#DYVIM MY FRIEND DYVIM.

[extravalgant]

im only half joking when i say that dyvim is the only reason the wizard is still a good guy

[oneriderratbug101]

I don't know who on earth needs to see this but El Toro is not a hear me out. ANY member of the armada isn't a hear me out. And god forbid if you call Bonnie Anne a hear me out I'm going to scream/shout/let it all out. Do not tease me with the notion of your strange interest (or the opportunity to hear your justifications for said interest, the true enertainment value) only to give me some of the most conventionally attractive characters something has. Get weird with it. I'm here to hear you give a master's defense on why Eep Eep the troggy would be a fantastic partner, not to groan and nod at you saying one of the most objectively attractive inhabitants of the spiral is attractive.

[necrospellbinder]

Summer Day with @wickedlittleyumi

[anxiously-sidequesting]

What if cat anon is more than one person and some of them are POSERS

OH WOW LOOK it's some free paranoia for me! i'll take it! /j /lh /pos

don't worry the REAL cat burglar anon will always reveal their unique anonymity to us all by ranking Dyvim Whitehart in the Mid tier /j

[melveres]

Dyvim my best friend. Dyvim my ride-or-die

[oldestenemy]

“I have not been hiding, I’m here aren’t I?”

“You are hiding from someone—your head is on a swivel my friend.”

“I’m—” the wizard sighs, collects themself, remembers it is pointless trying to hide these things from Dyvim. He has seen them far worse off and far more paranoid than now. “—just not ready for the interrogation. A lot has happened since the last time I saw everyone, and I was…supposed to keep better contact than I did.”

At least Dyvim hadn’t brought it up until they were walking back towards the Basilica portal. And blessedly they had avoided anyone thus far who would stop them too long. Penny and Malorn don’t seem to be around. They avoided the arena deliberately to keep out of Suzie’s path.

“Surely none of them hold that against you.”

“No,” they confirm, “but they worry—and I don’t like it.”

“You know where I wait if you need me.”

“I know.”

It would take a truly monumental act of desperation to carry their feet to Khrysalis in search of help. Company, distractions yes, any day and always. But to drag Dyvim? Or Zarozinia even? Back into another fight would be…

It would take more than what they currently face.

Much more.

When Dyvim is through the spiral door and gone, they heave a tremendous sigh and slump with their forehead against the frame. They should go back to Ravenwood, talk to Cyrus like they’d originally intended—or hell maybe keep ignoring their problems and go play a game of chess. They’re sure James would be up for it. It breaks the monotony of his life sentence.

But Marleybone carried the risk of running into Penny, as she didn’t seem to be here.

Maybe…

Maybe it was time to stick to their word.

The thought makes their skin crawl.

Their heart speed up.

Puts the faint copper tang of blood in their mouth.

But they had already started. They had already done this once today.

They turn back down the stairs, through the Academy portal once more and again into breathable air. Right. Suzie at least should be around here somewhere. She deserved something, and it would be easier to explain what had happened with Duncan than…any of the rest.

However, their intended search never needed to start.

“You do realize we’ll worry more if you just keep on vanishing into the aether,” the wizard jumps at the sound of Malorn’s voice, he and Suzie having just stepped out of the old headmaster’s office. “whether you like it or not.”

They just stare for a moment.

Eyes empty.

Mouth half open to speak, but nothing waiting.

What could they even offer by way of excuse?

“You knew?”

“Ceren saw you and Dyvim while he was watering the trees. We thought it would be better not to ambush you.”

As Malorn says this, Suzie shakes her head in disbelief. “I thought it would be better—and I’ve luckily had some experience corralling unruly Necromancers.” Her expression softens out at the end, and she adds “Is Duncan alright?”

Relief.

The question they can answer. More or less.

“No. But he’s safe.” It’s easier to let them both worry about someone else. “I convinced him to join the—” the wizard hesitates, remembering the secrecy every scholar seemed to insist was necessity.

Well.

They could take it up with the wizard if they ever found out.

Breathe.

Remember it is better to keep fewer secrets.

Remember that their friends only want to help.

“—the Arcanum. A group of magic scholars I met with during the revolution on Polaris.” Half truths are better than nothing. “Could we…talk somewhere more private?” Not that anyone here was likely to be a spy—but then, Duncan had been involved with the Schismists for who knows how long… They would rather be safe at this point, with so much uncertainty.

