#wizards apprentice

[notjaydair]

FINALLY got my ggy/Dr.Rabbit design done. I got sooo stumped I couldn't even figure out before i finished one of my ggy week drawings 😭😭

some of it looks so silly but i needed to fill in the space beside my FAVORITE drawing on the left. outfit choices are listed on the sideee & nyeah!

#jaydair art #gregory fnaf #ggy #dr rabbit #fnaf #fnaf security breach #i like how he looks like sort of a bunny magicians assistant #coz yk #wizards apprentice

[smol-feralgremlin]

FebruarOC Day 13: Metzi

Letters came from her son so infrequently that when Pía came skidding into the house with a wide grin on her face and handing over the letter written in Alaric’s scrawl, she had barely believed it. He hadn’t written in five or so years. As she held the thick yellow-green paper while examining the address, more and more of his now graduated apprentices gathered around, waiting to know the contents of the letter.

“He’s writing from a different place,” she said as she unfolded the letter. 

It wasn’t very long, often they weren’t. But the contents made her smile far more than even the times he sent her seeds along notes on the care of the plant. Metzi finished the letter and handed it off to Nico. He barely got a chance to hold it before it was being snatched away.

“He has a new apprentice and–” Exclamations of delight greeted her words and she smiled before snapping her fingers to make the quiet down. “And he’s coming back home.”

That was greeted by cheers and even more hands trying to get the letter. Metzi backed her way out before they started wrestling for it. She had plans to make, a shawl to start on, and Alaric’s place to start getting cleaned up. Lots to do and an indeterminate amount of time to do it in.

#Meet Alaric's mom! #yes most of his former apprentices hang out at her place #she's their “grandmother” #and she loves it #februaroc #februaroc 2024 #gremlin writing #writeblr #original writing #Wizards Apprentice

[precariouswizardry]

#if i have a specific flask for ONE POTION and the apprentice ignores the system its on them #stop talking down to alchemists like we're dumb #go ahead and wave your sticks at each other while i bottle pure imagination and turn it into a bomb #shadow wizard money gang #wizard posting #wizardcore #pondering orb #potions #shadow wizard grindset #casting spells

[barely-living-wizard-apprentice]

why are spells stored in dusty old tomes why aren't they audiobooks

#wizardposting #wizard posting #wizards #wizard #wizard apprentice problems #wizardcore #audiobooks

[crowzenyogurt]

pinball wizard the arcane arcade trickster who makes a living by cheating at arcade games and reselling minion plushies to children

comms open!

#my art #wizard #wizards #dnd #dungeons and dragons #character design #concept art #digital art #im addicted to making shitty wizards #dan of steele’s apprentice? his younger self? who’s to say

[chickensgod]

Literally learning new knitting techniques is like learning spells

#like I’m a fucking wizards apprentice and my master is the kindest quietest old woman on YouTube #I’m learning spells over here #knitting

[mayullla]

Title: Obsessive Passion

Character(s): Witch's Apprentice (Unnamed character/original work)

Summary: You didn't know how much jealousy and hatred he had in his heart and you didn't know how desperate his love was too. He was greedy and was even willing to break you so that you would love him back. Tags/Warnings: male!yandere, fem!reader, apprentice!yandere x witch!reader, both are adults, general yandere themes, brainwash/hypno, drugging, manipulation, dubious consent, 3.4k words

You were a famous witch in the kingdom. Many sought you out for your spells and potions, and the things created by your hand were highly coveted. You were a woman who had reached fame for her talents in magic, knowledge, and powers at a young age. Many sought you out, including the royal family. However, instead of seeking more fame and money, you chose to leave the public eye and live a quiet life away from the capital. Only a few trusted friends and acquaintances knew where you were. You still made many potions and helped whenever the situation required it, but for the most part, you wanted to make time for yourself. You wanted to research and create spells and potions of your interest instead of what was requested and demanded.

With you, you took your apprentice, a man who had talents similar to yours, yet not as fully developed. Many said that he would not be able to achieve what you have due to his lack of mana, but you believed that he would be able to do more, even with that weakness. You knew he was smart, smart enough to figure out how to overcome that hurdle.

