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min-play · 1 year
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SPACE CHERUB
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determined-ghostworm · 9 months
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:Smoothie:
After this Tim will decide that he has been awake for far too long and promptly go to bed. Only to realize that the spooky white-haired child was not a sleep deprivation hallucination when he awoke to said white-haired child staring down with teeth a bit too sharp and eyes a bit to green to be human.
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Tim: Wakes up
Danny: Rawr
Jason: That’s adorable, now stab him and you’ll be perfect.
Danny: Boops Tim on the nose… stab •-•
Jason: Beautiful
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sigmoon · 5 months
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He’s 26.
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awyeahitssam · 1 month
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Based on the idea that Malfoy could not get the vanishing cabinet to work effectively, and decided to mention, instead, that Hogwarts was taking the Great Hall wards down for a six-fucking-week course on Apparation. This is what wouldn't happen. But it's where my mind went, first. Warning: Graphic Violence
A loud crack signified the first successful Apparition. 
Harry’s eyes, closed in preparation for his own attempt, snapped open and his head turned. It wasn't a student standing at the other end of the Great Hall, though. Harry jolted for his wand as other students began to turn to the cloaked figure, but before he could take aim there were four more sharp cracks. 
Dark-robed, masked Death Eater’s were apparating directly into the Great Hall, the only place the castle wards were down for Hogwarts students to learn how to do the same. 
Bellatrix LeStrange was the first to appear sans mask, having no need for discretion. She took in the scene with a cackle, batting away Harry’s immediate curse effortlessly as she cooed, “Aww, look at the wittle student's trying to learn!” 
In his periphery Harry saw Neville lift his own wand, and they cast simultaneously. This time, Bellatrix twisted out of the way. “Do the wittle babies wanna play?”
“Sectumsempra,” Harry hissed with malice, fully aware of the spell's effects, now. Bellatrix’s eyes widened a bit even as she turned out of the way, quick as a dancer. The Death Eater behind her fell to their knees as their body was pulled apart by deep, horrible gashes. 
More cracks sounded; Harry began to send out indiscriminate stunners, hoping to catch the intruders before they realised they were being cast at. They all came prepared for battle to have begun, shield charms springing around them immediately. 
“Bombarda!” Ron called grimly. 
“Expulso!” shouted Neville. 
“Protego Maxima,” murmured Hermione. “Accio Susan Bones. Protego. Stupefy—students to the teacher's entrance!”
The frozen bodies of some of their yearmates seemed to jolt, realisation settling. Many students turned tail and ran. 
Susan Bones, having narrowly been pulled out of the way of a powerful cutting curse that had gouged into stone walls by Hermione, was casting stunners, petrification hexes, and disarming charms. Harry was not nearly so restrained, once he realised the stunners were ineffective. Sectumsempra broke through shields like a battering drill and Death Eaters were falling, ripped apart by his fury. Curses flew from Harry's wand as fast as he could think of them: conjunctivitis, blasting, jelly-fingers, reductors, even slug-vomiting. He conjured six venomous snakes that shot off without instruction, knowing his will. Yet again and again, Harry came back to the Half-Blood Prince’s spell, the most devastatingly effective of them all. People were dying from its effectiveness, but Harry didn’t care, because they had dared step foot in Hogwarts—  
A horrible pressure was building in Harry’s head as half the hall emptied. A wand prodded Harry’s spine, and he stilled, shaking with rage and adrenaline. “Call—call off the snakes, Potter,” a somewhat familiar voice demanded shakily.
“I’d rather they bite your father, Nott,” said Harry coldly. “Drop your wand before I have to make you regret it.” 
The wand trembled, for a moment, against his spine. “C-Cruci—”
Harry drove his elbow back, hard, and slammed down one foot on Nott's. The taller boy stumbled back in pain, and it was no great difficulty to stun him. He hit the floor, hard, and Malfoy’s grey eyes were large and frightened as he stared at Harry, still as prey. 
At once, Harry realised what he had done “You,” he said, scar pulsing horribly. “You did this. You brought war to a school filled with literal children, you stupid, useless brat. You're scared of what Voldemort will do to you? Just wait, Malfoy. His punishment would be bliss compared to what you deserve for this.”
