I have heardâŚ. absolutley nothing, good or bad, about the Solo movieâŚ..
My extremely gay theater director who I would trust with my life said it was meh, so Iâm taking that review as law.
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I have heardâŚ. absolutley nothing, good or bad, about the Solo movieâŚ..
My extremely gay theater director who I would trust with my life said it was meh, so Iâm taking that review as law.

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my boi :â)
Ayy you finally made him in game!
This Theurgaphobia isnât cute.
Okay but Wizard 101 is intended for children, so you're only allowed to like it because you're autistic and more childish by default. WoW is intended for a much more intellectual audience, honey.
thats unfortunate for you
To the anon on this post; Hi- Iâm autistic. I also happen to be a straight A student who graduated with Honors and a 3.8 GPA. I was chosen as student of the month during my Senior year, have taken several college credit honors classes, and won awards via my film production class for my solo and collaborative work (running against roughly 25 other schools).
I also have been playing wizard101 for the past 8 years. And if you know anything about autism- which, by the look of this ask, you clearly do not- youâd know that we are not âchildishâ in the slightest. Our brains simply function so much differently than someone who is not autistic, and a lot of times that can be beneficial for us! In fact, the reason for all my achievements is probably because iâm autistic! A lot of autistic people have the abilities to develop âspecial interestsâ in certain subjects, and can obtain a grand about of knowledge within those subjects. In my education, those subjects for me included, Literature, Art, Film, Technology and History. Because i am autistic, i was able to excel in these fields very well.Â
I also have a special interest in wizard101. Because of how much passion of have for this game, artists and employeeâs from KI follow me and have interacted with me & my content- i also was fortunate enough to physically meet one of the former social media managers.
I hope that none of this comes across as a boast- I simply wanted to showcase how smart and intellectual us autistic people are- especially those who play wizard101 :) Unfortunately anon, it seems it is you who has come across as the childish one.Â
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Dear Kingsisle,
This is NOT A SALE. NOBODY HAS $60 TO DROP ON THIS GAME AT ONCE UNLESS THEIR DAD IS LIKE DONALD TRUMP OR SOMETHING.
Remember that time I started a war in the Wizard101 fandom and a 30 year old man jumped in and started bragging about how he was too busy fucking his wife to reply to us
This is a Wizzy fandom relic

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More positivity and floor crying memes
@save-the-spiral: *provides the Good Headcanons*
Me:Â
Fire Isnât All We Breathe
Dragons arenât just creatures cast by those with fire in their heart and on the tips of their fingers.
You see- this is a secret passed down generation by generation.
A chosen one, a human wizard from each of the schools of magic. They arenât truly human. They are both wizard and dragon, one in the same.Â
There are those of storm, their wings beating and causing all sorts of disasters and mischief. Purple, glittering scales with lightning streaking across their wings, thunder booming every time they land. Their human form seems easily distracted, and they hoard unfinished projects and art. The most powerful storm wizard of each generation is this. They mentor and teach the newest dragon how to create cyclones, how to summon hurricanes. Lightning crackling from their dangerous breath, and when angered, their human form shows dangerous yellow eyes.
Those of ice, they live to be contrary. They nest in the middle of tundras, their breath freezing everything in their path. Their scales glitter in the weak sunlight, icy white and pale blue. All sharp, jagged edges physically in dragon form and socially in human. Theyâre breath will always come out in a white cloud in either form, but in human, their eyes will flash a deep sapphire. Their elder will show them how to cause a blizzard, how to freeze their prey with a glare. Their dragon hoard will have pretty stones, diamonds a plenty, all hiding in their nest.
Fire dragons are simple creatures. They donât hide, and are the only dragon-wizards known of. They have scales of ruby red, glinting orange in the proper light. Their breath is fire, their heat unparalleled. They need no mentor, just pure instinct. They collect warm things, blankets and furs and everything. Their human form will enchant their hoard to protect it from their own flames, and from the lava they nest near. In human form, they sometimes breathe fire. It is quite the party trick, thatâs for sure.
