#ttb

[zzztlk]

Messy TTB animated bump

#animation #yayyyy animatiion yayyy #ttb #nat

[bun-fish]

A twisty, spooky noodle boy.

For the one and only Things That Bleed, by @ghostly-cabbage @kkachis and @artistfingers

I am in love with SCP Danny’s design (cred goes to the aforementioned authors), glowing ribcages are my new favorite thing.

Also I need to remind ya’ll that this niche chunk of fic does not require knowledge from any of the fandoms (Alex Rider, Danny Phantom, SCP) since it was written to be accessible to anyone, so if you like any of the following: Found Family, Hidden Identities, Creepy Government Agencies and Eldritch Horror Danny, I highly recommend it ! The love and teamwork put into this story is truly incredible :]

#crosshatching go brrrrrrrr #illustration #dp #danny phantom #scp danny #eldrich horror #eldritch danny #danny phantom fanart #fic rec #things that bleed #phanart #phart #digital art #bunfish can art #alex rider #scp foundation #ttb

[bunfishwiggles]

Alex did not think it through before committing candy theft to befriend the sad kid in the 7-11 (and I'm glad he didn't)

for Things That Bleed.

#things that meme #(such an exquisite tag) #things that bleed #ttb #danny phantom #alex rider #scp foundation #so it turns out collaborative freak outs can result in beautiful things

[wigglybunfish]

Good evening and please take these 5/2 human beans gently in your palms.

Hmm? Where are they from, you ask?

Why, it's the one and only Things That Bleed! Written by @ghostly-cabbage , @kkachis , and @artistfingers . In which it establishes the possibility of sometimes family being a child spy, a scary scary assassin, and an eldritch horror boy.

Recently went back for a ... I honestly lost count how many times I've re-read this story. It's a gift that just keeps on giving, sometimes I just like go back to get soaked in the Scenery of quiet and restless hotels and underground parking lots and long car rides. hohoho don't let these mundane elements deceive you >:)

One thing I like to imagine is the post-reveal relationship these three may have, when Alex and Yassen get comfortable around Danny's ghost form, how they might just sit around in some rundown motel figuring out the next course of action but like. With a fun-sized eldritch noodle spreaded out on the bedsheets. Draped over the TV. Curled up in the cool tub or mini fridge. Rolling and eeling under the bed. Letting Alex wear him like a scarf. Yeah... yeah.

I am not certain how soft and fluffy these three can be when they spend enough time (and experience some Horrors) together, so these may be a bit ooc. but, well. I had fun drawing and I have faith in them💪

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more info of the fic can be found @thingsthatbleedfic

#im back from my blue eye samurai era #back in december I was so attached with ttb I actually started translating ch.1 into tradish chinese for my friends who were interested #it is. slow going. but I learned some good stuff abt translation work! much fun. #this is how possessed I was ok #was debating whether to let yassen smoke a cig or drink the mug of mysterious liquid. mysterious liquid won #Alex is exactly how I sit on sofas btw #I don't know what kind of cards they're playing #alex is the confused little human next to Undead Being in the first one and the fun big brother in the second #and danny is 'i can't let this fleshy human die' kind of immortal being in 1st and puppy in 2nd <3 #yassen is there :) #ok i am done yapping #illustration #danny phantom #scp danny #alex rider #scp foundation #things that bleed #ttb #danny phantom fanart #wigglybunfish

[greasegifs]

THE T-BIRDS Richie, Gil, Potato and Shy Guy.

Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies - S01E07

#THESE ARE MY BOYS #Grease #Grease 2 #Grease Rise of the Pink Ladies #Rise of the Pink Ladies #ROTPL #The T-Birds #Grease edit #Johnathan Nieves #Richie Valdovinos #Nicholas McDonough #Gil #Maximo Salas #Shy Guy #Alexis Sides #Potato #TTB #My edits

[abrielarnold]

help. (danny's eyebags have eyebags. ie, my prediction for chap 10)

Things That Bleed by @artistfingers @kkachis and @ghostly-cabbage

#i think we're gonna have to kill this guy #danny fenton #alex rider #danny phantom #things that bleed #ttb #ficrecs #fanart #abrielart #meme #cursed #i love them your honour

[edsbacktattoo]

The Tolling Bells - Rated E

"I've always known you."

Here is the beginning, and this is where we are now.

In any life. 🌸🧁

#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd fanfic #blackbonnet #if you're reading along at home: i'm so fucking sorry #chapter 11 is my favourite of all the ttb chapters and some of my favourite writing i've ever done #needless to say i am very proud of it #i hope you enjoy #and if you hate me i understand #hold tight. i'll see you on the other side #ttb

[mimirjoo]

Watch your back.  Coloring practice feat. Nat from Ties That Bind by @zzztlk.