But maybe you should have been more careful with him.

You didn't know of the crazed love he had for you, a lust mixed in with unchecked jealousy and hunger. He loved you, he was so madly in love with you that sometimes he felt that it was driving him insane.

You were, in a sense, his savior, someone who took him out of a dark hole and showered him with positive love and attention. You were the one who saw his potential even with his lack of magic when others tossed him aside due to his limits.

It was an innocent crush at first, his heart beating faster when you got close to him as you helped him figure out a new spell that he was trying to create. He was deeply touched when he found out that you created a spell to move your mana to him when he started to run out, effectively stopping him from making progress in a lot of his work and studies.

To him, whenever you poured your energy onto him, he could not help but feel a shiver down his spine. His face flushed into a dark shade of red, perverted thoughts in his mind. All you needed was skin-to-skin contact, holding each other's hand, or you should hold his shoulder. But to him, it was more than that, more than a hug, more than a kiss. It was far more intimate than that when he felt your magic coiling with his, mixing together in his body. It was addicting.

It was difficult for him to hold himself, some days when you saw him panting so heavily after it, he had to make an excuse of some sort.

However, he also had too much anger and too much pride. He resented those who looked down on him, their judgmental eyes ranking his worth in their minds. You were the only one who looked at him in a different light.

You always told him to think of the good for the kingdom, that even when they looked down on him, he could show them what he could do and then their thoughts would change. You were always too kind and so positive.

You weren't naive. If you were, you would have long become a mere pawn of someone malicious, working endless hours for something empty, rather than being free to do whatever you want. But he had always been the more sly one.

That was what he loved about you but also hated. He hated how talented you were compared to him. He hated that you were more powerful than him, that he was in a sense below you. Because you were gifted, you had access to all kinds of magic spell books, even those that belonged to the royal library, while he was not even allowed into the room. He hated your magic because you had so much, unlike him.

He hated your pity.

You did know of his anger, anger towards the world and around him, but you never knew the extent of it. While you also believed that he could do more, you didn't realize what he could already do.

It was just headaches at first when you woke up. Headaches that would never go away no matter what you did. No potion or spell would cast away the pain in your head. Some days it was a numb pain that you could still function throughout the day, but with a few momentary breaks here and there. Sometimes you could go through your day like normal with a very light headache. Sometimes you could do nothing but sit in one place the whole day, unable to think because of the painful throbbing that almost felt like your skull was cracking.

Moments like those always made you mentally note to create another seal for your mind so that you could avoid these sorts of headaches in the future. But by then, it would be too late.

Your apprentice had taken care of most things while you had those serious headaches, giving him work that he could do when you weren't able to do them.

But while doing those tasks, he always took time to take care of you too, handing you tea that was supposed to soothe headaches. While it didn't work for the most part, you appreciated his gesture. Maybe if you were a little more aware and less in pain, you would notice something about the tea that he gave you.

Deep in your sleep, you would never notice how your apprentice would loom over you, having a smile on his lips, cheeks flushed as he played with your mind.

Being famous, you had always been careful of hidden threats and placed many seals in your body to protect yourself. One was on your mind, a seal that you had placed to protect you from any mind magic and dark magic. Much to your apprentice's amusement, he found it very cute that you were that cautious when dark or mind magic had become so rare.

It was taboo and illegal to dabble in such magic after all. Many who were found to be able to do so were mostly killed and burned on torture stakes. It had been years since someone could use such magic. Most magic of that sort was inherited after all, yet when they continued to kill most who could, there was no heir for such magic.

But it wasn't like all dark magic was gone.

He could not help but laugh when he thought of it, how you were so overly cautious of such magic yet took in an apprentice who could use dark magic. This was something you did not know, nor did you know much of. This was what he had over you.

Your seal, while effective if magic was used suddenly to get in your mind, was weak if it was something gradual, slowly chipped away. You would never notice it, not when your headaches started to worsen and worsen the more he chipped your little seal.

