that he was standing a little closer to you, but you could barely process that, or the magical scroll beside him that seemed to be writing on its own as you mumbled out bits of incoherent information.
It had been so long since anyone had used your real name.
So I’m pretty new to this, and as such there’s liable to be things on here that get changed around as I become more aware of them, so please check this post before you submit an ask, even if you’ve read it before!
Once I get back into the writing game, I’ll of course link my active works here and you all are encouraged to send me asks or requests about whatever I’m working on, but until then........
I’m currently willing to do headcanons and ficlets. Sometime down the line, I may open up more such as matchups, but for now I figure we’ll just start with the easier stuff.
Requests are CLOSED
General Info:
Only one character per request. Sorry if that seems too limiting, but I’m easing myself back into it and only doing one makes it a lot easier on me as well as decreasing likelihood of burnout. Feel free to send in more than one request, though I can’t promise that I’ll answer every single one in order.
It may take me some time to get to your asks, so please don’t pester me about them. I will get to them when I have the chance, I promise that unless it violates my rules I won’t just ignore or delete any requests. But unfortunately, real life comes first and that means I’m kind of slow. I would like to note that pestering me counts as violating these rules and I will more than likely delete whatever I was working on relating to your ask.
All pronouns will be gender neutral by default. If you want me to write gendered content, that’s fine and I’d be happy to, just please put it in the request. Otherwise, I want it to be as inclusive as possible.
No self inserts. If I do one, then everyone will want one. Any self insert requests will be changed to an x reader, just for ease of writing and access.
Updates will be slow. I work a lot. All the time, in fact, so I usually save my writing for the weekends which is when I usually have some time. I swear, I’ll get to it all eventually. But the weekends are the best time for me to put stuff out, and if there’s any questions then feel free to DM me!
Other Info
Active Fandoms
Undertale
Wizard101
Miraculous Ladybug
Detroit: Become Human
Things I’m unwilling to write for:
NSFW
Abuse
Yandere
Cheating
Rape / NonCon
Undertale AU’s (Tbh I’m just not familiar enough with them to do them justice)
shanna is actually older than both kristen and nora, has known ravenwood much longer and in more detail than the two could ever dream of. she knows the hidden study spots, the quiet hideaways where students go to cry their hearts out when everything becomes too much, she knows the school trees and their likes and dislikes, and she knows the best times of the year to sit in front of elik’s edge and contemplate life. wizard city is etched into her head as if she had a map of the world on the back of her hand.
it wasn’t always this way - once, shanna was a young student learning magic just like everyone else. she had come to ravenwood slightly older than everyone else, for whatever reason she wasn’t totally sure. she arrived just as malistaire was falling, before malorn was good enough to really teach death magic to new students with no understanding of magic. before kristen had come to ravenwood - the sandstorm of calm and turbulence and hidden righteousness that she was - and discovered dworgyn and nightside and gone on to be something great.
she was a new student who always had an inkling in the back of her mind that something was waiting. waiting for her. she could never quite pin down what it was, just that she longed for something unspoken. when she was younger she thought it was a longing for something great, to be someone great, but as she grew older she realized it was less longing and more waiting, for what, she still didn’t know. at a particularly low part of her life, when none of the schools of magic seemed to click and only hopelessness was left, she thought it might be death. not the school of magic - no, at the time it was unheard of for students to learn death magic, not after what happened to malistaire - but rather the event of death. what was the point of being magical, if she still felt like an outsider in her own skin? maybe, just maybe she was waiting for death.
...
...
but that couldn’t be right. even though her magic hadn’t truly felt like hers, it was still hers and she knew she was meant to wield it. no, death came for everyone but not for her, not yet. Death, however - death magic - after its school had been found and kristen had been praised and moved on just as quickly, was waiting for her; she was waiting for Death.
...
part of her wanted to vomit. this hadn’t been what she meant when she asked countless questions to the universe at night. this couldn’t be right? she looked at malistaire and his tragedy and thought, no, that way lies despair.
but she can’t deny that death magic feels like coming home, the magic settling under her skin like rays of sunshine on a breezy day, like fog in the morning before dawn, like companionship when she’s had none.
I had to write 10 different story ideas and give one 16 lines of dialogue... Well. I used the story I’m in the process of illustrating. So if you’re curious about The Fire in her Eyes.... here’s a sneak peek
“Why do people behave so erratically?” Sarai asks suddenly, her voice monotonous and calm, as if she was asking what time it was.
Chris turned to her, eyebrows raised as they both sat on the bench. “Erratically?” He repeats, her question leaving him at a loss.
Sarai doesn’t look at him, merely overlooking the people passing by, her face stoic, her back straight, hands neatly folded in her lap. Chris feels the itch to ask who she is again...where he came from. “Hu-...individuals...They say they will do one thing...and then do another.” she lets out a small scoff: “Sometimes the exact opposite”.
Chris knows better than to take her rather snobbish, stoic demeanor to heart. In fact, he chuckles at her apparent confusion about humans. He then quietly reflects back to a time he hasn’t thought about in...forever. He then looks back at his companion as she patiently waits for his answer while watching passer-bys, some catching her intense gaze and moving a little quicker.
“Well, people are...weird” Chris remarks slowly, careful to keep his tone light “There’s always a desire to… be something”.
“Be something?” The female sorcerer’s eyebrow raises and she turns her attention him.
He tries not to be intimidated, but it always catches him off guard the way she looks at him so intensely. Instead of flinching, he gives her an easy-going smile “Like-... Like how I want to be friendly and kind to others, and want to be generous and loved”.
