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Things I'm thinking about today:
1. Trollhunters begins at sunrise and ends at sunset.
2. In one of the first scenes in episode 1, as Jim exits the garage, he is enveloped in daylight. In the very last scene of the show, he turns away from the light and walks into the darkness. And then the screen fades to black.
3. By sacrificing himself, Jim was able to save the world from the Eternal Night. But his troll form doesn't allow him to ever walk in the daylight again, and therefore he will live the rest of his life in an eternal night.
It's as if Trollhunters represents the day, and the characters, especially Jim, are now heading into the night.
And I wonder if he'll ever come out of the darkness and step into the light again. If the sun will ever rise on his life again.
Homecoming: A Tales of Arcadia short comic
Something I’ve been working on since Wizards came out, a possible scenario in the aftermath.
new amv!! go check it out!! not to guilt anyone into it but i edited this for 6 hours straight so if this flops i’m gonna deactivate!!!
Sometimes a family is a “teenage” wizard and his “cat” familiar...I love them very much
Shawty💞
Repost because this wasn’t showing up in the tags. Curse this app >:(
fuck jkr for convincing a whole generation that “witch” and “wizard” are male/female versions of the same thing
Nari: When I touch someone I can feel their feelings. *touches Douxie’s hand*
Nari: You feel… love!
Douxie: Yeah, I guess - Yeah, I feel a general unselfish love for everyone.
Nari: No. Romantic, sexual love…
Douxie: No. No, I don’t. *shakes head*
Nari: *points at Krel* …for him!
Krel: *has surprised and blushing look on face*
Douxie: No! *shakes head frantically*
Toby: *begins laughing hysterically* She just told everyone you deepest, darkest secret! *continues laughing*
Douxie: Dude! Come on! I think you’re overreacting a little bit!
Toby: You must be so embarrassed! *continues cracking up*
Toby: Do me! Do me! Do me!
Momonga did not wait for Yggdrasil to close on his throne, deciding before shutting down the servers to test the world object he bought at an auction for a bargain price. How much of an impact would a solitary relocation have on a former office clerk, to an unknown, yet eerily familiar, world from old movies and photographs? Momonga does NOT know canon! Nol! Nazarick No!Slash
sleepy wizard chatacter oc. she sleeps and then through lucid dreaming she can impact the real world with her magic septer/wand.
A Snow Experiment
A/N: Disclaimer this is Tales of Arcadia Fanfic and the characters do not belong to me. And of course you own you. I'll be using [Name] and [Last name] as a substitute to Y/N and L/N. This will be a quick thing and I don't really know if I'll do a part two, unless you want me to (It was not a quick thing). Im so sorry! This is a female reader! You can change the pronouns and stuff. I'm a female myself so it's easier to do so.
[Name] [Last Name] was a regular teen. Or as regular as she can be. Right now she was sitting crisscrossed on the floor with a white dress. She inhaled and exhaled twice before opening her [Eye Color] eyes. Her cold stare matched the cold room. Ice everywhere, snow scattered on the floor, and ice sculptures on the bookshelf as little snowflakes fell.
She looked around hearing the clink clacks of heels coming from the hallway outside. The door creaked and a woman walked in. Her blonde hair that was in a high ponytail moved back and forth as she walked towards her. "Experiment 626 (six two six), rise." The woman said, more like commanded. [Name] obliged with it. She rose gracefully, her expression still cold, dark, and blank.
The woman looked down at the clipboard and wrote a few words. "You have visitors." The woman said as she glanced at [Name] before looking back at the clipboard. This peaked [Name's] interest. A visitor? That was new and forbidden. She wasn't allowed to see anybody. Especially since last time...
"Run!"
"She's gone mad!"
Sreams were heard so many screams. "Stop her!" She struggled to move from the grip of the fire Experiment. Those Experiments are used for her. "She almost killed her!"
She looked at the person with a bleeding arm. Her [Eye Color] eyes held unshed tears.
She blinked the memory away and looked down, her [Hair Color] fell on her face a little. (If you have Afro hair or smth like Muslim then ignore that). "Why are they here?" [Name] siad as she raised her head up. The woman looked at her and grinned. "You'll see." Was all she said and walked out the room leaving thw door open.
[Name] stood there. She wasn't sure if she should go. What di it was a trap? She walked to the door leaving trails of ice behind her. Every step she took made a clicking sound. She stepped out of the room and looked to the long hallway to hear faint whispers of people talking.
"She is very beautiful." She heard the woman's voice say. "How long has she lived for?" A man's voice came next. "Well, Borislav, she has lived sicne the 12th century...Camelot." The woman answered. [Name] was coming closer. "Camelot?" The man named Borislav said. "Mm, indeed." The woman hummed. "You know what this could bring to us, Isabella?" Borislav's voice rose.