It felt like your mind was ripping apart, yet you could not wake up, a sleep potion that paralyzed you, keeping you in deep slumber no matter what he did to you. The torturous pain would be nothing but a nightmare the moment you wake up. He could not help but pity you a little, yet also find a certain thrill to it. A certain satisfaction that he could make you like this.

That he held power over you.

Your body reacted greatly to the broken seal, stiffening as sounds left your mouth, no matter how much he tried to minimize the pain. When it was forcibly broken, there was bound to be some backlash. Yet just as quickly, the sleep potions dragged you back to sleep, unable to react to the shattered seal, unable to see him right above you.

He could not help but laugh, holding it back as he covered his mouth with his hands. His lovely teacher, the teacher who trusted him so much, now at his mercy. He would finally watch you fall from your little stage right under his arms, weak and nothing like the powerful witch you were.

It was a complicated seal that he created just for you, drawn with magic above your head. It was made just for you, like the spell that you had created for him. It would replace the seal that he had broken, and you would be none the wiser. Even if you checked the seal, you would see and feel that same seal that he had broken still there.

One by one, he would change your thoughts, amusing himself in your confusion as he continued to slowly change your mind to his liking, doing things for his pleasure, yet none the wiser.

It took a while, but when you woke up, the headache you had for weeks was suddenly gone.

It was surprising when you realized that you didn't feel like someone was hitting you constantly with a hard, dull hammer every time you even blinked. You were suspicious of the change, but you also felt nothing more than relief. Even when you checked the seals that you placed in your body, nothing was strange.

Yet you just could not help but feel that something was off. That something was not right, but you just could not place a finger on it. You checked the potions and cabinets in the house to see if you misplaced something or if something was stolen, but it wasn't the case. Your apprentice took care of most of the cleaning and potion making while you were resting in bed. Anyone who visited your apprentice had given them the requested items and potions without any problem, but something just felt off.

"Is something the matter?"

You were startled by his voice, jumping a little as if you were caught doing something you shouldn't do. Turning to him, you could not help but frown. "It is nothing, I am just a little confused right now. I can't help but feel like I am missing something."

You honestly replied to your apprentice, wondering and maybe hoping that he had the answer why you were like this. "I am not sure," he answered, having a worried look on his face, wondering if he had made a mistake while you were resting. "Did I make a mistake of some sort?"

Looking at his thinking face, probably trying to calculate expenses or thinking where stuff in where, you shook your head, raising your hand to stop him. "No, it is fine. Thank you for taking care of everything." Seeing that soft smile on his lips, you decided to give your worries a rest.

Yet it always lingered in the back of your mind. As days passed, you started to pay more attention to your apprentice. When you were in the middle of your own research, your mind sometimes thought of him unconsciously, wondering what he was doing and where he was. If he was in the room, you became overly conscious of him. Your eyes could not help but look at him some days, falling into a daze until you snapped out of it with him calling you with a worried look on his face.

It wasn't like you ignored him in the past; you tried to teach him when you were not caught up with your own research. In fact, you were able to give more time to him after you moved to the village, having more time to do whatever you wished. You invested more time into helping him train and learn.

However, this was different.

Your mind just could not think straight sometimes, finding it hard to concentrate when your mind kept thinking of him. He was your apprentice, and while not really far in age, sometimes you thought of him more as an assistant. He was mature and helped you a lot too back then when you had so much work to do. Even now, when he followed you to the countryside, he continued to help you when you needed it. He was reliable.

It wasn't on purpose when you unconsciously started to look over him more often, seeing and checking what he was doing. You took even more time away from your own research to help him learn more about magic and his own research. A quick learner, you always thought, when he picked up a lot of the things you taught him. He was faster… way faster than you when you studied magic around his level.

As more days passed, you started to think that he was better than you, clearly way more talented than you. More often than before, you would compliment him. You complimented him a lot before too, yet you started to do it more and more often. And every compliment seemed to remind you that he was far better than you, that he was better than you.