They end up back in the headmaster’s office, where they can see the glimmer of a fresh animus crystal on one of the worktops, and more of them in pieces laid out across almost every available flat surface. Suzie and Regina had been busy it seemed. The wizard almost smiles, taking note of the different creatures being assembled, tucking the knowledge away for when they need conversations less intense than this one.

“Alright. Ask your questions.”

And they both do.

The wizard explains, in as few words as they can manage, how they had brought Duncan to the Arcanum, how he was learning from the Death and Shadow scholars there, how he was probably safer there than anywhere else right now. They talk sparingly about Mirage. Malorn knows a little, about Spider and the prophecy, if only because of their talk after finding Malistaire’s journal.

“He has Mellori,” the words feel duller than expected. Like every time the admission they failed is easier. But it still spirals away from them. It still devolves into blame. “he laid a trap and we walked right into it—I walked right into it. And now I’m waiting again, like when we started this place, waiting for other people to find a way into a blocked off world when I should just be out there looking for a way in myself—for something—”

They stop.

Take a breath.

“—but I can’t. I can’t because she’s in the way. Because everything to do with Spider is so dangerous to her designs for the spiral and I can’t do anything about it.”

For the first time, impressively given how much new information this has been, Suzie looks a bit lost. “She who?”

“Grandmother Raven.” Malorn supplies, it seems with too much ease for Suzie’s liking.

“I—I’m sorry, Grandmother Raven, as in The Raven, the Raven and Bartleby Raven? The song of creation, weaver of the Spiral, Lady Nightstar Raven? How long has this been a dispute between gods you’re dealing with?”

The wizard blinks, a little surprised “I…forever? I mean…Raven forever at least? It wasn’t always—she’s not…giving orders exactly. Usually it’s just that she’s there to guide me, or used to be before Spider got involved.” Then it became orders, then it became a problem, they became a problem, a threat, a potential rogue element.

Chaos.

Raven has been so quiet since the wizard’s return.

Busy maybe.

Searching for Spider, or for Mellori. Or both.

Too busy to interfere.

“Forever,” Suzie echoes “you’ve been—and none of us ever even—you’ve just been alone this whole time?”

“Suz—” Malorn must see something they don’t, because there’s almost a warning in his tone as Suzie keeps going.

“Does Headmaster Ambrose know about this?” She asks, “Professor Drake?”

“Ambrose knows,” The wizard confirms “I think he only suspected until I met Raven in Wintertusk. But he’s known since then.” They elect to ignore the second half of her question. They’ve put enough on Cyrus over the years. They know he suspects just like Ambrose used to. They know he has noticed them wincing in reaction to words he cannot hear. He doesn’t need another reason to worry. He doesn’t need another reason to remember all the things they’ve had to do.

It’s now that they begin to see what Malorn caught first, the slight float to some loose strands of Suzie’s hair. The little static sparks dancing on the edges of her robes.

“It’s alright,” They add quickly, “really, I—it’s better I was alone, nobody else needed to get hurt—”

Minimize the damage. Minimize what people see of it. Don’t let your problems become their problems.

“—how is that okay?” Suzie snaps, and the wizard feels like they have been catapulted back to Darkmoor. Back to the top of the stairwell with Penny’s grip on their arm like a vise. “For you, for Duncan, how is any of this okay?”

This is why they don’t tell people.

This is why the distance is better.

“It’s not,” Malorn cuts in, “but it’s already happened. We can’t change any of what’s been done, but”— and he gives the wizard a look that very clearly says I’m sorry, but you did promise —“we can help now. Whatever form that takes. So long as they let us.”

Suzie doesn’t look quite like that answer is enough for her. But the static crackle in the room dims back at least to a level that does not have her hair and robes near floating around her. “Fine. But I want news—real news—from one of you once in a while. No more of this it’s too dangerous to tell you garbage, I got enough of that when Duncan was sulking around my house.”

~*~

It’s nearing dusk by the time the wizard is headed back for Ravenwood, Malorn accompanying them as he has classes to teach in the morning.

“Thank you, for helping with Suzie.”

“Don’t thank me yet, it’ll be easier to hold you to your promise of not keeping us in the dark with her around.” Malorn replies, “She, Artur, and Duncan have always been the same kind of stubborn, you won’t get the same grace that Penny and I give you.”

“She’ll forget in a few months when something else is going wrong.”

“She really won’t.” He sounds so serious they almost believe him.

Almost.

But other people have let them off the proverbial hook for less.

Suzie isn’t likely to be any different.