#ttb #ties that bind #my art #fan art #other people's ocs #digital art #artists on tumblr #illustration

[ghostly-cabbage]

Woe, Things That Bleed memes be upon ye

#brought to you by me being on a roll last night and inflicting all of these on our discord server #ttb #danny phantom #alex rider #scp foundation #dp x ar x scp

[zzztlk]

#ttb #the cat's name is quarter pounder #qewpy for short #Nat #Qewpy

[bun-fish]

More @thingsthatbleedfic doodles because brainrot. I chose a very bad time to start a new fic, which resulted in me using part my self study sessions between midterm subjects to doodle on my notebook. rip self control. But! I used them as a base for these drawings so, hurray? …No hard feelings, right Mr. Wen?

I can’t get over how often Alex has to tug Danny out of his Trance and/or drag him around by the sleeve, it makes my heart do the happiest wiggles.

Also Yassen is a doberman and you cannot tell me otherwise.

#illustration #doodles #danny phantom #alex rider #things that bleed #bunfish can art #ttb

[thethreebroomsticksfic]

Pull on that cozy jumper & light those Filibuster Fireworks because the barkeeps at TTB are delighted to announce… *drumroll*… WEASLEY WEEK! ✨🦁✨ Really, what better way to celebrate our new and improved blog than by spending a week writing and reading Weasley-centric fics!

🔸How It Works

From the 16th of October to the 22nd, we’ll highlight a member (or two!!) of the Weasley family each day. To participate, simply share your fic for the ‘Weasley Of The Day’ and tag us in your tumblr posts.

We’ll keep an eye on our notifications and reblog all the amazing works posted for #WeasleyWeek!

🔸Prompts

Day 1 — Molly and Arthur Weasley (Oct 16)

Day 2 — Ron Weasley (Oct 17)

Day 3 — Percy Weasley (Oct 18)

Day 4 — Bill Weasley (Oct 19)

Day 5 — Fred and George Weasley (Oct 20)

Day 6 — Charlie Weasley (Oct 21)

Day 7 — Ginny Weasley (Oct 22)

🔸Word Count

We request that all works posted for Weasley Week be a minimum of 100 words. That’s all!

🔸 Have another question?

Feel free to drop us an ask, and the TTB mods will be happy to address any questions or concerns.

#ttb fic fest #WeasleyWeek #ttb #canon compliant #arthur weasley #molly weasley #ron weasley #percy weasley #bill weasley #charlie weasley #fred weasley #george weasley #ginny weasley

[the-al-chemist]

Jitters

So, it’s almost a week late, but I was told that Weasley Week is more about vibes than punctuality. Here’s the final contribution, and this one’s all about Ginny. Thank you @thethreebroomsticksfic for organising such a fun event!

Warnings: mentions of past trauma.

September 2003

Ginny Weasley prided herself on being fiercely independent. Being the only girl in a family of boys, she had learnt to take care of herself and others in a way that her brothers had never been encouraged to. And being the youngest, she had watched each of her older siblings leave home, go to school, and embark on careers, leaving her behind, a little more alone every time.

There was, of course, one time she had allowed herself to become truly vulnerable, to rely on someone else. It had backfired terribly. Ginny had been eleven years old when she had first opened Tom Riddle’s diary. She had been eleven years old when she had stopped trusting anyone, even herself.

That trust had come back, bit by bit. She had made friends, eventually. She had gone on dates, had been heartbroken, had battled, had grieved. She had carved out a career for herself, made a name for herself, had finally gotten to know herself and trust herself again.

So why, on what should have been the happiest day of her life, was she doubting herself?

She loved Harry. She had always loved Harry, even when her definition of love had been a schoolgirl’s infatuation. He made her happy, understood her in a way few others did, and loved her in spite of that. When he had asked her to marry him, her answer had come as swift and as sure as she was on a broomstick.

Right now, she was less sure. Which was unfortunate, because right now, there were only minutes to go before she was supposed to walk down the aisle and marry the wizard.

In moments like this, Ginny preferred to be alone. Declining her bridesmaids’ offers to help her with her dress, she backed out of the vestry and headed for the bathroom, where she stood facing a mirror and holding on to the edges of a sink. Her head was spinning, her heart racing, and her stomach churning. She felt unbearably hot, though the room was cold. She took several breaths, annoyed by how shallow each one was, and found that this was useless. In a final desperate attempt to cool herself down, she turned on the tap and let the water run over her hands before splashing it onto her face.