But it never changed the fact that, unlike you, his magic reserves were smaller than yours. You frowned at the predicament. You were still researching how to help your apprentice's problem, yet you still didn't find a way to fix it. One's own limits were decided the day they were born, and not much could change to make it larger or smaller. The only way you could help your apprentice was to give him your own.

A light touch on his hand or arms, you concentrated on moving your own magic to him. Yet even that took a long time.

Pushing all your other research away, you started trying to find a way to make the transfer quicker and more clean, as there were moments when magic would just leak out and largely go to waste. You were fine with it, to be fair, born with large reserves that it was difficult to use them all in one day anyway, yet you just could not forget your apprentice's face, the jealousy in his eyes when he looked at you.

"Good job. You are doing so well." Compliments continued to leave your lips. Yet as soon as it did, darkness coiled in your stomach as you patted his head. He… he was better than you… Far, far better than you.

You looked down at his sitting form, a smile on his lips, your hand still on his hair as you zoned out deep in thought. "You should really stop patting my head," he told you in a cheery voice, "I am not like some elementary kid who should be rewarded with head pats." You thought for a moment. Looking at him, you could not help but think that it was true, he was far too old for such a thing, but just that you had a habit of doing so.

As soon as you thought that, you tried to take your hand away from his hair, unconsciously wondering if you offended your apprentice or not, yet your hand was stopped by a larger hand. "Ah, I didn't mean it like that!" he said, looking almost surprised when his teacher suddenly started to avoid him. "It is fine to touch my hair, you know… I don't mind," he told you a flush on his face, looking else ever as he tried to hide his cheeks with one hand, "I always know that you like touching my hair, don't you? What I mean to say is that you can touch it whenever... but I am not a kid."

Yes… nothing was wrong… Nothing was wrong at all.

From there, it spiraled again. You were able to function in your daily life, but there were just moments when your memories blanked, and you barely remembered anything. At one point, you thought it was the tea that you were drinking, the one that your apprentice would always make for you.

You were suspicious of the liquid inside your cup, pausing as you stared at it with narrowed eyes. "Is something the matter, teacher?" You looked up at your apprentice, who was looking at you in wonder, an eyebrow raised as he tilted his head. "Do you not like the tea? I made it as you have always liked."

"It is nothing," you said, moving the tea closer to your lips. The smell hit your nose, the same fragrance that you were always familiar with. For a moment, you hesitated, but when you were watched by your student, you chose to take a drink of the tea…

"It is adorable how cautious my teacher is." Your eyes were glazed over as you blankly stared at the floor. Your fingers that were holding the teacup lost their strength, letting the glass fall to the floor and shatter. "Clumsy. Clumsy~" Your apprentice had a mocking tone as he looked at your sitting form. There was no recognition in your eyes, whatever sliver of it was quickly dragged back into the haze. "What would you do without me?"

Moving in front of you, he spelled the glass teacup to rise from the floor and mend itself. When it was placed onto the table, it looked as if it was never broken from the start.

Looking at you, he moved his hands to gently grab your face, forcing you to look at him. "But then again, I always loved my teacher. So much so that it drives me insane sometimes." Your unfocused eyes stared back at him, making him feel chills that he was the one who caused this. That he was the one who made you like this.

He could not help but burst out laughing.

My precious teacher… my precious, precious teacher!" He kept on chanting, in the middle of a quiet forest where there was nothing to hide. His eyes were red with lust and lovesickness.

"My cautious little teacher, slowly you will fall into my arms, and when I finally have you all to myself, I will chain you to me so that you will never be able to leave me. I will make you think of me just as much as I think of you." One by one, he told you all the things he would do to you when you finally could not think for yourself. When your mind breaks and shatters, he will never mend it; instead, he will accept it into his heart.

Then he will create a piece with it that is submissive to him, that yearns for him, that begs for him. One that places him in a high stage that demands others' attention, yet he will give none to them when his eyes are on you, just as he had forced yours to his. You will tell others that he is your heir and that you will be fully retiring.