The Ravenwood grounds are quiet this time of evening. Bartleby and the school trees sleeping, the breeze sounding a soft hiss through their leaves. The autumn tones of Bartleby’s leaves carry the small of sweet decay. One of the few things that ever makes the wizard ache for Earth. For the gentle change of seasons. For time to run in a straight line.

What did their house look like?

How big was the creek they played in as a kid?

It’s been…two years since the last time?

Since the breakdown that seemed to come from nowhere.

Since accepting they did not belong there, for good.

Why does it feel like they miss it again?

A gut-deep wanting for something they haven’t had in near a decade.

They haven’t noticed they stopped walking until Malorn speaks.

“Are you okay?” The genuine concern in his voice is painful.

“As ever.” is what they say, they know he’ll understand enough. Or at least he’ll know that they cannot admit to it outright.

“So nowhere even close.”

“Yeah,” the wizard sighs in agreement, “something like that.”

read the whole series here <3

[pastel-mask]

Hey friend! It says in your bio that you like wizard101! So do I!

So here's my question:

Do you have any lore/fun theories about your w101 character(s)?

I'd love to know more about them!

OOOOH I have a few yeah! I don't have any art I've done of my Wizard101 YW(Young Wizard) OC/Sona/Character thingies, but I might make some at some point, no idea. Main: Lvl 160 Prime Pyromancer - Erica OwlCaller

-She/Her/Hers -Either INTP or INTJ -Age: 19 -Age when she arrived at Ravenwood: 9

Has no heat tolerance despite being a fire school student.

Last shred of patience probably exited the chat sometime around Khrysalis Part 1

Has become INCREDIBLY reclusive. Like, good luck hauling this girl out of her dorm.

Not a people person, EXCEPT towards Bat, Mellori, Dasein, and Dyvim Whitehart...and MAAAYBE Pork and Beans.

Big ol' regretty-grets about Azteca. Hasn't slept well since.

Often envies newer Ravenwood Students, she misses that carefreeness.

*Gently Slaps Top of Erica's Head* This bad boy can fit so much✨trauma✨

Would greatly appreciate if "The Horrors™" could quiet down for 5 minutes.

HORRIFICALLY afraid of developing new friendships because there's a decent chance it'll put those people in danger.

Wanted so badly to lose her marbles in Novus. Was straight up not having a good time.

Enjoys gardening, rarely has the time to enjoy it.

Volatile temperament. Doesn't mean to be mean, but snaps very easily.

Very much a heaped teaspoon of ✨Undiagnosed✨AuDHD, along with Tourette's Syndrome and Generalized Anxiety Disorder.

Secondary: Lvl 101 Exalted Diviner - Kymma

-She/Her/Hers -ISFP -Age: 18 -Age when she arrived at Ravenwood: 7

Despite the dark color palette, she very much enjoys bright colors. She just thinks purple and black look SUPER cool together.

Not QUITE as traumatized as Erica BUT IT'S-A-GETTIN' THERE.

Handles trauma a lot different than Erica. Tends to shut down and go non-verbal.

AuDHD, Social Anxiety Disorder, Generalized Anxiety Disorder, Dyscalculia, Selective Mutism, Tourette's Syndrome.

Emetophobia taken up to 11. Someone pls help her, the Blood Bat and Humongofrog spells are the bane of her existence.

Like Erica, has ZERO HEAT TOLERANCE. Almost toasted in Krokotopia.

Will most likely snap juuuust a bit when she gets to the beginning of Mirage. She genuinely enjoyed hanging out with Duncan Grimwater, much to Grimwater's minor annoyance.

Dyvim is a ✨Bestie✨

Despite being a Storm student, poor soul doesn't have the best luck in combat.

Kymma in both Blue Raspberry (Ice) and Black Licorice (Death) flavors:

Hope that answers your question, friendo!!! :>

Big thankies for the ask!!!

[dyvimwhitehart]

fill this ghost town up with light

While her feet do itch to touch down in Tyrian Gorge, she pauses, watching him have the time he deserves with his restored home. or, The Wizard and Dyvim Whitehart visit the Silent Market for the first time since taking it back from the Umbra Legion. READ ON A03 FOR ADDITIONAL COMMENTS.

With the confirmation of just how far the Shadow Palace lies from Bastion, she shifts her eagerness around to equally shoulder its weight with that of reality. It’s simply not feasible to go haywire and burn a hole through Fort Rachias. If she wants a chance at challenging Morganthe face to face, she has to abide by the rules that were established long before she ever set foot in Khrysalis. 

