#MAGIC FIGHT!!!!!!

[thegreatobsesso]

escape from Lyonall - snippets

My friend @pertinax--loculos tagged me to share last lines or essentially whatever I’ve been working on/excited about and I am taking them up on the latter, because I really love how draft II of the Lyonall arc came out and especially, the gang’s escape from the peril they ultimately face there. So here are just some parts from that chapter that I particularly like !!!

All that follows is Simon POV ✨

“I’m cold,” Callie said, hugging herself in the empty bathtub.

He’d have averted his eyes but he was too worried about her to be concerned with her lack of clothing, especially if she wasn’t. The shadow of whatever happened in here left her eyes dark and unfocused.

A bathrobe lay crumpled on the floor and he put it over her back, pulling it around her shoulders like a blanket.

“We have to leave, right now,” he said quickly. “Get dressed, pack your things.”

She blinked. “Good.”

If anything could have unnerved him more as he made for his own room, that was it: simple compliance. No questions, no arguments; just, good.

--

It unfurled one final, massive tendril that wrapped itself around Fallowhyde’s waist, dragging him ruthlessly into what Simon assumed was the gaping maw of a terrible beast beneath the broken floor.

holy fucking shit, Callie marveled. devil plant from hell.

He sat up with a groan and looked closer at the thing. The dust settled on its prickly surface as muddy water squelched up from the fissure like afterbirth.

It was a plant.

Holy fucking shit.

“Take a picture,” Wayland shouted, brushing off his sleeves. “It’ll last longer.”

A hideous screech ripped the air. The crawling, coiling arms lit up and shriveled like they’d been incinerated. Fallowhyde stood, unharmed amidst the flailing tendrils, pulsing red telekinetic rivers surging from his upturned hands, strangling Wayland’s monster.

--

“No!” Callie cried as he pulled her, and at first, he didn’t understand. “Let go of me, you dumb fuck! Get out of here while you still can!”

“I’m not leaving you here,” he growled. “I can’t and you know it.”

“But I can hold them longer if I stay, if I leave I’ll lose my grip. Don’t you get it? This is what happens, this is-”

this is how I save everyone, this is penance, this is how I make things right

God, he could kill her. “You’re coming with us,” he shouted at her. “Don’t make me control you, Callie. Come on. Now!”

She looked like she was going to rip his guts out but obliged nonetheless, bringing up the rear, cursing all the way. Each moment there wasn’t an attack felt like a miracle. They fled down the spiral stairs snaking around the black body of the castle, slipping and skidding over wet stone in the darkness just before dawn.

--

Suddenly, all there was was the whipping wind and the earthy air and the metallic morning sky. He glanced in the rear view - Callie’s eyes were shut, and she grinned like a drunk.

“I did good,” she murmured, and went limp against Ash’s shoulder.

It was less startling to watch her body collapse than to feel her sudden, unceremonious departure from his mind, the emptiness on the other side of the bridge. His heart hammered to a stop.

“Callie,” he said stupidly, his hands shaking on the steering wheel. “No, no, no. Wake up.”

“She’s barely breathing,” Ash said, turning in her seat to support Callie’s lolling head. “Simon, what do we-”

Ash broke off, cried out - pressed her hand to her own head. “I can feel him,” she said, and Simon felt her panic, felt her rage and fear and the memory of Adrian physically grabbing her, dragging her toward the obelisk, and he took hold of Ash’s mind himself and pushed Adrian back out.

“Oh my god, oh my god,” Lucinda practically chanted, her head in her hands, her expensive suit filthy and torn, her forehead bleeding.

--

Callie’s clammy skin under his hands was the only thing keeping him here; keeping him from falling down into it, the fear that maybe their detractors were right, that magic really did warp all their minds, turned them into animals. The ruined antechamber; the acrid smoke and broken stone and the frightened children.

Keep breathing, he told her. Stay with me.

“Is she going to die?”

Lucinda’s terrified voice from the front seat. Lucinda had never seen death, never felt violence. She hid during the fight because she didn’t know what else to do.

“No,” he growled, an abrupt dismissal. “She’s not gonna die.”

And he wished he was sure of it, but her pulse was weak and her breathing shallow. The color had drained from her face and if the overextension was so severe it stopped her heart or collapsed her lungs, there were no messages he could send to her brain to start them up again. He doubled down on their connection, the one thing he could control.

Hold on, he sent her with his entire being. So help me god, if you die I’ll kill you.

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF movie Mike fights Moon at the Pizzaplex..

[proxycrit]

LINKTOBER DAY 4- hyrule sanctum (it’s technically 3.5 but pshaw)

Zelda’s getting REAL TIRED of link THROWING HIMSELF IN FRONT OF HER like a MEAT SHIELD.

Anyways, for keen eyed viewers: yes that’s the sheikah slate. And yes a little strand of something DID tag along with the fleeing duo.

All zelda shenanigans here

Patreon sketchbook here!

