#wizard101 arcanum

[malistaire]

i dont like this wizard101 update

[anxiously-sidequesting]

how about you shut the fuck up Mr. Irresponsible

[edwardsparkleblood]

Wizard101 really said we're going to put all the best designed characters in the Arcanum and we're not going to do anything with them as individuals.

[m00nveil]

since y’all loved my arcanum apartment last time here’s some more pics :) im especially proud of her kitchen and vanity table

[stormbreaker101]

Can the Arcanum Scholars Drive a Car: Headcanons

Ignus Ferric: If you give him some time to fiddle with the car, and maybe a point of advice or two, he could probably drive it cometently.

Tarrak Hadfield: Most cars are too short for him and his antlers. The only car that'd accomodate him are the JFK style topless cars. Probably doesn't bother to learn.

Ione Virga: She could probably operate ANY sort of machinery or vehicle. Her dad probably helped her get a forklift operating license at 8.

Zander: He can't drive conventionally, but he has probably telekinetically lifted a truck while he was in it. (How he made his epic getaway from the police after his Zand the Bandit'ing IMO)

Baba Yaga: Who needs cars when you've got a walking house?

Qismah Shasa: Not a skill she currently has but I can see her being able to pick up driving rather quickly.

Jaki Whisperwind: She KNOWS she cannot drive. Driving takes so much focused attention on One Task with the threat of bodily harm or death to yourself and others if your concentration slips once. No thanks!

Velma von Venkman: Learner's permit. She's old enough to get a full license by now, but living and working in the Arcanum fulltime kinda takes precedence.

Qyburn Stellargaze: Does piloting galleons count? No? Well, sol tried.

Maulwurf von Trap: Ah yes, let's put the partially blind arsonist whose music is particularly combustible into a contraption filled with highly flammable fuel that requires sight to operate and often comes with a radio that plays music! There's no way that could go ever backfire! /s (He does not, cannot, and will not.)

[katsafaria]

I am absolutely BEGGING KI for more shadow magic content. It was useful for like (1) arc and now it’s abandoned. Idc if it fits the meta or not. I crave the content. Also Velma von Venkman is pretty.

[101daysofwizardvacation]

that bit in polaris where raven and spider both drop in to tell you to mind your own business and not dig up their messy divorce papers is so funny to me

[steve-brules-rules]

Brb busy getting my heart fucking ripped out by the ending of Novus

[khrysalisposting]

my top 10 fav wiz101 themes (ranked)

this is the hardest thing I had to do but I did this on r/Wizard101 so I wanna do it here too!!

Last Wood - Khrysalis

Bastion Thrives - Khrysalis

Moon Cliffs - Khrysalis

War - Novus

New Vicorgia Combat - Novus

Arcanum Combat - Arcanum

Outer Athanor - Empyrea

Khonda Desert - Khrysalis

Wobbegong Territory - Wallaru

Puerto Nuovo - Novus

[kingatrice]

people don't appreciate Fitzhume enough, that guy is the funniest person in the arcanum

[oldestenemy]

A Shadow comes to tear Land and Sky asunder.

The wizard does not like prophecy.

They have not liked it from the start, but being involved with more and more of them, even on the sidelines, has just deepened the distaste.

The Auroracle’s words continue to rattle around their skull as Polaris unfolds around them. Corruption and imprisonment running deeper than just Walruskburg. Through mines and camps and into the very depths of the world. Every time returning back to the witch’s house.

“You will accompany me to the Arcanum, wizard.”

The wizard is a little apprehensive of this, though Baba Yaga is—hypothetically—on their side, they get the feeling she isn’t telling them something. There’s something missing from her story. But then, considering Cyrus had been the one to direct them to her, of course she had her own secrets.

“I’ll be back soon,” They tell Mellori in the hopes that it will stay some of her frustration at being left behind. They don’t actually know if they’ll be back soon, but they will be back, they aren’t done here. “once we’re done here maybe I can show you the academy I was telling you about—”

“—wizard!” They give Mellori a last little smile, and then hurry to where Baba Yaga is waiting on them to return to Walrusk—New Penguinonia.

The Arcanum opens up around them as they step through the door—and they are struck by the realization that it is not a world as they had first assumed. It’s… some kind of—are they in the void between? Or just in the sky?

Their thoughts stutter to a halt when they turn back towards Baba Yaga and catch sight of an Aztecasaur standing by one of the many doors.

“That’s Komeka Roundhorns—they’re our potioneer—for goodness sake why do you look so distressed, we are in a hurry—”

The wizard swallows hard as Baba Yaga’s voice tunes in and out of their ears.

“Peace you old hag,” Komeka says with a slight smile, “I know of this one.”

That makes them feel even worse.

“I—”

“You don’t need to speak,” Komeka assures them, “there is no time at present—but come back to me another time, perhaps we can talk then.”

They want to speak.

They want to respond.

Want to scream.

