#Death curse

[dark-ethereal-visions]

This Friday - September 13, 2024

[manicmadhouse]

You’re all doomed! Don’t do drugs. Don’t have sex. Stay away from Camp Blood… it’s got a death curse.

[cl0udl3ss-sky]

I have no regrets

[asheskart]

Mother's love :) An abstract imagining of Lily Potter's death at the hands of Voldemort

Redraw of an older piece

[spriily]

blasts you with DEATH CURSE

seventh cross evolution. more of it. 'nuff said. come watch.

[beautifult999]

Yes, I have cast a death curse on somebody and they actually died a year later. I did it based off of since they actually really really deserved it for bullying me with my boyfriend at the time, always throwing it in my face and bullying me with my boyfriend at the time that was living with me and they were trying to make me hurt myself so I would end up bakeracted and they were just trying to ruin my life in general. My boyfriend at the time was also cheating on me with her and they were both throwing it in my face and bullying me and abusing me. I knew she was just an awful evil person in general. And she was trying to ruin my life. So I cast a death curse on her because she deserved it. And she ended up dying. I did it out of self defense and revenge. To this day, I do not regret it. Because I knew I could only carry out the curse if she was a bad person doing harmful things to me that she deserved it. And she was. So she died because I cursed her. I don’t think that I’m a bad person for this. Because that’s how Karma works. Bad things happen to bad people. Good things happen to good people.

[noknowshame]

why is religious Christmas imagery all so joyful and pleasant? where is the inherent horror of the birth of Christ? A mother is handed her newborn child, wailing and innocent. Her hands come away sticky. Red. Simply by giving her son life she has already killed him. He is doomed from the beginning. Her love will not save him from suffering. Because the thing cradled in her arms is not a baby, it is a sacrifice: born amongst the other bleating animals whose blood will one day be spilled in the name of what demands it. the night is silent with anticipation. Mary, did you know? That your womb was also a grave?

[bamsara]

Some more cursed Narinder doodles for the post-Trod one-shot I'm writing + I think his face would come undone as he dies a little

Part one here

[bunjywunjy]

Hi I just learnt that grebe the bird existed and I am intrigued do you have any knowledge to drop on the dudes

BOY DO I! grebes are my favorite waterfowl!

they're specialist divers and fish hunters, and they're a pretty wide group with a LOT of species!

and they're all freaks. every single one of them.

they're most closely related to FLAMINGOS, of all things, which is why their feet are so weird! they evolved completely separate from other waterfowl like ducks and geese, so they did the flipper thing totally backwards.

this is going to be a theme, nothing these birds do is normal.

unlike other specialist diving birds (coughcough LOONS coughcough), they aren't totally incompetent on land! just, again. total freaks about it.

aaagh I love them so much I might actually explode

also they swim like frogs, babies can dive pretty much immediately after hatching, and adults can minutely adjust their buoyancy in the water at will like a fucking submarine. you just can't make any of this shit up.

weirdest fucking bird 100/10

[asweetprologue]

did you guys know that octoroks appear in every zelda title except Twilight Princess

[clouvu]

Nothing in the world belongs to me But my love, mine, all mine

[dclovesdanny]

DcxDp prompts

Biofam prompts 1/5

Wes always loved his Aunt Lois, and wrote to her every week. Of course she noticed when the letters slowed down, coming in with weird stains Clark couldn’t identify. She could tell things were missing, and being redacted. She could tell he was trying to tell her something.

She noticed when the letters stopped. She contacted Clark and the league, but they couldn’t find anything, until she received a call from an unknown number. She picked it up.

“Aunt Lois, I need to be picked up, and I’m not alone. Also, can you tell your husband that the government is doing evil things, and the buildings on fire are not my fault? Also, did you know I was cursed? Because I found out just a few hours before I almost got cut open. Sidenote, apparently the whole family is slightly cursed and that’s the only reason you’re gonna be able to believe me.”

[bluerosefox]

Phantomish Rogues

Team Phantom get ripped from their home universe into the DCverse. With no money or real ID's in this world. Now thats a problem.

Another big problem is that Danny is badly injured and his core kinda put him into a deep cryo sleep. He needs to rest and gather ectoplasm.

Bigger problem Team Phantom have no clue how to get home because they don't know how to decode the Fenton Portal blue-prints, not even Jazz who at the time didn't pay attention to her parents portal work anymore by the time they finished it. The only one who does have an idea is Danny!

Biggest problem, they landed in a place called Gotham that seems to be overrun with actual villains and heroes? (vigilantes). And for some odd reason many of them seem to find them no matter where the Team goes to hide.

Until they can get their hands on a safe space, tech, and money, Team Phantom might have to go a bit Rogue/Villainous if they wanna keep Danny safe until he wakes up.

[arkieve]

a jegulus fic where it's dual pov and james' pov plays out like a romcom and regulus' pov is pure horror.

[cilibi]

Something something- Grian getting the most questions wrong about his own series.

Something something- Grian being the first winner and exposed to the Watchers the longest.

Something something- the Watchers take more and more from the players each cycle and still, they only get hungrier.

[swiggity-swexual-i-am-asexual]

As per usual, it’s DP crossover with (probably) DC, although you could probably adjust it for other fandoms

ANYWAYS

A little kid and his mother are trick or treating in another city, perhaps at some kind of event rather than knocking on doors, and the kid is dressed as Phantom. It’s very adorable, with his little ghost-shaped bucket and clearly homemade and already stained costume—listen, white only works if you can just fly over street grime or phase it out of your clothes—and his slightly I’ll fitting wig. The kid is SO happy to be out and about dressed as his favorite, and maybe even showed it off to Phantom back in Amity Park before his family left.

The hero, insert whoever you wish here, is probably in civvies and just enjoying the event. The kid, meanwhile, is so glad when people ask who he is so he can explain, and so- the hero gets to hear ALL ABOUT the local town hero who is probably pretty small time despite the kid’s clearly exaggerated stories. The hero certainly never heard of him, but the kid’s mom confirms that Phantom really was the town hero, despite some mixed reviews of the poor guy.

“Did you manage to show him your costume?” the hero asks.

“Yeah! We went down to the cemetery to leave flowers and I got to show him my costume.”

Wait. Cemetery? Maybe it was part of theme, because Phantom had to be named that for a reason, but… it sounded like…

The kid ignores the suddenly VERY still hero and instead turns to his mom. “Momma, do you think we should bring him candy? He doesn’t get to trick or treat like we do, and I can work super hard to get him a bunch!”

The kid’s mom just smiles. “We could, but maybe we should bring him something homemade. I bet he’d like something more filling, teen boys like him have a hollow leg.”

The kid wrinkles his nose. “Like Vernie with the pizza bagels?”

“Like your cousin, yes. We can make some cinnamon rolls and take them to his memorial, maybe bring some of the apples from your grandpa’s garden…”

The hero is pretty much forgotten as the two-part family wanders off, not quite intentionally forgetting the hero is there so much as the hero somewhat accidentally ended the conversation when they just froze and didn’t ask anything further.

Not that the hero didn’t want to. But they’d learn something very serious.

One—there was a small town hero they’d never heard of. Two—that hero was apparently a teen. Third—most pressingly, the teen hero was both beloved enough to have kids dressing up as him and dead enough to have a grave.

This… might require some phone calls.