He will be the one to take care of you, he will take all your magic from your body, greedily taking everything, leaving you unable to even sit up from the bed. He will take care of your body, telling you how well you have done, letting you rest as he fulfills orders for potions and creates spells without limit, looking for you again and again when he runs out.

He will make you sign a contract to become forever his, he will make you sign your name into something that will relinquish everything that belongs to you and give it to him. He will make you give up your talents, your knowledge, your wisdom. He will take everything and gobble it up, as you scream in pain and anguish he will comfort you in his arms and hushed loving words.

You will be his and nobody will be the wiser. Nobody will notice how broken you become as you can do nothing but follow his orders, when you will tell others that he has now inherited your shop and that you will instead become something of a sort of helper. Nobody will know that it is hard for you to make simple potions as he teaches you how to make an easy potion, when you barely even have enough magic to use for yourself as he continues to steal from you.

He will make you clingy, he will make you feel useless and desperate just as he had felt as he looked at you in the past.

You made him insane, and he will show you what it was like as you drowned in his love.

#yandere #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #tw yandere #yandere writing #yandere oneshot #yandere x reader #yandere apprentice #yandere wizard #yandere oc #yandere original character #yanderecore #yandere oc x reader #yandere x darling #yandere boy #yandere concept #yandere thoughts #male yandere #yandere blog #yandere x you

[pixlokita]

?? What’s a ggy or a dr rabbit?

A very very tired lil guy that’s what he is

#pix answers #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #glitchtrapped Gregory AU #ggy #fnaf security breach #vanny #so like :0 this AU is actually based of a glitch in the game where Greg had purple eyes kinda =w= it looked so nice #then tales of the pizzaplex came out and it had a story called GGY :v which is basically Greg being brainwashed BEFORE security breach #but yeah ggy and doc rabbit and the wizard’s most favorite apprentice are all greg #and patient 46 #lil dude is like 10 and he’s got more identities than Michael #there’s def really good GGY blogs ;v; with better explanations tbh #-w- love all the bunny Gregs so much hopefully we can see it in canon

[nelkcats]

Space-Time apprentice

After many conversations with Clockwork, Danny decided to be his apprentice, partly because Clocky was the closest thing he had to a grandfather, and partly because he really wanted to travel back to the time of the dinosaurs.

Clockwork was well aware of that fact, which is the reason he made his lessons as difficult and cryptic as possible. And although it frustrated him, in the end Danny succeeded. Due to his core, at the end of the lessons he ended up becoming the "Master of Space", which was not the same as Clockwork but quite similar.

He didn't realize that being a "master" of literally anything was lonely. They also didn't inform him that being a halfa would give him immortality, Danny sighed sadly, at least Clocky kept him company.

Perhaps the reason for his future actions was due to that feeling of loneliness; After watching a new dimension being created, both Clockwork and Danny witnessed a baby wizard being born in Egypt on that dimension, he had immense potential (Danny found it curious that many events tended to repeat themselves as a constant in the progress of different dimensions, like the egypt creation for example)

Since he had never witnessed anything like this before and it reminded him a bit of Tucker, the Master of Space went to congratulate the little wizard. But when he said goodbye, he followed him! Like a duckling. Danny saw this and plead his mentor for help, Clockwork just shook his head, Nabu would be a future lord of order, but right now he was just a curious and lonely kid (and Danny got a headache thinking about the intricacies of the dimension).

Resigned, Danny stayed in Egypt for a couple of hundred years, he began to teach Nabu space magic and other arts he had learned over the years; Clockwork seeing that his apprentice had taken his own ward, decided to taught Nabu a bit about future vision, a useful gift for the boy. When Nabu eventually disappeared, they both decided to leave without leaving a trace behind, it was like they never existed, even if the people remembered them.

Danny just didn't expect his little Nabu to have turned into a ¿spirit? trapped in a helmet and other artifacts thousands of years later, of course he'd made some dubious decisions but thats was a little cruel for a punishment, even if he was not sure if Nabu did that to himself; The halfa felt lost, there was no manual of "I met my pupil after a long time and he is trapping people with his helmet and other objects to possess them"!? He swears, he checked on Ghostwriter library!

