#BOOTS WIZARD

[itissadbutitsmy-artblog]

spader: are you gonna have a wizard name when youre older? blaine: hm. i dunno. i can't THINK of one.

blaine: how about we give each other wizard names spader: ok on the count of three blaine: 1-- spader: 2-- blaine: 3--

spader: blaine the lame blaine: boots wizard

blaine: YOU ASSHOLE spader: ow! ow! hey!

blaine: SPADER THE HATER spader: STOOOOPPPPP THAT'S GOOD

[bunnieswithknives]

Found out while reading that Scarecrow gets canonically given a cane and it is then never mentioned again. Also wheat tail for funsies

[kradncsmj]

Jegulus variants

[captainsparklefingers]

This is the face of a man who's going to take that magical rock and use it to mutilate and traumatize some children.

....RIIIIGHT after he traumatizes a different child first.

And that's just a normal Thursday for him.

[hannasinterlude]

Jordan Poole 🤿.

01/18/2025 — Wizards at Warriors.

[wizard-eater]

Spell of YIPPEE YIPPEE YIPPEE YIPPEE YIPPEE YIPPEE YIPPEE YIPPEE YIPPEE YIPPEE YIPPEE YIPPEE YIPPEE YIPPEE

[gavamont]

A punk rock wizard that has boots with magical sigils on the soles. When they stomp they lay down spells on that surface.

[shiftythrifting]

various interesting finds from a local indoor flea market. there are boundless silly things here

[starr-eaterr]

my opinion on arcane season 2 is that viktor could have and should have been worse

[artemis-ches]

Need to point out that the Wizard of the Citadel subclass is the most wizardy a wizard has ever wizarded and i won't ever be able to play as any other subclass, forever.

[nadiajustbe]

I love the concept that Howl dislikes carriages as much as Sophie dislikes car rides. Because, sure, he moved to the magical world for a bunch of little conveniences like seven-mile boots and interdimensional portals, but he's also the Royal Wizard, so sometimes he needs to have a formal entrance by carriage.

And that's where Hell comes in. He is in dire need of his considerable collection of discs and cassettes to play music at full volume. He can't close or roll down the window (god, there no one at all!), and the sun is always either beating down on the seat or the wind is blowing through, he can't cry dramatically over a tune, he can't control the flow of the ride. The horse stops every two metres because of an old age or a desire to do its business. The whips slap loudly, making his ears bleed, and the coachman can be an extremely unpleasant person. The carriage sways from side to side as if it is about to fall apart. They either drive along obscure narrow paths in the forest with a lot of bumps in their path, or almost practically on the heads of poor passers-by. And he also can't stand how slow it is, how terribly slow, no matter how fast the horses are driven.

He keeps tormenting poor Ben (who, unfortunately for him, is the other Royal Wizard who often rides with Howl) about how terribly they are travelling and calculating how quickly they would have arrived there by car (10 minutes, Suliman, 10 minutes and we'll be there!).

Yes, he loves magic for its speedy portals and seven-mile boots, but if you want to take him on a vehicle with four wheels, it has to be a CAR.

[lemonmangosorbet]

do u remember those first few nights in camp?

[crabussy]

a few fun little magus dressups as warmups for commissions!!

[check-ur-squad]

he’s a cutie patootie

[lulublack90]

Prompt 11 - Boots

@wolfstarmicrofic Prompt 11, word count 684

Sirius walked into the first shoe shop that he came to. He needed new boots. His had finally given out, they had been pretty old and well-worn.

The shop was small and stacked to the ceiling with boxes of shoes. A tall, lanky man appeared from behind one of the precarious stacks. 

“Can I help?” He asked Sirius politely. Sirius spotted a name tag. It said, Remus. Interesting name, he thought.

“Er, yes. I need a new pair of boots please.” Remus grinned excitedly at him. 

“Right this way, boots are over here.” Sirius followed behind Remus as he darted and wove around the many boxes. 

“What sort of boot are you wanting?” Remus asked Sirius. 

“Just a boot. Something that won’t wear out too quickly.” Sirius said. 

“There’s no such thing as just a boot!” Remus shot back, looking strangely offended. He turned and started pulling boxes expertly out of the stacks and passing them to Sirius to try on. 

Half an hour later, they were still looking for the perfect pair. Remus was exasperated. But determined to figure out the puzzle. His hair was stuck up where he’d raked his hands through it after each failure. He’d yanked his wool jumper off after the first ten minutes. It lay where he’d flung it on top of the discard pile of boots they’d already tried. 

Sirius, on the other hand, was bewildered. Some of the boots had actually fit quite nicely. He would have happily bought them, but Remus had refused and thrown them into the pile. 

Eventually, they’d gone through every boot on the shop floor and Remus hadn’t been satisfied with any of them. He sat on the floor and pondered. 

Sirius had just been about to suggest that they try one of the pairs he’d quite liked again when Remus suddenly lurched to his feet. 

“I’ve got it!” He yelled as he ran into the back and out of sight. “Don’t go anywhere!” He called through. Sirius wasn’t going anywhere. He’d been enjoying Remus’s unbridled delight and was secretly quite glad that they couldn’t find the right boot as it meant he could spend more time with the strange man.

Remus reappeared with a very dusty box in his hands. It was so dusty in fact that Sirius couldn’t see what the box said. Remus approached him and slowly opened the lid. Nestled inside, surrounded by tissue paper were a pair of black leather work boots.

“These have been in the back for years. I inherited the shop from my dad and he inherited it from my grandad. They said they were good luck, been on a shelf since the 70’s, I think.” Remus told him as he carefully removed the boots from the box. 

Sirius was gobsmacked. They were exactly what he wanted. He sat still, allowing Remus to place them on his feet. Watching his long, slender fingers deftly lace them up. 

Remus looked up at him, beaming. “Perfect.” Sirius had to agree. 

Remus put Sirius’s trainers into the dusty shoe box and went to ring it up. Sirius paid Remus and while the receipt was printing looked at the devastation they had caused. 

“Do you want a hand tidying up, I feel guilty leaving all that for you to do.” He asked, turning back to Remus, hoping he’d say yes so that he could stay a little longer. 

“Oh, no, no, It’ll take me two ticks to sort that out. No, no, you go and enjoy your new boots. I’ve popped your receipt in the box for you.” He said as he handed over the shoe box, now dust-free after Remus had given it a quick wipe. 

“Well, if you’re sure. Bye then.” Sirius replied, taking the bag and heading to the door. “Thanks for all your help.” He told Remus before he left.

 It wasn’t until he’d gotten home and removed his trainers from the box that he noticed Remus’s phone number scribbled at the bottom of the receipt and the words ‘fancy a date?’ written next to it. Sirius grinned and unlocked his phone.    

[owldart]

All of my friends took @wizardraziw 's wizard quiz, and then I took the wizard quiz, and I got PARCHMENT WIZARD! Very fun quiz btw

The book is full of magical sketches and the pointer doubles as a pen!