Schmendrick the Magician!

"And be wary of wousing a wizard's wrath -- rousing a rizard's - RAHG! Be wary of making a magician angry, if I chose I could turn you into a frog!" [indie friendly book and movie canon schmendrick of TLU and affiliated with isola radiale]

[wousingawizardswrath]

rcsputinaa‌: 

magik stared at the man for a moment. why he’d chosen to approach her, she couldn’t figure out. she wasn’t exactly someone who screamed open. she also had quite a few questions about his outfit - did he actually have magic or was he one of those people who performed at children’s parties? if he was asking about herbs, perhaps he did have magic.

“i assume store bought herbs would not suffice?” she asked, tone only the tiniest bit sarcastic. “the mistwood likely has herbs, but it is dangerous.” oh well, she hadn’t had anything planned for today anyway. “i can take you.”  

It was true that she didn’t seem to be approachable, but Schmendrick wouldn’t  get anywhere in his world if he didn’t take chances. Seemed he made the right choices so far. “Store bought? Goodness, no, those have lost most of their connection to the earth at that point.” Sarcasm wasn’t lost on him, but he had his reasons for a ‘fool’s errand’.

The mention of the Mistwood got his attention, and he was all the more surprised at her offer to take him there. The magician smiled and gave a respectable, but small, bow. 

“Thank you, I would greatly a-appreciate the help--” Schmendrick quickly caught his hat from sliding off. “Heh, I haven’t been here long.”

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[rubensmuse]

schmendrick: I’ve saved the unicorn from the red bull!

molly grue: ruined a perfectly good unicorn is what you did. look at her, she’s got anxiety

[waackery]

Magic do as you will…

Re-upload with a background

[lunariagold-deactivated20230802]

Things from The Last Unicorn that randomly float in my head to mess me up ever since I was 6:

-”You must never run from anything immortal; it attracts their attention” sounds like bone-deep important knowledge. Art of War-level pro tip. I haven’t been able to chase down a bus ever since, something could be watching.

-The moment when the unicorn’s eyes reflects other people v.s. her own thoughts is the most hauntingly ominous concept ever and fills me with dread.

-That skeleton suddenly howling for Haggard to stop Amalthea… just.. WHY? My dude, you are forgotten remains in the castle basement what’s your horse in this race? What has Haggard done for you lately, he didn’t even bother burying your ass when you.. died.. on top of his… billiard room mantelpiece..?? I want a prequel explaining Haggard’s entire oddball creepy life because it’s obviously a wild ride.     

[wousingawizardswrath]

@rcsputinaa

“Hello miss, I don’t mean to trouble you but would you know where one could get a hold of some fine dried herbs?” He had been running short for some of his more rudimentary spells, not that they did much good anyway. It didn’t hurt to stay stocked up, but he hadn’t had much luck finding any in the backwood areas of this city. 

[wousingawizardswrath]

@0pluckmylife0

“...that’s new,” Schmendrick said more to himself once he spotted the rather large red feathered bird. He had found a bench to rest after a day’s performance work, dropping some bits of fruit and nuts on the ground for the park’s birds to snack on while he too helped himself to some. 

Something was odd about the bird, though. It didn’t seem too particularly interested in the food.

[wousingawizardswrath]

“You know, I wasn’t a faun for too long in that place but...it’s almost taken me half as long to get used to my normal legs again after being stuck with those.”

He did not miss them, though.

[wousingawizardswrath]

starter call for anyone interested in interacting with an incompetent wizard who is trying his best

[flynni-a]

@wousingawizardswrath liked for an event starter

“Ooh-Oh!”

There was something to be said about the art of street performance that no other medium could quite match. It was so personal and intimate, with no performance the same.  Eugene had to admit, even as a grown man he loved to watch the tricks of street magicians and showmen.

Just how did they do these things?

He hadn’t even noticed he was the only adult around, surrounded by a variety of different kids equally as enthralled in the magician’s act.

“That was… awesome! How did you turn that cider to slush? Dude, I have to learn to do that! Can you freeze other things like that?”

[wousingawizardswrath]

“I could, possibly.” It was humorous how this grown man was far more vocal over his performance than the young children with their parents, or those that had weaseled themselves away from such parents. Schmendrick chuckled and offered the drink to the man, since he was so impressed. 

Of course the drink would no longer be slush if he did try to drink it. Illusions were clever like that. “But if I started teaching those how to do it, I’d be out of business!”

Deep down, however, Schmendrick wished he had his real magic to do something spontaneous, but whatever happened to him when he was brought back to this place had sucked most of the magic out of him. All he could do for now were basic parlor tricks. A shame. At least no one seemed to notice for now.

[wousingawizardswrath]

sundroptm‌: 

      ☼The pop of magic could have been as soft as a feather landing on a lake, yet Rapunzel perked up, enticed to seek out it’s source and like a bloodhound to a scent, so too did Rapunzel zero in, but bothered was the last thing she could possibly be.