“Such a temper, Harry Potter,” came Lord Voldemort’s cold voice. He had made no sound as he apparated, not like his followers, but Harry’s viciously prickling scar had made his imminent arrival clear. “You have done well, Draco. You will be… rewarded.”
Malfoy’s eyes darted in fright from Harry to the Dark Lord, and Voldemort was barely in time to hiss “Stop,” to the snake that had snuck up on the boy. 
“You don't obey him,” Harry hissed, “you’re mine. Do what you’re made for, dear one.”
Draco turned just in time to see the snake strike out at his neck. It vanished before its fangs could load the boy with venom, and Harry turned his hateful scowl to Voldemort, who’s gaze already rested upon him, intent, heavy and fascinated. 
“Deal with it, Hermione,” he snapped. 
“Harry—” came Hermione’s warning voice, but Harry couldn’t listen, had to dodge out of the way of Voldemort’s spell. The Dark Lord tilted his head, stare thoughtful, and then turned his yew wand… away. 
Harry watched him with a wariness not misplaced: Romilda Vane, nearly out of the Great Hall via the Professor’s entrance, fell to the cruciatus curse with a cry of pain. 
“Drop your wands, children,” the Dark Lord said, red eyes still locked on Harry as his soft, cold voice echoed through all corners of the room, carried by wandless magic. 
Harry grit his teeth at the seeming opportunity, well aware of Voldemort's objective. And yet, truly, he could not have picked a worse target to try and bring Harry under his control than the girl who had nearly raped him. He cast a wordless sonorous on himself to refute the order: “Don't give an inch. There are First Years in these walls. Do to them what you would to Umbridge. They're twice her threat. Any student who raised a wand to help Voldemort’s sect will be treated as hostile. See how I handle my enemies, Goyle, and ask yourself if that cheap shot is worth your life.”
Even as he spoke, Harry turned from Voldemort, dismissive, and focused on thinning the herd. Thirteen Death Eater’s still stood, including Bellatrix, who was engaged with Neville and Ron. Harry used every spell that came to his mind, even those from the Half-Blood Prince’s book he had not tested before. One man was effectively eviscerated, much to Harry’s disgust. He only used that spell once.  
When he saw one of his snakes change course he pulled the magic from them, an effective banishment, cold eyes finding Voldemort again. He had not heard the man speak parseltongue, and indeed he was still holding the crucio, face twisted strangely as he watched Harry. 
“My, my,” said Voldemort, immediate once he had regained Harry’s attention, two more of his people fallen, “so vicious, little snake. Does Dumbledore know you have venom?”
“I don't give a fuck what he knows,” Harry said harshly. “This is a school.” This is my home. “Focus on the bloody Ministry, and leave children out of it.”
Voldemort had the gall to laugh, high and cold. “This is not merely a school, Harry Potter,” he said. “There is a reason you children stand your ground and fight. This is where Dumbledore trains his small, young army to go to war and die, as their parents did before them.” 
Wrath bubbles in Harry, heavy and explosive, and he must look as unhinged and inhuman as the man watching him as he cages it behind his teeth. He flicks a shield charm around Bones and Abbott before a reductor hits, and a disarming charm hits the perpetrators back. He breaks the dark-wooded wand into two pieces the moment he catches it. 
“You truly think Dumbledore has taught us anything? Even my ‘private lessons’ with the man are just memories of your life, as if I care that you got away with murder when you were still sixteen.” Hermione pulls Vane’s still writhing body from the room, and Voldemort’s cruciatus ends, but he does not seem to notice or care, eyes locked on Harry. “The only reason I fight is because I do not believe in the world you are trying to create. Because you say things like ‘magic is night' and still try to subjugate witches and wizards, as if the fresh magic in their veins is poisoned by the muggles they're born to. I defy you, Lord Voldemort, because you decided your best course was killing a baby over a half-heard prophecy, and still try to kill me to this day. I am not going to stand here and let you. I don't believe ‘magic is might’. I've already killed many of your people tonight… but that—that wasn’t over ideology. That is because I will kill as many as it takes to keep your grasping, greedy fucking hands out of my school.”
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mlhar · 1 year
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Donnie's eyebrows origin
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Ref drawings pics: P1 - P2 - P3 - Prev - P5 - P6
just practicing facial expressions, I'm bad at it.