That was a mistake. Now she had yet another thing to worry about. Her make-up, which she had painstakingly spent the morning doing — she hadn’t permitted anyone else to do it for her — was now entirely ruined. And, even worse, she had left all of her belongings back at the Burrow, not thinking that she would need them over the course of the ceremony. All she could do was try to clean up the mess she had made of her own face.

As she used her wand to remove the smudges from her cheeks, a toilet flushed behind her and a beautiful woman and small girl, both with the same shade of silvery-blonde hair, emerged from a cubicle. Ginny forced a smile as the woman helped the little girl to wash her hands in another of the sinks. Her niece looked particularly cute in her bridesmaid dress, but there was no one she wanted to speak to less at this moment in time than her sister-in-law.

Fleur Delacour-Weasley eyed Ginny over the top of her daughter's blonde head for a few moments before telling her, “I ‘ave makeup in my bag, if you would like some.”

Ginny couldn’t see that she had much choice but to take Fleur up on her offer, so she nodded. Her sister-in-law passed her a dainty clutch bag, which on opening, Ginny found to be far bigger on the inside than it looked on the outside.

“Va chercher ton grand-père, Victoire.” Fleur placed one hand on the back of her daughter’s head and stroked her hair gently as she spoke, and Ginny’s niece skipped out of the bathroom with her clean hands. Ginny expected Fleur to follow Victoire, but instead she turned back towards her and asked, “Would you like some ‘elp with zat?”

“I can do it myself, thanks,” Ginny replied, but her hands were shaking so badly that she was struggling to do anything by herself.

Fleur stood stock still, watching her as she tried and failed to wield mascara with any form of precision. Ginny was growing increasingly impatient and frustrated with herself, with Fleur, with everything. Eventually, she held out Fleur’s bag at arm length and snapped:

“Fine, you do it then, if you think you can do better than me!” Her sister-in-law blinked at her slowly, her lips pursed, and Ginny sighed. “I mean, yes, I’d like some help. Please can you help me?”

Her tone hadn’t been friendly in the slightest. Fleur shrugged and took back her bag.

“Close your eyes,” she told Ginny, who did as she instructed. A soft brush swept over Ginny’s cheeks, and Fleur’s voice spoke to her. “Victoire ‘as freckles like you now. ‘Ave you noticed?”

“No.”

“Zey look quite cute, I zink. A proper Weasley, no? It is a shame zat I’m covering yours up.”

“Yeah, well.” Ginny swallowed. “I’m not going to be a Weasley for much longer. Might as well get rid of the freckles while I’m at it.”

She sounded far more bitter than she intended. She could not see Fleur’s face, but by the way her sister-in-law continued to work on her face, she supposed that she might not have noticed.

“And ‘ow are you feeling about today?”

“Great, obviously. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because it is a big change,” Fleur said. “And because you are in ‘ere splashing water on your face when you should be about to walk down the aisle.” Ginny opened her mouth to argue, but before she could say anything, Fleur instructed, “Open your eyes and look up at the ceiling.”

It was hard to focus her eyes. Ginny could almost feel them filling with tears as Fleur applied mascara to her lashes.

“How did you feel on your wedding day?” Ginny asked Fleur, trying her hardest not to either cry or blink.

“Probably the same as you. ‘Appy, but also a little nervous.”

Ginny looked down from the ceiling and at her sister-in-law. “Really?”

“Yes. I wanted ze day to be perfect, and zere was a war going on, so…”

“So, you weren’t nervous about actually getting married? You didn’t have any… second thoughts or anything?”

Fleur seemed to consider Ginny’s question. When she answered, she did so with a small and almost secretive looking smile:

“Yes.”

“You did?” Ginny was relieved, for some reason. “What about?”

“What are your second thoughts about?” Fleur asked. Ginny sighed.

“I dunno, I just… I’ve worked really hard to get to where I am, Quidditch-wise. I’m worried that once I’m married, no one will care that I’ve done that, they’ll just think of me as Harry’s wife and not my own person, because I won’t be, will I? I’ll be Mrs Potter, not Ginny Weasley, not… Not me.”

Ginny cast a look at herself in the mirror. She never usually wore white, it was too easily dirtied, and she couldn’t remember the last time her hair had been restrained in such an intricate up-do. Even her freckles had been covered with makeup. She scowled at her own reflection.

“I already don’t look like me,” she muttered. “What’s to stop me from just slowly disappearing altogether?”

“I cannot imagine zat will ever ‘appen.”