The rules of the Umbra Legion. The rules of the Council of Light. The rules of a prophecy she had no hand in writing, but is tasked with fulfilling— with outrunning. 

Amber keeps her face steady in front of King Mourningsword. He is doing all he can with what he has, and she knows better than anyone that suddenly being thrust into an ongoing conflict like this after such dormancy is difficult. When he acknowledges how she’s practically chomping at the bit to reach the Shadow Queen, she wonders what aspect of her body betrayed her. 

It certainly wasn’t her expression. Maybe her hands, clenching and unclenching, gave away the emotions she’d rather not dwell on. Either way, he gives the plan dreamt up by the throne’s advisor and Zaltanna his royal approval so she can be on her way as soon as possible. 

In her haste, she’s nearly out the door before the king can call out for her to wait. Briefly embarrassed, she turns back around, lowering the hand intended for the door to her side. 

The king smiles amusedly. Then, he himself turns toward one of the other doors in the throne room as if said smile never occurred.

“You will have a companion on your journey, Spellbinder,” 

Amber’s gut reaction to that is a strong, negative one. So many years without a companion, and now they’re being thrust upon her. Hasn’t she proved she can handle herself? Isn’t that what the story wants from her? Even if they mean well, and she’s sure they do, they’ll just slow her down if they stick around. 

Or, they’ll get hurt, and there will be no one else left at the scene to blame but the all-powerful Spellbinder that should have done something more. The blood adjacent to her hands soaks the skin more thoroughly than the blood that actually stains them. 

As if the universe is playing some kind of cruel joke on her, a newly-revitalized Dyvim Whitehart steps through the door King Mourningsword is gesturing toward. 

And if the joke wasn’t already cruel enough, her first instinct is not to fold her hands and simply accept his presence— but to rush forward towards him, sighing in relief. 

(She doesn’t— but can you imagine?) 

“I told Dyvim Whitehart to rest, but he would not have it,” Mourningsword continues. His best knight moves to stand obediently at his side. “Take him to the Melanos Tower. From there, you can better plan your invasion of Fort Rachias.” 

Dyvim steps up, nodding to her. “I am eager to see this through, my friend.” 

Though the king is correct about him needing his rest, Amber can’t help but notice how much stronger his voice sounds. That deep, honeyed tone that was absent at the time of him drinking the antidote has returned in full-force. It invigorates her in a way she is not used to. With it, she could do something stupid— like charge aimlessly into battle— without a second thought. 

She attempts to say something intelligent, but all she can do at the moment is nod. A declaration of wanted independence is still occupying space on her tongue, and the last thing she wants is to turn him away out of habit. 

King Mourningsword does the hard part for them. With a shake of his hand, they’re ushered out the front door of the throne room. Immediately upon exiting, the warmth of the new Bastion hits them. Amber hears Dyvim sigh deeply beside her.

“Isn’t it brilliant? The sun in the sky?” 

Amber wipes a coat of dust from a previous battle off her wand. “I’m as glad to see you on your feet as I am the Burrowers reclaiming this area,” 

“I couldn’t bear to spend another second cooped up in the palace,” he exclaims, jumping further down the steps. “Not when all of this was waiting for me out here,”

It hits her then that Dyvim had no way of knowing that the next phase of the plan involved storming the Melanos Tower. Had he simply asked the king to send him back out somewhere, anywhere he could oppose the Shadow? Or had he requested to walk alongside her specifically? 

Pondering at such a frayed end in the fabric of her journey is useless in the grand scheme of things, though, so she waives it from her mind just as quickly as it appeared there and focuses on the knight’s excitement instead. 

“How much of it have you had the chance to see?” 

“I awoke again after drinking the antidote as the Apiary guard sought passage here from the base of the Moon Cliffs. It was as if my body sensed there was something I needed to see and forced me awake,” the gusto in his voice rises, and then falls. “Of course, I was ushered back inside again soon after that to rest . But the beauty of it all…” 

The wonder on his face encourages Amber to take another look around. Shockingly, she hasn’t made stopping and smelling the roses a priority in all of this. While her feet do itch to touch down in Tyrian Gorge, she pauses, watching him have the time he deserves with his restored home.

It’s important enough to stall the mission because it’s something she feels she hasn’t seen before. The dead worlds like Dragonspyre and Azteca will never have this chance. As Dyvim stops to inspect a bushel of orange flowers, she feels a brief reprieve in her chest— a small voice telling her she’s done a bit of good by Khrysalis. 