For their part, the Justice League was confused when the respectable and usually unflappable Dr. Fate began to jump on his heels impatiently as he looked out of the Watchtower, waiting for something, or rather someone.

#danny phantom #dp x dc #danny fenton #dc x dp #justice league #immortal danny fenton #Danny is the Master of Space #He is technically Fate master #He taught Nabu about magic and other stuff #Of course #Nabu never mentioned who taught him #it's a personal secret. #Danny and Clockwork sometimes get bored so they travel to see the birth and progress of new dimensions #They are immortals anyways #Nabu is excited to meet his guardian again #even if he knows that he will be scolded for the possession thing #in the past Danny let Nabu make his own mistakes #it was necessary for him to learn without a guide who could influence him #Just the teen looking Master of Space and his little (old) wizard apprentice #justice league dark #dr fate #Nabu

[the-moth-wizard-of-mayhem]

*@good-wizard wakes up the next day after the ocean temple* ough...

Good wizard!

*Lepi immediately goes to check on you. They seem a bit worried

#want me to tag evil wizard apprentice?

[smol-feralgremlin]

FebruarOC Day 6: Fay

Never in her life had Fay had hair that grew fast, but after only a couple months as Alaric’s apprentice, she could pull sections of her hair forwards to look at it. Looking in the mirror showed the shaggy looking mop of pale red that no longer looked stringy and flat.

And she didn’t know how to feel about it.

She looked into the mirror now, one hand wielding a pair of scissors and the other much more hesitantly pulling at hair. Long hair wasn’t allowed in the Protectorate. And her hair went far past regulation. Bringing up the scissors, she touched the top blade to the section she held…

One breath.

Two breaths.

“Come on,” she whispered to herself. She could do this. It wasn’t so hard. 

Just.

Cut.

A tremor shook her hands and Fay dropped the scissors with a groan of disgust at herself. The metal chinked dully on the stone of the sink and she ran her hands through her hair. It had gotten thicker as well as longer and she loved the feeling of it slipping through her fingers.

All the more reason to to cut it off. Pleasure in her physical attributes was to be stifled. Vanity was a detestable trait for a person to have.

Gripping the cool stone with both hands, Fay glared at her reflection. She had to get a hold of herself. Just because she had accidentally done magic and had been disavowed by the Protectorate didn’t mean she had to lose every ounce of discipline and the values she’d grown up with now that she was an apprentice to a wizard. It didn’t matter that he treated her gently or took a much softer approach to things. She couldn’t afford to be gentle or soft. The world was harsh and she needed to be hard in order to meet it.

Grabbing the scissors once again, she yanked at her hair again and brought the shining metal back to it.

And froze again.

Her fingers refused to move no matter how much she willed it. It was just her and her reflection and she couldn’t stand her reflection. It showed the tears she didn’t want to acknowledge trickling down past the freckles that had become more numerous and prominent because of how often Alaric encouraged her to join him outside for lessons. Instead she glared more at her reflection, blaming it for everything. If you hadn’t gone soft, this would be easy, she told it.

The now all too familiar secondary thumping sounded in her ears and the mirror shattered.

Fay jumped back with a yelp, dropping the scissors as she scrambled from what she’d done.

Alaric was going to be pissed.

“Fay?” Shoving herself from the wall she’d pressed herself up against, Fay launched herself out of the room and shut the door behind her. Alaric stopped in place as she plastered herself to the wood. He looked at her and then the door before his eyes settled back on her. “Did something happen?”

“No.”

The corners of Alaric’s eyes creased even if he didn’t commit to narrowing his eyes. She’d spoken too fast. And hadn’t even come up with a better answer when he’d clearly heard her yelp. 

“You can tell me the truth, I won’t be upset,” he said gently. It was always the gentleness. It disarmed her until she remembered all the times where she’d done just that while growing up in the Protectorate and had ended up bloody from the ensuing punishment for whatever she’d done to earn it.