The Indian woman’s amber eyes narrow, as if suspicious, but Chris knows her well enough to know this is her thinking face; “But you… are those things” she points out slowly like it was an obvious concept.
Chris can’t ignore the heat that rises onto his face. He laughs nervously, and habitually rubs the back of his neck “Well-! I’m glad! Thanks!” he can tell that Sarai doesn’t comprehend why he’s thanking her but quickly brushes it off as Chris being Chris.
Chris sits back, deciding to take it a little further “But...I’m not always those things”.
This definitely catches Sarai’s interest, her eyebrow cocking so she looks both skeptical and curious. Chris swallows to and calms his beating heart “Well- like sometimes…” his face clouds with memories “I don’t always…. Share” it came out darker than he meant, and he can see Sarai noticed by the way her striking gold eyes flicker over his face. He encourages himself to continue after a faint pause, “Sometimes I don’t want to be friendly… Sometimes I can be mean, and….possessive, and as much as I don’t like it… that’s part of who I am” The thaumaturge grows somber, hand reaching over to his breast bone. “Get what I mean?” he smiles unsurely.
Sarai is silent, and sits back on her rump, previously leaning in to give him her full attention. He can see the cogs turning in her head; she was like a statue but he knew the way her fingers ever so slightly drummed against her leg, and the way she would forget to blink when in deep thought. Slowly, she says “So some people… want to be a certain thing but do not...take the necessary steps to become that thing” she confirms slowly.
Chris never thought of it like that but grins and nods fervently, “Yeah!” he agrees. Sarai merely looks at him, as if reflecting on something before abruptly turning her head back to the crowd.
Part 2 out of 3 (possibly out of 4 if I finish writing it)
Malorn Ashthorn
He has no clue who Duncan is outside of the name
Malorn goes to Falmea for advice - she's the teacher closest in age to him and helped him out a lot at first
Malorn is a gray aro/ace who gets asked out a lot. He gets really awkward about having to turn people down
He’s sort of nervous around Cyrus Drake, as he feels like Cyrus is silently judging him/comparing him to Malistaire
He misses having friends his age
He had always wanted to be a teacher, just not this early
Sometimes comes off as a little arrogant
Duncan Grimwater
Malorn might have no clue who he is but Duncan really doesn’t like him
He’s actually friends with Suzie - what they have is more of a rivalry
Duncan doesn’t normally talk to Artur outside of when he’s with Suzie
Suzie jokes that his attitude can make him an “honorary storm”
Has an empower dealer
Suzie Gryphonbane
She and Artur are twins, but she’s the older twin
Pvp Warlord
Listens to rock, and is a fan of King Thermidor’s band
She’s a storm (endearing) as opposed to a storm (derogatory)
Not an animal person (has no pets), which is why she had to get someone else to find her stuff when it got buried
Suzie on her own is a really nice person to be around, it’s just the people she hangs out with can be a little off putting
Plays beastmoon
Has a wand collection
Artur Gryphonbane
The younger twin, but he, Duncan, and Suzie are all the same age
Nolan and Artur are friends, they bonded over their BAD ATTITUDES (/lh)
Storm (derogatory)
Bad with remembering dates
He doesn’t always think of the consequences of something before doing it, which means he can sometimes take on more than he can handle
He dyes his hair blonde, it’s not actually that colour
Nolan Stormgate
Nolan is a little bit older than Suzie, Duncan, and Artur, hence why he's out there on his own
Marla and Nolan dated for a bit. They shared a similar sense of humour and bonded over their shared hatred of Cyrus Drake, but ultimately decided they worked better as friends
Very much an animal person, and gets really attached to his minion summons
Thinks a lot about stuff and sort of lives in his head
I wrote these up a few days ago and thought I’d share them! Most of these are derived from something within the canon, so they aren’t too wild. I’ve only played up to mirage so if some of these end up being contradicted by something then my bad. I’ve never really written headcanon stuff too much so hopefully these are good
Sabrina Greenstar
Sabrina and Regina are friends, and are in the same science class (See book quest)
Sabrina works at the fairgrounds with Hilda but she loves spending time in the library. Because of this she’s also really good at potion sorting/potion motion
Another activity she enjoys doing is crafting - that’s why she dropped those notes in Olde town, she was talking with Eudora
Sabrina also hangs out with Boris, and they like to talk about books
Sabrina is one of the older students, and around the same age as Malorn, which is why she’s allowed to help younger students learn spells
She jades in pvp
Regina Flametalon
She’s a year younger than Sabrina, but she took advanced science because she thought it would be fun
She was very wrong but she’s still capable of keeping up with the class
Regina likes photomancy, and while she doesn’t garden, has an appreciation for nature
Regina is good at battles but relies heavily on dots, which is why she didn’t have time to do Golem Tower herself
Boris Tallstaff
Boris is an assistant at the library. He’s a huge history nerd, and has a love of reading
Apart from Sabrina, Boris is also friends with Abby and Simeon. Abby dunks on him for being a nerd
He enjoys creative writing because he’s a storm
He likes watching pvp, but not participating
Abby K. Doodle
The RA of Ravenwood
She enjoys doing a lot of different activities, but fishing is her favourite because you can do it almost everywhere
Even though she pokes fun at Boris for reading, she enjoys comics
A known kill stealer, but she normally doesn’t mean it she’s just got a lot of energy
On the note of energy, she’s probably also a storm
Simeon
Simeon, Abby, and Boris are also some of the older students, which shows through the jobs the former two have
Simeon knows the locations of all the smiths
He likes travelling a lot, and was selected to participate for the Spiral Cup at one point
He’s very witty, and sometimes needs to serve as a mediator between Abby and Boris