Death dragon-wizards are strange. They are easy to spot, but that is only when the naturally reclusive death mage shows themselves. They always have twisted horns of bone, polished white and embedded in their skulls. Their scales are like chips of obsidian, their lithe bodies needing no wings. They nest in caverns that lie deep in the world, collecting the bones of enemies and prey alike. Their breath will blacken and wilt any living thing in their path. Mentors teach the ways of crafting poisons and other clever traps, always prepared to protect their home.
Beings of myth who posses both forms have sunshine yellow scales, cheery and lovely. They nest in the sunlight, where they gather warmth in a dozing haze. When approached, they simply breath out a cloud of blue smoke, the effects hallucinatory for the human mind. The one dragon head becomes many, the world doubling, tripling, until they are defeated for their trespass. Their elder will teach them the best libraries to raid, the best patches to sun in. Myth dragons collect history, in scrolls and books and everything else. In human form, they can aptly be called a book wyrm.
Those of life are maybe the most dangerous. They are hunted for their scales, which power healing spells. Luckily, they can shed some and turn into their human form, able to power their own spells. Their scale patterns make it easy to be camouflaged in the dappled sunlight of the forests they nest in. Their bite is poison, leaving wounds the same vibrant green of their eyes. When angry, their human form tends to bare far too many sharp teeth that drip green, only to return to normal just before youâll notice. Mentors show the best forests, which healers can be trusted, and how to not accidentally poison oneself with their own fangs.
Balance dragons are rare. Humans almost never study balance, until recently. Now, they are taught the ways of the balance dragon by the kroks of the desert world. They protect pyramids, their coppery, amber scales glinting dangerously in the sunlight. They hide under sand dunes, their eyes resembling a snakes in the lack of visible eyelids. The sight of them breaching the sand, standing tall and deadly, all sharp scales and sharper teeth, is enough to kill the trespasser alone, even with their deadly jaws following soon after. They have claws of gold, and collect small trinkets and toys that are made to help focus. Patches of their scales show on the pressure points of their human form when they grow too anxious.Â
These dragons are powerful, and deserve respect.
Try to hunt them, if you dare.Â
A word to the wise- donât dare.Â
W A I T Are there gonna be dragons with human forms in your fanfic?!?!
So, I wrote this just because dragons are cool, and I have like 2 different fic ideas that have nothing to do with dragons, but after writing this i might write a dragon/w101 fanfic because dragons are super cool, and I love the idea!!!!
Yessssss. Keep writing, youâre amazing!
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You may delete the post but you canât delete your sins.
Fire Isnât All We Breathe
Dragons arenât just creatures cast by those with fire in their heart and on the tips of their fingers.
You see- this is a secret passed down generation by generation.
A chosen one, a human wizard from each of the schools of magic. They arenât truly human. They are both wizard and dragon, one in the same.Â
There are those of storm, their wings beating and causing all sorts of disasters and mischief. Purple, glittering scales with lightning streaking across their wings, thunder booming every time they land. Their human form seems easily distracted, and they hoard unfinished projects and art. The most powerful storm wizard of each generation is this. They mentor and teach the newest dragon how to create cyclones, how to summon hurricanes. Lightning crackling from their dangerous breath, and when angered, their human form shows dangerous yellow eyes.
Those of ice, they live to be contrary. They nest in the middle of tundras, their breath freezing everything in their path. Their scales glitter in the weak sunlight, icy white and pale blue. All sharp, jagged edges physically in dragon form and socially in human. Theyâre breath will always come out in a white cloud in either form, but in human, their eyes will flash a deep sapphire. Their elder will show them how to cause a blizzard, how to freeze their prey with a glare. Their dragon hoard will have pretty stones, diamonds a plenty, all hiding in their nest.
Fire dragons are simple creatures. They donât hide, and are the only dragon-wizards known of. They have scales of ruby red, glinting orange in the proper light. Their breath is fire, their heat unparalleled. They need no mentor, just pure instinct. They collect warm things, blankets and furs and everything. Their human form will enchant their hoard to protect it from their own flames, and from the lava they nest near. In human form, they sometimes breathe fire. It is quite the party trick, thatâs for sure.