But they are herded along deeper into what they are just landing on calling a ship by Baba Yaga. Past a librarian and straight towards an office decorated in Storm iconography. It seems the whole way through as though their travelling companion has been avoiding coming back here. Everyone is somewhat angry or bare minimum frustrated by the fact that she is only appearing now.

They tune in and out of the conversation until Ione Virga’s focus is solely on them.

Initiate.

Another title.

Another responsibility.

Another declaration of loyalty.

So here they are again.

Surrounded by people who think they are dangerous because of something they had no choice in.

And now they are wasting time even further.

Proving themself to people who will not listen to words.

But there is never any time for convincing. Push on.

Avalon is as bright and lively as ever, and it isn’t hard to spot the odd one out. Velma Von Venkman is draped in clothing the wizard would find more fitting in Marleybone’s moonlit streets than in the sunshine of Caliburn.

Still, she is less apprehensive than Ione, and that is welcome.

At least at the start.

“Have you ever heard of a sorceress named Morganthe?”

The wizard just stares at Venkman, as though she is joking. There is no trace of humor in the words or her expression. It’s an honest question, but not one they can even begin to fathom being asked. Heard of. Heard of?

But then, there is something…nice. They suppose.

About not being known.

So they do not answer.

They follow her through to the hideout in Caer Lyon. Cut their way through the runoffs from Khrysalis—who do recognize them—they are familiar with the spark of instinctual fear they can see in Ofiera’s eyes. Their appearance and spellwork traveled quickly among the ranks of the Umbra Legion towards the end. It’s not a surprise.

“Why ask us when the one who released Grandfather Spider from his prison stands at your side?”

Wayward Spider and his kin.

Child marked by the Raven and the Spider.

When Venkman drags them outside they know there is no avoiding it.

“You are the wizard who defeated the Shadow Queen?!”

They wince, “Killed,” they correct “yes, I killed Morganthe, I led the war on Khrysalis, I—”

“—Color me impressed,” Velma says, planting a hand on her hip “and here I thought I would be the dark and mysterious one coming from Darkmoor.”

What?

Who are these people?

“You’re from Darkmoor?”

“Mmm, yes and we had some terrifying bedtime stories about Grandfather Spider. I used to think all the stories about him and Raven were myths—but well, you’d know all about Myth being more real than anyone ever assumes wouldn’t you.”

That, out of everything, they can agree with.

~*~

If it’s true you defeated Morganthe.

If it’s true.

They are doing their best not to let the words of the Storm Scholar—and in fact everyone they have met here—turn them into a mess. But it is slowing them down if nothing else. They are fighting not to shake as they return to Baba Yaga.

But when she offers the same surprise as everyone else, it finally breaks.

“What am I supposed to say!” They demand, almost immediately cut over.

“Don’t bother answering—”

“—No, no, I am the one doing all of the heavy lifting here, I’m done until you let me speak.” The wizard says, “Am I supposed to walk around announcing every second that I ended the war on Khrysalis? That I let out Old Cob? That I’m part of the Council of Light?” They resist the urge to roll their eyes, “What good would it do anyone? I’m here. I’m helping. Just let me.”

It’s a relief to let some of it out. The pressure always building in their chest seems to ebb a little. They feel it as some warmth comes back to their fingers and are reminded that—especially around these people—they will need to keep a better handle on their emotions. No need to concern them with Shadow leaping out.

Baba Yaga huffs, staring down at them with a look that might be irritation but might—if they squint—also be pride? “You really are one of Cyrus’s students aren’t you, he always did end up with the most troublesome and stubborn of any bunch.”

Yes they are.

Stubborn and always ten steps away from trouble.

“There’s no time for all of this—we need to find out which one of Spider’s children is interfering in Polaris. And I’m stuck here now that everyone knows I’m back, so the footwork will have to be left to you—if you’re up to the task.”

Always.

Send them running.

Prophecy at their heels.

Read the rest of the series here <3

[arthurwethersfieldfanpage]

being insanely overleveled in polaris is really funny for the sheer reason that you get a notification from some little fucking guy telling you to go to the arcanum at level 110 whether you know where that is or not

[wizzycore]

post novus lyric comic... again! you’ll never take me alive

(song is mary by the happy fits)

i might continue this lyric comic i might not so here. take it

[m00nveil]

i love the sims 4 sorry i mean wizard101

bonus

"mom i want nucleus gallery!"

"we got nucleus gallery at home"

the nucleus gallery at home:

[dani-luminae]

TFW your little sister somehow smuggled an entire, still-on-fire Marshfellow out of Karamelle

Iridian ShadowWard (in purple) belongs to me, Cassandra NightHaven (in red) belongs to @thetimelordbatgirl.

Drawn with ink, marker, and colored pencil on Bristol paper, altered in Photoshop.

Text under cut.

(panel 1)

Iri: “I can’t believe this.”

Cass: “Yeah, I don’t think it was gonna work, either!”

(panel 2)

Iri: “We’re not keeping it.”

Cass: “I wasn’t going to. I was gonna set it loose in Bat’s apartment and see how that goes!”