And then another, crying out that she has to save them this time. She has to . 

“These are aurantiacus blossoms,” he smiles, rooting around within them further. “We have them in the Last Wood. With all the fog the Umbra Legion brought, I never expected them to survive out here,” 

“They’re persistent,” Amber says. “Stubborn,” 

He stands. “Just like my people. Now what do you say we go find a way to challenge that Ghost Dog, eh? All that bedrest has made me eager to see battle,” 

As they continue to walk, it dawns on her. To make it to Tyrian Gorge, they’ll have to go through the market. He must know, right? That sorrow no longer has a shop there? The last thing she wants to do is ruin the surprise, if it is one. He’s been cooped up half-dead, after all. 

For a moment, Amber’s feet have wings. She picks up her pace and turns back to face him. 

“Before we battle, there’s something else you should see,” 

Dyvim raises an eyebrow. “By all means, then, Spellbinder— I’ll follow you,” 

The guards stationed by the tunnel greet them, both unable to hide their excitement at seeing Dyvim out and about behind their professionalism. Amber steadies her pace to walk beside him as they step briefly into the dark. 

Guiding them to the tunnel’s end is an even brighter sun than before. 

Like Bastion, the fog that once coated Silent Market has now lifted. Stations manned by Goliaths are now occupied by Burrowers who have torn down any garish Umbra Legion memorabilia. Their wispy flags of war have been replaced by lush green banners strewn from tree to tree. All around, flora and fauna she now recognizes from her time in the Last Wood springs up alongside vendor’s tents. 

A smattering of happy gasps and cheers emerge from those near the market’s entrance upon seeing them. While Amber eyes them, offering reserved nods in their direction, Dyvim takes in the sight of a flurry of butterflies weaving around his antlers. His gaze follows them as they flutter off toward a grand old tree shedding pink leaves. 

“By Bastion…” he exhales. 

The small crowd disperses to tend to their wares and shopping lists as Dyvim begins taking slow steps forward. 

“This can’t be the same place we tracked down Zaltanna’s note in, can it? The greenery, the butterflies… I can barely believe it,” 

“It’s very beautiful,” Amber offers, moving to follow him. 

They inspect the series of doors where they once convened upon finding Zaltanna’s (Cornelius, at the time) red sash. Such a quest feels like ages ago. Amber has lost track of time quicker here in Khrysalis than she has in other worlds. It’s a phenomenon she can’t quite explain. Still, its been weeks. Months, even. So much has been done with so much left to do. 

Dyvim stops suddenly, ears twitching upward. Amber steps around his tail as it stands straight out to move beside him. He begins taking slow steps toward the unoccupied homes that make up the edge of the market. 

“Are you alright?” she asks. 

“They’re gone,” he says after a moment. His tone is flat, which frustrates her a bit. Is this how people feel when speaking with her?

“Who’s gone?” 

“The statues. The Crystal Statues I showed you the last time we were here.” he turns his head to look at her. “Don’t you remember? They were the souls of Burrowers trapped when Bastion fell. The ones caught in the Shadow Queen’s dark magic. The ones forced to… stay here forever,” 

“I remember,” Amber murmurs. 

And she does. She steps forward off the grass and onto the stone that once housed the crystals. When in this spot before, staring at the masses of jagged purple rock, her Necromancy had allowed her to sense the spirits of those trapped inside. Their message had been too haunting to share with him at the time. 

Even to a soldier who has seen so much, their words were piercing. They hit her right where the wound of Azteca was fresh. Her composure falters for a moment as she shuts her eyes and presses her palm to the ground. 

She can’t feel them anymore. 

She thinks that’s a good sign, one that points to their spirits escaping, finally passing on. They were not at peace when forever-chained to the Silent Market. If anything, they gave it its namesake, one that no longer fits. And so, they had been liberated once Bastion was. 

She can’t feel them anymore, but she remembers the words they shared with her: We are the dreamers. Not dead yet far from alive. But days ago we loved, felt dawn, and saw sunset glow. 

The light peeking through the treetops warms the back of her hand. Carefully, Amber stands, staring down at the spot on the ground where nothing remains.

“Do you know what happened to them?” Dyvim asks. 

“I think their souls are at peace now. They were able to see Bastion restored, which must have set them free. They can rest. They can finally rest,” 

He nods, seemingly accepting that explanation. She doesn’t know how much weight those words would’ve carried had she not been the Spellbinder. It’s irrelevant, though, if it brings him some semblance of peace as well. 