Death dragon-wizards are strange. They are easy to spot, but that is only when the naturally reclusive death mage shows themselves. They always have twisted horns of bone, polished white and embedded in their skulls. Their scales are like chips of obsidian, their lithe bodies needing no wings. They nest in caverns that lie deep in the world, collecting the bones of enemies and prey alike. Their breath will blacken and wilt any living thing in their path. Mentors teach the ways of crafting poisons and other clever traps, always prepared to protect their home.
Beings of myth who posses both forms have sunshine yellow scales, cheery and lovely. They nest in the sunlight, where they gather warmth in a dozing haze. When approached, they simply breath out a cloud of blue smoke, the effects hallucinatory for the human mind. The one dragon head becomes many, the world doubling, tripling, until they are defeated for their trespass. Their elder will teach them the best libraries to raid, the best patches to sun in. Myth dragons collect history, in scrolls and books and everything else. In human form, they can aptly be called a book wyrm.
Those of life are maybe the most dangerous. They are hunted for their scales, which power healing spells. Luckily, they can shed some and turn into their human form, able to power their own spells. Their scale patterns make it easy to be camouflaged in the dappled sunlight of the forests they nest in. Their bite is poison, leaving wounds the same vibrant green of their eyes. When angry, their human form tends to bare far too many sharp teeth that drip green, only to return to normal just before youâll notice. Mentors show the best forests, which healers can be trusted, and how to not accidentally poison oneself with their own fangs.
Balance dragons are rare. Humans almost never study balance, until recently. Now, they are taught the ways of the balance dragon by the kroks of the desert world. They protect pyramids, their coppery, amber scales glinting dangerously in the sunlight. They hide under sand dunes, their eyes resembling a snakes in the lack of visible eyelids. The sight of them breaching the sand, standing tall and deadly, all sharp scales and sharper teeth, is enough to kill the trespasser alone, even with their deadly jaws following soon after. They have claws of gold, and collect small trinkets and toys that are made to help focus. Patches of their scales show on the pressure points of their human form when they grow too anxious.Â
These dragons are powerful, and deserve respect.
Try to hunt them, if you dare.Â
A word to the wise- donât dare.Â
W A I T Are there gonna be dragons with human forms in your fanfic?!?!

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âIâm sorry Morganthe, this is your permanent end.â
took longer than it needed to and no speedpaint for this cause kept crashing so
Reblogs > likes
âDonât fuck with me Morganthe! I have the power of Grandmother Raven and Ambrose on mu side! AAAAHHHHHâ
hands too full and hearts too empty.
Sometimes⌠Sometimes you canât cast a spell. Or a lot of spells. Or none at all.Â
Sure we all fizzle, but this is⌠different. Wrong. No matter what amount of pips you hoard, what blades and traps and what-have-you that youâve already accessorized yourself with, you cannot cast this spell.
Itâs that kind of impossibility. The kind that leads to frustration and desperation and tears.
You see, itâs all about intent. Thatâs how people cast spells outside of battle, you know? Young, excitable wizards holding their parentâs first starter decks tend to have firecats or bloodbats or whatever is simplest following them around for weeks. (The troll that may or may not be stuffed in one of Professor Drakeâs broom closets in his classroom can also attest to this.)
So, why canât the card form into the creature? Why canât that energy blast defeat the enemy? You donât want it too.
Okay, maybe you do want to, or you think you do.Â
But in the midst of an argument with a fellow wizard, a friend, and it comes to blows, will that phoenix really cast? Will your cards ever leave your hand as it does in the heat of battle? No.
You wonât forgive yourself if you do cast these spells. Your magic is so deeply branded into your heart, mind, and soul that it can disobey orders you truly donât want to be obeyed.
To be able to cast Judgement, the wizard must truly believe that their opponent deserves it. Deserves to be judged purely by magic, that damage and true fairness shall be carried out by this spell.