      ❝ Is that- Was that-??? ❞ That hat, that cloak, Rapunzel all but shrieked. ❝ Are you a wizard?! Like an actual, real life wizard? ❞ She fully carried herself into the other’s personal space, hands grabbing at his fabric, examining it eagerly, as if there would be no other moment in her life in which she would get to see or feel fabric again.

      ❝ I thought I would meet a wizard once, he was supposed to be this big scary guy, right? Turns out, alchemist. Can you believe? ❞ She laughed at the memory. 

      ❝ Oh! I’m Rapunzel, by the way, and you, mister wizard? ❞

The fact someone had overheard his sad attempt had him prepared for the worst, but instead he was met with someone all too ecstatic to his chagrin. He stared, wide eyed as this golden haired girl clung to his makeshift robes and shouted about wizardy. Schmendrick nervously smiled, trying to gently pry her hands from himself as he laughed somewhat forced.

“Er, well...yes, I’m a wizard. Though, I can’t say that what you might have saw can really be called magic.” He cleared his throat. Rapunzel? That name...it reminded him of an old story, but he didn’t linger on it for long. “I’m called Schmendrick the Magician.”

The mention of an alchemist did give him pause as he tilted his head thoughtfully. “What was this alchemist’s name? Magic and alchemy are not too far apart, really. Sounds like quite the story.”

[wousingawizardswrath]

“Master Nico was the closest thing I had to a father, I guess... bet he’d be disappointed I still haven’t mastered my magic though if he was still around. Heh.”

[wousingawizardswrath]

smallblueboyscout‌: 

“Yeah but they’re in another kingdom, and kinda jerky if you’re not from their kingdom. Or even if you are from their kingdom but a different species that usually belongs to another kingdom.” He made a face, remembering how long he had been in that kingdom before leaving in a huff.

“Stupid war.” He kicked the dirt with a frown. This whole situation sucked. “Just be glad you missed how this whole thing started. Everything blew up, there were meteors falling everywhere, a giant hand, voices that sound like your loved one.” 

It was deeply upsetting. And then he had been left by someone close to him. Which just made him hate everything more. “It’s probably best to avoid them.”

“Oh.” Schmendrick’s voice was quiet, understanding. Stupid war indeed. Prejudice was an unfortunate part of the human condition. He had been around long enough to see that far too many times. 

“I’m sorry to hear that.” The wizard offered a small sympathetic smile before he adjusted the leather strap to his pouch. “It does sound like I missed quite the story. Are you alone out here? Someone so young should be more careful I should think.”

[wousingawizardswrath]

schmendrick’s mist reaper would be the lousiest fight on the planet since it’d have no powers or weapons lmao

but if anyone wants to help schmendrick take it out or want his chaotic magic to help take out yours plz like this for an event part 2 starter!

[wousingawizardswrath]

smallblueboyscout‌: 

“You’re guess is as good as mine.” Jon sighed, feeling bad for not being able to help like he used to. He had seen the man struggling to walk, and had slowly approached to see if he could help, but he didn’t know how to teach someone to walk in a body they weren’t used to. “Everything changed a while back, even the wards aren’t the same.”

He hadn’t even gone to where the Golden Ward used to be to see if his home was still standing. “I mean, is it ok to assume you’re talking about the original island? A lotta the people here don’t seem to notice it’s much different, like it’s been like this since the dawn of time or whatever, but the people who were brought to the island noticed it’s different.”

“Though as far as like, general location, I think we’re in Airaisal, I think??”

This kid knew more than he gave himself credit for, and more than Schmendrick had been expecting. So his hunch was somewaht right, that he was once more in that strange city, only that it changed or the inhabitants were dropped somewhere else. Apparently this part was called Airaisal. Certainly didn’t ring any bells for him.

The wizard leaned against the tree, trying to act casual as if he hadn’t been tripping over his own feet and brushed off some dirt from his baggy sleeves. “Oh...good to know,” he said with a nod, playing it off that he wasn’t in any sort of panic. 

“And, um, are there any humans...?” he asked, unsure if he should be careful about that sort of thing. It was probably obvious enough that he was not used to this body, and this kid could be going through the same thing but he didn’t want to make any assumptions.

[littledigits]

hastag schmendrick did nothing wrong

[wousingawizardswrath]

@sundroptm

“Hmm...okay, let’s try this again,” the wizard muttered to himself, still feeling that familiar warmth of magic at the tips of his fingers. He tried casting something, whispering syllables and words foreign to this land but not to him.

Of course, nothing happened. “Oh, come on! I know it’s there,” Schmendrick hissed, his frustration causing a fizzling sound from his hands before there was a pop of smoke from his palm,. His green eyes widened at that and the noise had startled the finch that had decided to make have a nap on his shoulder.

“Well, that was something at least.” He wondered if the magic here worked more off of emotions. He also hoped his attempts at magic hadn’t bothered anyone nearby.