Another moment of silence passes between them before Dyvim speaks again. When he does, that wry smile has found a way back onto his face. 

“I guess that means our next step is to finish what they started, yes?” 

The heaviness of the spot dissipates as they step away from it, moving further into the vibrant market. After ascending a flight of stairs, the heavily guarded grand door to the gorge becomes visible, as does a waterfall and several more vendor tents. 

Few patrons pay them any mind now. Amber can imagine they’re much more eager to shop again than they would be to stop and chat. Now that she thinks of it, though, she wouldn’t mind procuring a new ring or athame at random chance. Dyvim did mention Burrowers excelling in craftwork. 

“Once the challenge is issued to Ghost Dog, you should come back and take a moment to enjoy all this,” she tells him. 

“And you?” he counters.

“And me?” 

“Do you ever get to reap the rewards of your heroics, Spellbinder? Reach out your hand and feel it, all the sunlight there is to bask in,” 

“I’m sure the sun will beat down on me just as hard across the Starfall Sea,”

“But not in the same way as it does here,” 

A sea of pink blossoms rain down over them as they pass under another grand tree. This one takes root in one of the waterfall pools. Dyvim stops to dip his feet into the water, beckoning for her to join him. 

“You haven’t been encouraging me to rest like the king, you know,” he says. 

Amber dips down to cup some of the bright blue water in her palms. It washes away the dust caked on them, revealing a series of scars and practically changing the shade of her skin. 

“That would be hypocritical of me to do,” she says before splashing her face. “Like you said, I don’t reap my spoils,” 

“How strange it is that the sounds of battle are more relaxing to us than the flow of a stream,” 

Dyvim sinks down beside her, washing his own hands in the water. Amber quirks a brow up as she attempts to rub her cheek dry. 

“It’s not surprising if you think about all I… we’ve been through. Individually,” 

“I never said it was surprising. Just strange,” he stands up to catch a pink leaf before it goes spilling into the drink below. “I’ve never been able to fully enjoy the beauty of the Last Wood because of what its name implies. Last. Final. Close to extinction, needing protection. Every beautiful thing I see is a reminder of what could soon be lost,” 

Amber stays hunched over, hands hung in the water. “I’m not going to let that happen, Dyvim. I’m going to do everything I can to stop it from happening,” 

The peaceful smile on his face seems out of place to her. Every word he says is ripe with the horror of what could be, and yet here he is, playing with foliage like a child instead of a soldier. Just the thought of standing up straight exhausts her, let alone looking overjoyed about it. Now that she’s in this position, she may never be able to get out of it. 

Still, Dyvim just gazes warmly down at her. Only when he lowers himself to her level again does his strength become observable. It hides in the curve of his smile, behind the temporary happiness in his eyes. 

“Thank you for this , Spellbinder,” 

“For this?” 

“You have given me the chance to see the vibrant place my ancestors once called home. It’s a Bastion that, admittedly, some days I thought I’d never meet,” 

“It’s… I have so much more to do,” she says, turning her cheek. 

“We’ll do it together,” 

“Dyvim—” 

He laughs a bit before she can protest about prophecies and whatnot. “—as much of it as we can. Here, take these as a reminder. You’ll need them when you can’t remember what the world looks like beyond the bleakness of the gorge,” 

Amber glances upward, her face still temporarily muddled by some combination of sorrow, embarrassment, and fatigue. Dyvim’s arm is outstretched and his palm wide open. In his hand sits one of the many pink leaves and an orange aurantiacus blossom he must’ve plucked earlier. She eyes them before taking them, as if they’ll bite. Then, she inspects them gently with her own hands. 

“You said every beautiful thing you see is a reminder of what you could lose,” the orange petal melts slightly against a water droplet left on her palm. “Seeing Bastion like this doesn’t scare you?” 

When she looks up at him, he’s already looking at her. “Seeing this is a different kind of beauty. It’s the kind that fills me with hope instead of fear,” 

She holds his gaze then. Just for a second, though, before returning her attention to the gifts in her hand. 

“They’ll never survive,” If anything, they’re already dead, torn off from their stems. 

“They’re persistent,” Dyvim says. “And stubborn. Like someone else I know,” 

At that, Amber stands, and he stands with her. She takes a moment to slip the foliage in between the pages of her tightly packed spell deck. By the time this is all over, if they still have this gorgeous world to enjoy, they’ll be perfectly pressed. 