[dapper-lil-arts]

MOM FIGHTS

[desolationlesbian]

still the funniest plot point in all of pmmm that Homura Akemi is a 14 year old magical girl who realized that her sparkly transformation sequence did not come with a cutesy custom weapon like everyone else's so she just went online and googled "how to build a bomb"

[miscellaneousrenaissant]

Ep 3 AU in which Evan succeeded on his death save but lost his arm, so K made him a prosthesis while the group was still on Galamanis

[eskiworks]

Art fight revenge for Tempus Obscura, of their ocean wolf character Priyartha! This design was such a beautiful open concept that was too artistically delicious to ignore.

Posted using PostyBirb

[infinitelystrangemachinex]

The stewards of the old world are always keen to give you a glimpse of their might... According to legend, the ancients built specialized chambers to seal away false prophets.

The Arcane is waking up.

[amirmeavid]

One of the funniest things about merlin fanfic is when they write magical fight scenes and its so fucking difficult to do because merlin doesn't fight in a normal way.

Like with other fandoms there's like a technique. Like there are spells to cast, techniques to use, difficulties and simple approaches. But merlin doesn't subscribe to any of that.

Like this is basically a god with the skill of a toddler.

He just tanks shit.

He doesn't even know that many spells. Like his opponents are doing all this magical techniques and hand-wavey stuff and he just... stands there. Like maybe he stumbles back sometimes, but most of the time he just takes it.

Like his opponents will be doing the magical equivalent of tornado kicks, flips, and somersaults and then he gets like a papercut. Then he lopsidedly punches with the worst form ever seen and his opponent gets flung back 200m.

He's the singular most annoying person to ever have to fight, cause you're out here pulling out your best moves, then he flicks you on the forehead and you die.

EDIT: IF YOU HAVE READ THIS FAR YOU OWE ME A BOOP. BY LAW. I EARNED IT.

EDIT2: You may comment the word instead, however it is no longer legally required.

[retquits]

art fight has me finally making a reference sheets again LOL

finished sheet for my magical girl oc, vivienne!! 🦋

[ghostbsuter]

It's not.like he wanted to be here, Jesus.

Not that he'd leave either knowing where they are right now— mind you.

"And who is this, Cap?" Shazam screaming child gives a strained smile, back straight and answers.

"My colleague–"

Danny interrupts, face finally away from the glass that separates him and space. "Shazam over here got grounded by mom, and since he had a JL meeting, I was to come along as supervision."

Batman is eerily still, staring at them.

Poor Billy, he's gonna deal with this alone next time.

[sleepy-writes-stuff]

DP X DC PROMPT #27

(Time for something a little more lighthearted/found family. Could probably also make this a crack prompt instead.)

(#) = Notes at the end of post

(*) = Just me building off of other ideas.

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Visitation Rights

When Danny went to list Dani/Ellie as his heir after she'd come back from her years of traveling the world, he was quickly informed that he already had one in line for the thrown.

"What? Since when?!"

The pretentious, floating eyeball looked like he wanted to be anywhere else other than here, providing information to King Phantom, but explained anyway.

"The day you officially achieved royal status, you permanently linked your being to the Infinite Realms. When this happened, however, a child was in the process of being created with the assistance of ectoplasmic runoff that's been leaking into the mortal world for centuries. As a result of your power being incorporated into the Realms at such a time, this human child retained an imprint of your core signature. The Infinite Realms itself has recognized this child as your offspring. Your... other offspring has yet to be recognized in such a way and would therefore be considered your second heir once claimed."

Danny stared at the Observant with wide, blank eyes that were slowly filling with dread and panic.

"Why are you just telling me this now?? My coronation was over a decade ago!" He held his face in his hands and gave a horrified groan at what he just learned.

"If you really wanted that clone as your heir, I'm afraid it's too late to change it-"

Danny's head shot back up with a snarl and furious green eyes.

"That's not what I'm upset about you walking cataracts! Eleven years! I've missed eleven years of this kid's life!! How could you think I-"

At a loss for words, he growled deep in his chest. Deep enough that it echoed throughout the halls and rattled the floors.

"Who is this kid, and where can I find them?"

Once given the information and learning of the child's other parental figures, he gets to work. A few weeks later, he appears in the home office of a well-known billionaire with a stack of papers that he promptly slams onto the desk in front of the startled man. (1)

"I demand visitation rights to our son, Damian Wayne."

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(1) Danny actually visited Talia first to get visitation rights. Needless to say, that didn't go very well. He's still got a couple knives floating around in his chest cavity because of it.

(*) ALSO! I'm not sure how this lines up with the DC/Batman timeline. All I figured out is that if Danny waited to be crowned until after he graduated college as an astrophysicist, which take 5 to 7 years, he'd be about 36 years old when he finds out about Damian. Bruce would be about 41, so the age gap is only 5 years. If y'all wanna make this Danny/Bruce, go ahead!

[lvnarsapphic]

the vicious sexuality of the teenage lesbian

[dapper-lil-arts]

Saw art of Celestia with a Twi baby and it inspired me to draw her 'actual' daughter lol. Obssessed with mom Celestia atm

[ichimakesart]

Commission for @syrinq

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[tiffanyachings]

Aes Sedai + Warders in battle