major if u ship Tim and Oliver does this mean their beloved children Poundcake and Mori have met. this is so fucking important
i have fantastic news
[ID: A monochrome comic on a pink background of Poundcake the pit bull and Mori the black cat. In the first two panels, Poundcake is drawn with more detail, while Mori is more of a vageuly cat-shaped blob with a face, and the final panel shows them with similar levels of higher detail. Poundcake and Mori are near each other, Poundcake standing and leaning close with big shiny eyes, and Mori hunched down in nervousness. Tim and Oliver speak off-screen.
Tim: Be sweet, pup-cake~
Oliver: Aw, Mori, it's okay!
Then Mori proceeds to bap Poundcake on the face with his paw, wrinkling her forehead, to which she does not react.
Tim: Oop-
Oliver: Oh dear
Later, Poundcake is laying her head down and smiling as Mori gently holds her still with one paw as he grooms her just under her ear, purring.
Tim and Oliver: AWWWW
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For @cannibal-wings MY OATH. FULFILLED. I also did a little thinking about how those wings would get situated in her in the first place
That would be so fuckin weird lmfao cause these would totally like. Rub against her ribs until they’re ready to rip out. I’m thinking all of her other mutations manifested first (starting with the teeth. Hehe. Hehehehehehehehe teef falling out. New ones coming in. Yes. YESSSSS.) I like the idea of her thinking she’s done and then BOOM. PAIN. ENTIRELY NEW APPENDAGES ALL SIX OF EM. HAVE FUN.
They would harden as a response to being in the open. They’re very flexible while still in development and remain pretty pliable once dry. Don’t want brittle wings that just get broken off <3
Also, non biblically accurate below the cut I just had a lot of fun drawing this
(Also also if you haven’t read this infected Leon fic dew it. Dew it now.)
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Hair 🚘
For @hinnymicrofic Day 10
Deleted Scene from Chapter 23: The In-Between's (6th Year)
Ginny had been getting more and more daring with her overt displays of public flirtations. Never mind any of Hermione’s proposed skillful hints or tactful exchanges. She couldn’t be bothered with them, not anymore.
Harry was standing at his locker with the door open. His dark hair was wet and throwing beads of water on his fresh shirt.
“Harry, why don’t you use a Hot Air Charm?” Ginny asked, gesturing towards his sopping wet hair.
“I like how it dries better,” he said, hand jumping up to flatten his hair. “Otherwise, I look like a mad scientist.”
“Bit preoccupied with your appearance, aren’t you, Captain Potter?” Ginny teased.
“Comes with fame.”
“Right, I caught that Witch Weekly article the other day: Harry Potter’s Hair Care Routine, And How to Replicate It On Your Wizard. I think Romilda Vane framed it.”
“It’s hard to come by good journalism these days.”
“But coincidentally, I like your hair best after Quidditch practice. Much more effortlessly tousled.” Ginny reached up, wove her hand in his half-dry hair and gave it a quick affectionate ruffle.
For a split second, she wondered if she had gone too far. Hermione was wrong, she did have shame. It scared the hell out of her. Years of training herself to undo feelings for Harry because he did not, could not, like her in the same way, did not just go away.
However, the look on his face could offer no doubt. He relished in it.
“Oi! You two. Wait up!” We heard Ron calling from several yards away. It wasn’t until then Ginny realized she and Harry had made it halfway to the castle. Lost in their exchange, instinctively chasing the chance to be alone. They reluctantly paused, waiting for Ron to scramble his way up the sloped path.
“And Harry,” Ginny asked. “What’s a mad scientist?”
“Oh, er-” he thought for a moment. “Picture the evil Muggle version of Dumbledore brewing questionable potions, but with Hagrid’s hair. They usually blow stuff up or send cars back in time.”
“See, those are the type of people we need more articles about. It’d make much better journalism.”
“Don’t you read the Quibbler?” Harry said, making Ginny laugh.
Ron caught up with them, out of breath and winded. “So kind… of you… to wait,” he gasped, bent over with hands on his knees.
“Harry, I think you need to host more conditioning days for the team. Looks like this one’s had too many Chocolate Cauldrons.” She wiggled her eyebrows in Harry’s direction, whose face split into a wide grin.
“Bugger off,” said Ron.
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ANOTHER GOOD CAREWHUMPER TROPE: Whumpers who are only following orders from someone of higher authority when it comes to dealing with whumpee, but always find their own little loopholes in the command. They'll never defy their orders, but they'll soften the blow however they can.
Whumpee is forbidden to have food? Well, no one said anything about not being able to have an electrolyte drink.
Whumpee is to receive 15 lashes as punishment? Sure, and they can have their wounds numbed and bandaged afterwards.
Whumpee is to be waterboarded? They'll get a nice, soft towel afterwards and a change of clothes.
Whumpee is to be locked in a barren cell? Carewhumper doesn't mind guarding it from the inside so Whumpee can use their lap as a pillow.
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