“You must be referring to yourself,” she manages a smile. Dyvim only shrugs, starting toward the grand door to the gorge. 

“Maybe. Or maybe that’s just something we all have in common,”

[arthurwethersfieldfanpage]

i was ranting about this to my friends who don’t play wiz so i’m going to post it here too bc i need to talk about it.

the characterization and worldbuilding in Khrysalis is incredible, in my opinion the best in the game (so far, i haven’t played past Khrysalis).

let me explain. obviously there’s Dyvim, an incredible character in his own right and given such high class lines that make him just simply the best character. i mean, this guy almost dies and then refuses to rest after being healed bc he wants to continue fighting with you. it’s just top notch. and his interactions with Zarozinia are great for both their characterization. but my absolute favorite Dyvim line i heard was while infiltrating Fort Rachias. After a fight Dyvim says the one short line, starting with in a grim voice “I wonder what other horrors this place will hold” before excitedly and with determination going “let’s find out”. such a simple line defines so much of his character i love it so much.

my other favorite example of characterization in Khrysalis is with the sand hoppers. the way they all say the phrase “i/we will die another day”. it’s so telling about who the burrowers are as a society. they don’t have the hope of people who are winning, they’ve been losing a war for 100 years, but they are strong and they will keep fighting and they will die another day

in conclusion: this worlds characterization and worldbuilding is better than i ever expected from a childrens mmo

[gaychaoswizard]

dyvim whitehart is the mvp of khrys i swear. Dude got impaled by an evil bee and the moment he is ok and told to rest he is just like "Nah, I wanna help my magic friend fight"

[steve-brules-rules]

For your queer wiz pfp post- DYVIM WHITEHART because he’s canonically bi and my best friend fr fr ‼️😋

YAAAHHHHH I’m sorry I didn’t answer you sooner, anon 😭😭 but ur wish is my command: https://www.tumblr.com/steve-brules-rules/760752855581917184/colors-live-dyvim-whitehart

[khrysalisposting]

pinned intro + ocs!!

hi there!! you can call me Val. he/him genderqueer trans butch, 20, latino, wizard101 player since 2011.

a little about me:

caught up with wiz and still crying over it until arc 5 ;-;

i really enjoy the w101 ost and tend to go on tangents abt what they evoke in my brain :)

interests: wizard101 (heavy fixation rn), hamilton, smiling friends, portal, half-life (and valve games in general), fears to fathom series, house md, scott pilgrim, goth subculture + music, and more things! this is mostly a wizard101 centric blog tho :)

favorite worlds: khrysalis, azteca, novus, empyrea (specifically pt 2), mirage, and lemuria

favorite characters: dyvim whitehart (the loml), rottingham weiler, maxine rockhoppiere, manticore, dasein, judge veg, moo bu, captain pork, beans, the bat, qismah shasa, morganthe, heroes of lemuria, zaltanna the mirrormask, zarozinia the deathsong, a million others i cant list

my OCs + concepts:

(posts regarding these OCs and original concepts will be tagged #luminescent army for organization purposes!)

Valerian ThunderCloud (he/him): Main, Necromancer hailing from Sardonyx, Khrysalis. Early 20s. Graduate of Ravenwood, proud Shadow Phoenix pet owner, stubborn asshole who is working for the Council of Light's Luminescent Army post-grad.

Lila DuskOmen (she/her): Necromancer that also dabbles in theurgy, Valerian's close friend. Wizard City-born, lives in Marleybone post-grad. 25. Fashion designer of various gothic/EGL style robes. The silly that balances out Valerian's seriousness.

Council Agent Lakewood (he/him): Valerian's mentor and boss (and sometimes could be seen as a handler). Diviner from Khrysalis. Mid to late 40s. Doubles as a Shadowmancy teacher in Ravenwood for attack- and defense-based schools, to pick out certain students to train for the Luminescent Army's Shrike Program (LASP). Not to be trusted.

Council Agent Reese (he/him): Lakewood's coworker and close ally. Late 30s/early 40s. Conjurer. Taciturn notetaker that has his own agenda. No true alliances, but assists Lakewood in the LASP.

Luminescent Army: Council of Light's paramilitary force. After the events of Khrysalis and furthered by the events of Empyrea Pt 2, Ambrose decided to assemble graduates of Ravenwood to defend the realms associated with the CoL, although there are some corrupt personal interests and sneaky, unethical utilizations of Shadow Shrikes and Sentinels going on behind the scenes...