To be able to cast the healing, soothing spells, a wizard must want to save an ally, a friend in arms. It is so, so telling when a magic user shows their distrust, or their true colors, when their healing fails to come to them.Â
It could be the war drums, the frantic beats of magical music that is so deeply embedded in these worlds that it haunts your nightmares. It could be the pained sounds of those youâve sworn to protect. Deep rage, or the same level of sorrow could make your spell more powerful than youâve ever imagined. Â
But it could be the doubt, the distrust and true feelings. It could be what makes your steps so heavy for one so seemingly young and carefree that makes your spell weak. Useless.
The intent must be there, or you could be defeated, and leave nothing behind but a deck full of spells that your hands shall never cast again. The cards will scatter just as your blood does, knowledge and memories of those happier times when your first thundersnake couldnât be dispelled for a week, when you shielded your friends, all gone. The light will leave your eyes and the magic will flee from your soul.Â
Spread eagle, disfigured from hateful spells in your death.Â
Left to be found (Or not found at all) with hands full of cards and a heart empty of beats, of life to give.
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hands too full and hearts too empty.
Sometimes⌠Sometimes you canât cast a spell. Or a lot of spells. Or none at all.Â
Sure we all fizzle, but this is⌠different. Wrong. No matter what amount of pips you hoard, what blades and traps and what-have-you that youâve already accessorized yourself with, you cannot cast this spell.
Itâs that kind of impossibility. The kind that leads to frustration and desperation and tears.
You see, itâs all about intent. Thatâs how people cast spells outside of battle, you know? Young, excitable wizards holding their parentâs first starter desks tend to have firecats or bloodbats or whatever is simplest following them around for weeks. (The troll that may or may not be stuffed in one of Professor Drakeâs broom closets in his classroom can also attest to this.)
So, why canât the card form into the creature? Why canât that energy blast defeat the enemy? You donât want it too.
Okay, maybe you do want to, or you think you do.Â
But in the midst of an argument with a fellow wizard, a friend, and it comes to blows, will that phoenix really cast? Will your cards ever leave your hand as it does in the heat of battle? No.
You wonât forgive yourself if you do cast these spells. Your magic is so deeply branded into your heart, mind, and soul that it can disobey orders you truly donât want to be obeyed.
To be able to cast Judgement, the wizard must truly believe that their opponent deserves it. Deserves to be judged purely by magic, that damage and true fairness shall be carried out by this spell.
To be able to cast the healing, soothing spells, a wizard must want to save an ally, a friend in arms. It is so, so telling when a magic user shows their distrust, or their true colors, when their healing fails to come to them.Â
It could be the war drums, the frantic beats of magical music that is so deeply embedded in these worlds that it haunts your nightmares. It could be the pained sounds of those youâve sworn to protect. Deep rage, or the same level of sorrow could make your spell more powerful than youâve ever imagined. Â
But it could be the doubt, the distrust and true feelings. It could be what makes your steps so heavy for one so seemingly young and carefree that makes your spell weak. Useless.
The intent must be there, or you could be defeated, and leave nothing behind but a deck full of spells that your hands shall never cast again. The cards will scatter just as your blood does, knowledge and memories of those happier times when your first thundersnake couldnât be dispelled for a week, when you shielded your friends, all gone. The light will leave your eyes and the magic will flee from your soul.Â
Spread eagle, disfigured from hateful spells in your death.Â
Left to be found (Or not found at all) with hands full of cards and a heart empty of beats, of life to give.
if she does know about this blog ill probably deactivate
Wait why donât you just change your URL?
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I just discovered Wizard101 Rule 34 and here is what I learned...
- Morganthe has really nice boobs - So does Dalia Falmea - Wizards are super kinky - Mr. Lincoln is likeâŚhuge - Unicorns are a fetish - Naked Mirage Characters = Quality Content - And in a Unicorn/Wizard situation, Unicorn will top
I just read âMr. Lincolnâ and I straight up had flashbacks. I remember the picture vividly
ok but why did nobody tell me that the shadow classroom in the arcanum is open now
@kataba-artblock has warned us already