"I do. And she has powers beond our reach. She could be the key for all our troubles." The woman that attended [Name] earlier is now known as Isabella, said. "And besides, you can take her. She's all yours for 50 million." [Name] could hear the grin in her voice. "50 million?" The man said doutful. "I'll take her." He announced.
"Perfect! We have a deal." Isabelle reached for his hand and he shook it. "Pardon, but what is happening?" Asked [Name] as she came up from behind the hallway wall. Her hand rested on her chest as the other was holding the side of the wall. "[Name], darling, you're leaving the lab." Isabella said as she turned to look at her.
The man looked at [Name] up and down and he grinned. [Names] cold, dark, and blank expressions were no more. It changed to a terrified one. She didn't know where she would go.
As she sat on the soft surface of a couch she looked down at her hand that rested on her lap. The clink crack of heels. She lifted her head up and stared at the blonde woman known as Isabella.
"Experiment 626 (six two six)," She stopped infront of her. "You are going to Arcadia Oaks."
The damage that JK Rowling has done to the modern wizard is immeasurable. I want pointy hats and long beards. I want goofy magic wands. She took an amazing concept and took all the cool traits out of it.
I'm a big fan of wizards-as-programmers, but I think it's so much better when you lean into programming tropes.
A spell the wizard uses to light the group's campfire has an error somewhere in its depths, and sometimes it doesn't work at all. The wizard spends a lot of his time trying to track down the exact conditions that cause the failure.
The wizard is attempting to create a new spell that marries two older spells together, but while they were both written within the context of Zephyrus the Starweaver's foundational work, they each used a slightly different version, and untangling the collisions make a short project take months of work.
The wizard has grown too comfortable reusing old spells, and in particular, his teleportation spell keeps finding its components rearranged and remixed, its parts copied into a dozen different places in the spellbook. This is overall not actually a problem per se, but the party's rogue grows a bit concerned when the wizard's "drying spell" seems to just be a special case of teleportation where you teleport five feet to the left and leave the wetness behind.
A wizard is constantly fiddling with his spells, making minor tweaks and changes, getting them easier to cast, with better effects, adding bells and whistles. The "shelter for the night" spell includes a tea kettle that brings itself to a boil at dawn, which the wizard is inordinately pleased with. He reports on efficiency improvements to the indifference of anyone listening.
A different wizard immediately forgets all details of his spells after he's written them. He could not begin to tell you how any of it works, at least not without sitting down for a few hours or days to figure out how he set things up. The point is that it works, and once it does, the wizard can safely stop thinking about it.
Wizards enjoy each other's company, but you must be circumspect about spellwork. Having another wizard look through your spellbook makes you aware of every minor flaw, and you might not be able to answer questions about why a spell was written in a certain way, if you remember at all.
Wizards all have their own preferences as far as which scripts they write in, the formatting of their spellbook, its dimensions and material quality, and of course which famous wizards they've taken the most foundational knowledge from. The enlightened view is that all approaches have their strengths and weaknesses, but this has never stopped anyone from getting into a protracted argument.
Sometimes a wizard will sit down with an ancient tome attempting to find answers to a complicated problem, and finally find someone from across time who was trying to do the same thing, only for the final note to be "nevermind, fixed it".
In fairy tales and fantasy, two types of people go in towers: princesses and wizards.
Princesses are placed there against their will or with the intention of ‘keeping them safe.’ This is very different from wizards, who seek out towers to hone their sorcery in solitude.
I would like a story where a princess is placed in an abandoned tower that used to belong to a wizard, and so she spends long years learning the craft of wizardry from the scraps left behind and becomes the most powerful magic wielder the world has seen in centuries, busts out of the tower and wreaks glorious, bloody vengeance on the fools that imprisoned her.
That would be my kind of story.
Real observations since I started wearing a wizard hat daily:
- Brim is so wide that I stay BONE DRY taking walks in the rain
- Brim can be positioned to block the sun from ever getting in my eyes AND keeping it off the back of my neck
- The pointed top part creates an air pocket, keeping my head from getting hot or squishing my hair as it might in a ball cap
- Hat can easily be pulled down over the tips of my ears without looking dumb, protecting them from wind chill
- Strangers say they like my hat, giving me the chance to tell them that I am a wizard
- When you’re wearing a wizard hat, ALL OTHER FASHION CHOICES become secondary, allowing you to branch out with style
Embrace ego death. Stay protected from all elements. Wear a wizard hat.
A collection of all the wizards I’ve drawn over the past year or so! Some of them used to have gray backgrounds, but now they’re all nice and colorful 🧙♂️✨
Coulda sworn I posted these already, but anyways here’s some more roladex doodles