Luminescent Army AU Info:

i tend to post them in long reblogs so you can find more info about the idea itself here (these will be updated as I Yap)!

Explaining the Army and their Tactics: https://www.tumblr.com/valerian-thundercloud/757264781015121920/when-the-good-guys-have-a-shady-paramilitary?source=share

Implications, Relations, etc: https://www.tumblr.com/valerian-thundercloud/757300894009311233/malwurf-the-pookie-hes-fighting-for-his-life?source=share

if you have any questions about my OCs, feel free to ask away!! please!! i need to yap about them!! thank you for sticking around to read to this point!! <3

[rug-glitch]

WALLARU SPOILERS

dude THE ENDING HAS ME CRYING this is just more dasein posting BUT OMG I LOVE HIM HE IS SO SILLY!!! i'm so glad he got a happy ending I love his silly little suit man I WISH WE COULD GET THE FULL DIALOGUE BUT AAAAAA he called wizard a true friend I just ; ; also his house is freaking crazy like I guess he really likes ice cream maybe he accidentally ate some on karamelle??? LOL I cannot stress it enough he is so blorbo I am chewing on him like a gummy he said he hopes we visit him again and I super hope we get to sometime in the future sometime soon I hope !! don't make him wait as long as dyvim did !!! but even so I am so happy with the ending like maybe they could of drawn it out or whatever i'm not sure what ppl r gonna complain abt but I think its got the typical w101 vibe like serious but overall very unserious at the same time i'm just happy Daseins ok !! I was scared where they might take it but accepting himself as just him is so sweet and the best way it could of gone down I think

ALSO I WAS SO HAPPY TO SEE THE LEMURIA CHARACTERS COME BACK like the wizard just busting down the door and being like DASEINS ALIVE AND IN TROUBLE and the lemuria cast was like SAY NO MORE LETS GO WE WILL KILL WHOEVER WE NEED TO !!! I LITERALLY LOVE THEM LOL

anyways I hope a turtle eats mario like he deserves I rly enjoyed this ending and I probably will have more thoughts abt it soon bc my brain is going CRAZY LOL

[necrospellbinder]

[anxiously-sidequesting]

So speaking about Dyvim Whitehart does anybody remember that one time in Khrysalis some dude in the desert likens us to Morganthe because we both knew Shadow Magic and Dyvim IMMEDIATELY loses his fuckin shit and butts in the conversation to defend us

That was such an emotional moment because think about it, literally almost EVERYONE ELSE has given us shit for learning and using Shadow. THE BITCH THAT TAUGHT US ORIGINALLY WAS LIKE "be careful you don't end up like Morganthe" YEAH NO SHIT BERNICE or whatever your name is. MERLE AMBROSE HIM FUCKEN SELF had the SHEER AUDACITY TO MAKE SOME PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE, "we'll be keeping an eye on you, be sure that you don't turn to darkness like Morganthe did" like he isn't like 80% of the reason why Morganthe was the way that she was and that it's HIS fault that WE were even there in Khrysalis to learn shadow magic IN THE FIRST PLACE

But then there's Dyvim, who's like, actually seen war. He's fought and killed and has been injured, his family and friends have fought and killed and have BEEN killed, for DECADES. Like literally several generations of Dyvim and his entire people being enslaved and executed and terrorized all at the hands of Morganthe herself, but Dyvim still recognizes our true character and DOESNT FOR A MOMENT DOUBT US EVER!!!!! Even when it's established that we're following in the footsteps of Morganthe in order to defeat her, Dyvim offers his 1000% support and never once suspects us of turning evil because he just really had that much of a strong bond of trust and love with us that he KNEW no bad shit would go down

Like even when we arrived at That Place where Morganthe learned all her dark secrets Dyvim only said "You got this bro :) I believe in you, I'll see you when you get back" and he was like the only character to still show his love and support throughout the suspense!!!!! Him and us against the entire world, and it means so much that Dyvim could maintain that attitude of trust and closeness despite all that he's lost and suffered at the hands of someone with Shadow Magic. Dyvim Whitehart is a metal bitch and I will love him for-fuckin-ever, thanks for coming to my tedtalk

[melveres]

screenies of me and my new best friend mr Dyvim Whitehart

Khrysalis spoilers under the cut

I feel like i found a stray cat in a parking lot, couldn't find it's mama, so picked it up and took it home w me

squad :) kept running around just to watch them all scramble to keep up with me sjfjfk

man