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samglyph · 2 years
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Hold each other close
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minnesota-fats · 8 months
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There is a canon universe where Bruce died and his parents became Batman and the Joker.
Why isn’t there one where Dick Grayson falls instead of his parents and they are so heartbroken that they swear to get revenge on the crime lord that decided to sabotage their little boys trapeze.
Then they become Nightwing and Flamebird, and they team up with Batman to hunt down Zucco.
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chaoswarfare · 1 year
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dp x dc prompt #27
angst!
When his secret identity was revealed, danny didn’t expect the entire town to chase him off. the GIW, his parents maybe, but he had been certain that most people in amity were accepting of him as phantom. even sam and tucker did their part trying to get him to leave(even if it was for his own safety).
The townspeople yelled him off until he was out of sight. it hurt more than he would admit to anybody.
Seven months of thievery, vigilantism, and constant chase from the GIW later, danny finds himself in gotham, the only city they refuse to enter due to the powerful curse on the place. the local vigilantes seem fixed on making his life difficult. he just wants to be left alone.
When he disappears from gotham’s streets, the bat clan is quickly on edge. they had all gotten attached to the teenager that reminded of each of them at their worst. jason todd in particular was invested in finding the kid and bringing him back to gotham. good thing he seems to have a way of tracking him down.
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louisupdates · 9 months
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Louis Tomlinson, FITFWT23: ASBURY PARK [28.7.2023] 📸 louisblous
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justtuffithinkabout · 4 months
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So I just got around to watching the first of the Lord of the Rings movies (extended edition of course) and they made me realize just how much Gandalf's death must've weighed on Pippin.
Like, when they come out of Moria, you see Pippin curled up on the ground with Merry holding him and at first you think "that's so sad look how much they're grieving that Gandalf is dead" but Pippin could reasonably blame himself for the death. He caused that corpse to fall down the well and let all of Moria know they were there, which probably alerted the balrog.
But!
Consider *book Pippin*.
Book Pippin did not poke an arrow and accidentally knock a corpse over the edge of the well. In the book "he groped for a loose stone, and let it drop. He felt his heart beat many times before there was any sound. Then far below, as if the stone had fallen into deep water in some cavernous place, there came a *plunk*, very distant, but magnified and repeated in the hollow shaft."
That was *not* an accident.
And that would be a lot of guilt for even someone like Aragorn or Boromir, someone accustomed to things going wrong and losing people, but Pippin is not even an *adult* yet!
Hobbits come of age at 33. Pippin is 28. Even if you are conservative about it and take that 33 to be more equivalent to 21, he is *seventeen years old*. If you go by the technical, legal adulthood of 18, he is *fifteen!!*
Like. Wow.
Imagine being fifteen and being the probable cause of death of an extremely powerful, possibly immortal being who has been involved in the history of your family (it's mentioned in The Hobbit that Gandalf has taken many Took boys and girls off on adventures through the generations) and community for probably centuries, because you were *bored and curious*
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Can't wait to watch the rest of the movies and get emotionally whammied even more 👍
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p0ssym1lker · 1 year
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After two years of ghost hunting, Danny is like "okay, break time" and uses to the infinity map to travel through dimensions.
Like Dani but multiple universe just meet this ghostly kid.
Normally he tries to keep a low profile, and succeeds. Normally being the keyword.
Because really, how was he supposed to know this world has superheros? And have their station in space of all things!
Now he's got these guys on his tail (pun intended)
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gin-and-lemon · 1 year
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This happened literally 15 minutes after one of the cameramen slipped so badly he did a front flip on the same patch of ice
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justletmereadmycomics · 11 months
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the skrunkly
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nerdyfangirlingbooks · 4 months
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I just saw someone on tiktok talk about walker scobell as a fancast for Finnick in his games and like. I need to take a minute with this one y'all. Because Finnick won at 14. Walker is 14.
Look at walker scobell. That is how old Finnick was when he won the hunger games.
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gutwrenchflowerbomb · 6 months
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razzafrazzle · 3 months
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just a lil guy!
[image description: a page of reference images for an original character named gordie. gordie is a young ghost with a pale yellow outline, blue skin, and short curly hair. she also has freckles and is wearing an old-timey sailor outfit. the drawings include them in a nightgown saying "i frew up", them making a scrunched-up angry face, and them lying on their belly and sleeping. end id]
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