“It almost did, once,” said Ginny. Fleur was looking at her, and she avoided meeting her eye. “Back when I was younger, that year… That diary, his diary… I put so much of myself into it, I poured myself into it, and before I knew it, there was almost none of me left. I was nearly lost forever, and I…” Her voice tailed off. “I don’t want to lose myself, not ever, not to anyone or for anything.”

Fleur put one hand to Ginny’s hair. For a moment, Ginny thought she might stroke it, the way she had Victoire’s, but instead, she reached back and undid one of the clips. A strand of Ginny’s hair came loose.

“I can see zis,” Fleur said, reaching for another hairclip, “but I don’t zink it is something you need to worry about. Zat diary, it was evil. It wanted you to lose yourself. ‘Arry would never want zat for you, ‘e just wants you, as you are. It is all ‘e ever wanted.”

Ginny took a deep breath. Yet more locks of her hair tumbled around her shoulders as more clips were removed, and Fleur continued:

“Getting married, it does not mean zat you are losing yourself. You are gaining another piece for yourself, making a family zat is yours and someone else’s. It means you ‘ave to share, but you must be used to sharing, with all those brothers you ‘ave.” She chuckled softly, and Ginny felt her own lips twitch. It was true, she was used to sharing. “The only piece of yourself you are giving up is your name, which you don’t ‘ave to do. And zat was ever really your name, either. It is all your family’s name, no? And even if you don’t have zeir name, you are not going to lose your family. Especially your family. You are all very stubborn.”

In spite of everything, in spite of herself, Ginny laughed out loud. Fleur smiled triumphantly and nodded her head at the mirror.

“See? You look more like yourself now.”

Fleur was right. Ginny’s hair was now almost entirely loose, a mane of red curls framing her face. Her freckles were still invisible, but her laugh had caused her cheeks to dimple and her brown eyes to shine with mirth.

Thinking about it, Fleur was right about a lot of things. Harry was not Tom Riddle. He had nothing of Tom Riddle about him, not anymore. And even when he had, he had never once allowed it to consume him, not the way the diary had consumed her. He had never wanted anything from Ginny, except for her to be… well, Ginny. Not Ginny Weasley, not Ginny Potter, just Ginny. In all the time she had been making a name for herself, Harry had accepted her and loved her for herself.

And she loved him. Had accepted him, the way her family had accepted him as one of their own. He might not have their name, but he was still a part of them. She would still be a part of them, even if she didn’t have their name anymore. She wouldn’t lose them.

Harry had lost his family. All he had left of them was their name, the one that was written on a pair of tombstones in the graveyard behind the church in which she stood, where he was standing at the altar waiting for her. Waiting to begin their life together, to share that life together.

There was a knock on the bathroom door, and Ginny’s father’s voice sounded from the other side of it.

“It’s eleven, Ginny. Are you ready?”

Ginny glanced at Fleur, and again at the bathroom mirror, where her own face stared back at her, defiant and stubborn and entirely her own.

“I’m ready.”

#weasley week #ttb #ginny weasley #fleur delacour #weasley family #hinny wedding

[hinnyfied]

Sister

A truly micro microfic or @thethreebroomsticksfic Weasley Week!

Prompt: Bill

Bill loved his brothers, fiercely so. He was their protector, their confidant, their supporter. One of his earliest recollections was promising his father he would be a good big brother to them, and for all of his days, even as he had children, grandchildren, even great-grandchildren of his own, he upheld that promise.

Yes, Bill Weasley cherished his brothers.

But on that fateful day in August of ‘81, he followed his father up to his parents’ bedroom to meet the new baby. His one and only sister was placed in his arms, her name spoken aloud to him for the very first time, and he knew, somewhere deep in his core.

She would be his very best friend.

#WeasleyWeek #Weasley Week #TTB #harry potter #bill weasley #ginny weasley #hp microfic

[greasegifs]

THE T-BIRDS Richie, Gil, Potato and Shy Guy.

Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies - S01E04

#Grease #Grease 2 #Grease Rise of the Pink Ladies #Rise of the Pink Ladies #ROTPL #The T-Birds #Grease edit #Johnathan Nieves #Richie Valdovinos #Nicholas McDonough #Gil #Maximo Salas #Shy Guy #Alexis Sides #Potato #TTB #My edits

[abrielarnold]

(the elevator scene made me feral, but i really wanted to try drawing this fic's skulker) this chapter did a really good job of establishing more of the scp monster scale in this fic, and where danny fits in it, and ALSO a bit of yassen and alex backstory hello 👀

Things That Bleed chapter 9 by @kkachis @artistfingers and @ghostly-cabbage.

#things that bleed #ttb #abrielart #ficrecs #illustration #danny phantom #alex rider #yassen gregorovich #scp #skulker