“Nothings wrong,” she replied weakly.

Alaric simply sighed and came closer, his hand reaching for the door handle. Fay tried to block him but moved a moment too late. His hand touched the handle and he merely waited, looking at her with that same soft expression she kept trying to convince herself that she hated. Finally she slid away from the door so he could open it unobstructed and prepared herself for whatever punishment was going to follow his discovery.

Staying an arms distance away from him, Fay followed Alaric as far as the doorway as he went in. She watched as he picked up the scissors and then moved to look at the cracks that marred the mirror. He leaned in and moved his finger just above the largest of the lines. Because she’d used magic, there was no point of impact and the cracks were a jumbled yet still somewhat geometric mess. A moment later and the surface was healed, with the barest hint that anything had happened.

“Let me see your hands,” Alaric said as he stepped away, putting the scissors down after a quick inspection.

Trembling a little she stepped closer to him and offered up her hands. He’d never hit her before, but she couldn’t see any other reason why he’d want to see her hands. Her knuckled were already scarred from punishing beatings that had torn the skin. This would just be a new set. She could handle it.

Alaric took her pale, scarred hands into his own brown hands with their own scars. He turned them over a few times before sliding up her sleeves. Fay flinched with each movement he took, steeling herself for impact. Only he didn’t hit her, instead letting her go.

“What were you feeling when it happened?”

Fay blinked a few times before answering. “Anger.”

He nodded thoughtfully before gently steering her out of the room. “A little more productive than fear. Did you mean to do it?”

“N-no.”

“Then hold onto how it felt when the magic worked through you. I want to see if you can do it on purpose now, okay?”

Okay? No, it wasn’t okay. “But I broke it.”

“Accidents happen. This is why in my country we catch people as soon as possible after their first show of magic so we can teach them how to control it before a tragic accident happens."

A whirl of thoughts and feelings flung its way around her mind as she was brought into the study and the polished bit of quartz was placed into her hands. Fay stared at the offending bit of crystal before looking back up at Alaric. “You aren’t mad.”

“No. Now, breathe like I taught you and try to make the quartz light up. Focus on that and not me.”

Fay looked back down at the quartz and did as she was told. Something in her chest flared and then died. Annoyed, she sat down and tried again.

#She's going THROUGH it #gremlin writing #februaroc #februaroc 2024 #writeblr #Wizards Apprentice #original writing #writers of tumblr

[the-gnomish-bastard]

Anyone know a spell to unshit your robes? Asking for an apprentice.

#dumb shit #dumbass #shitpost #humor #unmatched stupidity #comedy #funny #i dont fucking know #dnd #dnd5e #dungeons and dragons #d&d #apprentice #spells #wizard posting #shadow wizard money gang #we love casting spells #wizard #wizardposting #wizard problems #artificer

[barely-living-wizard-apprentice]

what about being an old ass wizard makes you answer every question with cryptic nonsense. "Only time will tell whether you surround yourself with allies or enemies" dude I just asked what kind of chips you want

#why do they make everything more difficult than needed #wizard posting #wizard apprentice problems #mentor

[potoh]

An idea 💡

Would like to make 2 more, along the lines of "wizard assistant" and "certified wizard". Something like that.

#tuffy #wizard cat #might change “in training” to “apprentice” #wizard art

[moonslittlestar]

#tales of: darragh #rolan #bg3 fanart #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate #baldur's gate iii #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 npcs #rolan wizard apprentice #rolan bg3 #bg3 rolan #moonslittlestar screenshots

[puhpandas]

mimics little hair cloth fringe is on the same side as Gregorys hair/fringe. plus mimic has a little bunch of something on its cheek that both resembles and is on the same side of Gregorys cheek bandaid

also the same eye color but. i think gregory is supposed to have brown eyes and not radioactive orange so i wont count it

#maybe the first attempt of its gregory disguise?? #the wizards most favored apprentice + this is painting a picture #is mimics goal to get gregory back or to kill people #pandas.txt #theory #thoughts #mimic #gregory #ruin #sb