#Magic Children Doing Things

[disneytva]

In other news a new Disney Channel pin was given to D23 attendees at the Disney Channel Wand ID that showcases a potential new logo?

Many fans are speculating that a Disney Channel rebrand with these being a brand new logo who could be this one...... i don't think so tho.

[coolchevistianofficialsite]

What are your thoughts that The Book of Bill has references to Amphibia, The Owl House, Star Vs The Forces Of Evil, Wander Over Yonder but not Big City Greens despite that show being a Gravity Falls alumni show?

Personally it adds to my belief that Big City Greens is more of a Harvey Beaks/C.H. Greenblatt alumni driven series than a Alex Hirsch alumni series specially with the Big City Greens crew members taking the torch of the Gravity Falls crew for future Disney series.

Another proof for me is this cool merchandise crossover collaboration with Alex Hirsch, Dana Terrace and Matt Braly with Gravity Falls, Amphibia and The Owl House considered as "the big three"

BTW you should donate to this merchandise campaing since they are some cool figures.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 183

There’s a loud snarling noise outside the window. 

Not that Jazz is concerned. She’s just also trying to study for med school and would appreciate some quiet. And preferred her brother not contracting rabies whenever he tried to square off with the local rogue or three who tried to use the alley. 

As he had put it, it was his alley, he’d claimed it for tinkering. Though perhaps she should maybe ask him to quiet down on his insisted territorialism, even if she understood it. She would also probably maul someone if they tried to enter their apartment flat. It came with the territory of being ecto contaminated, or as the rest of them were now calling it, with being a liminal. 

Once the more draconic aspects started to emerge well, one wasn’t just contaminated anymore after all. Hence the whole school-worth of them leaving Amity while all their parents waged war against the guys in white. Last she heard it was going well. 

Which meant she could focus on her studies as soon as- okay it wouldn’t be quiet, it seems the rest of the kids joined in on mauling the poor idiot who tried to steal their things from the alley. Damn…

[icewindandboringhorror]

Little bright colored outfit with a fun vest ~

(shoes from ebay like 10 years ago. everything else is thrifted)

[voiider]

I think mayhaps that Batman should exclusively be a member of the Justice League Dark. He doesn't really like working with people but also sometimes John Constantine is like "You know Batsy, If you help me save the world by proxy it saves Gotham" So he does begrudgingly. But only sometimes when they need help with some things because he's like a very good detective and sometimes you need that! But also mostly I just want the rest of the Justice League to not believe that The Batman is real??

There's an issue that they need dealt with and they think it's a demon so they call Constantine and he's like "nah mate, this is just weird ritualistic sacrifices, I got a call to B-man on this one"

And Superman is like "haha The Batman isn't real... Right?" And then they meet him and he is very much real.

And Diana is all like "Oh Clark you silly, obviously The Batman is real" But internally she's like "holy shit The Batman is real???"

Green Arrow still doesn't believe it because he keeps missing any mission that The Batman happens to go on and he's like "If The Batman was real my best friend Brucie Wayne would have told me so. Brucey said that the Batman is just a scare tactic created by the Gotham Police department" So he's pretty sure that the rest of the Justice League is just playing a long practical joke against him specifically

[pushing500]

It always breaks my heart a little to watch one half of a couple patch the other half up after a fight- in this case, after an attack of manhunting muffaloes.

Poor Vasso probably finds it incredibly taxing to care for his childhood best friend-turned-husband, but it doesn't stop him from doing an excellent job— he even remembered to kiss it better!

I've also decided that, while he's wearing winter gear, I'm going to indulge myself and draw Vasso with his hair out.

Oh, and Blackdragon lost his right leg to the muffaloes, too. No biggie, Euclid had a prosthetic made for him faster than you can say "If I had a dollar for every time one of my colonists has lost a leg in this run..."

Toddler Blackthorn is now Child Blackthorn, and looks just like her mama <3

Speaking of mama... Honestly, Buckeye, you're supposed to be an asexual tree person married to a dragon with reduced fertility!! Stop doing this!!

Also, I have made the executive decision that new saplingchild doesn't count as "the next person to come onto the map" and will not be sacrificing her.

Not to worry, though. We have at last sighted the sacrifice that will earn us our ship!

The Empire is none too pleased with our valiant efforts, but they won't be a problem for long. Soon we'll have our ship, paid for in blood!

Nepos has no idea what's coming for him...

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[swordsandarms]

There's nothing more self-inserting in this fandom than the people who actually hate Rhaegar Targaryen (and sometimes by extension Lyanna and Daenerys and other Targaryens).

But with Rhaegar it's very peculiar. With either Rhaegar positive or neutral fans, you can discuss things like connections he has with characters in actual canon, by actually canon references, that give him some depth whatsoever in turn. Love RxL shippers with all the actually newer clues highlighted compared to your typical "Jon's parentage" checklists because it gives more character interiority. Love the Jon and Dany fans who've given more attention to the connections clearly drawn on purpose by the author that are also doing that.

But people who outright hate this tertiary character? The emotionally driven rants as if this man was their own boyfriend or father and wronged them specifically and that's all the focus of it? Only ever writing in "depth" about him in scenarios that are clearly made up and can only be explained as projection from some baggage none of us trying to read some book are interested in? Very odd behaviour.

[eloquentsisyphianturmoil]

What if Elrond and Elros were born identical girls? What if Elwing feared for them, feared they would be taken advantage of, and told her friends she had twins, two boys, and to everyone they were the sons of Elwing?

When they grew old enough to understand they promised their mother they would keep the truth secret. In fact, they quite liked it. No one cared when they played with blunt swords, or went walking alone. It was safer to be a boy.

When Maedhros and Maglor took them, they introduced themselves as sons. They washed in secret and kept their identities hidden. As they grew, however, it became impossible to ignore: ‘Men’ didn’t curve in the ways they were curving. So they told the truth. The Feanorians agreed to keep the charade going—

It was safer to be a boy.

And that was how they were introduced to Gil-Galad, and that was how they went down in history. Yet Elros was careful to let queens rule Numenor, too, and Elrond was careful to ensure that all who came to the last homely house had the same rights, the same safety, the same voice.

[paperbackfable]

Erend: they don't Id me at the liquor store anymore because they see the light has left my eyes

-

Erend: We're playing Scrabble. It's a nightmare.

Alva: Scrabble? Scrabble's great.

Erend: Not when you're playing with Zo, it's not. They put words like "ephemeral" and I put "dog".

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Varl: You're ignoring all your problems.

Aloy: I know.

Varl: You also know it's an unhealthy coping mechanism?

Aloy: I'm ignoring that fact as well.

Varl:

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Zo: In your opinion, what's the height of stupidity?

Aloy: turning to Sylens How tall are you?

-

Aloy: You lying, cheating, piece of shit!

Sylens: Oh yeah? You're the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD.

Aloy: I'm leaving you, and I'm TAKING BETA WITH ME!

Varl, picking up the strike board: I think we're gonna stop playing now.

-

Aloy: Want do you want to be for "Halloween"?

Beta: Loved.

Aloy: Don't do this.

-

Sylens: I will not stand to be disrespected like this!

Aloy: Then sit.

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Alva: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the things you lost throughout your life...

Zo: It would be nice to have my sense of purpose back.

Aloy: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this.

Beta: My will to live! I haven't seen this in years.

Erend: I knew I lost that potential somewhere.

Varl: Mental stability, my old friend!

Alva: Ancestors, could you guys lighten up a little?

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Varl: What do you think Kotallo will do for a distraction?

Aloy: Probably, like, whistle or throw a rock. That's what I would do.

Building explodes and several car alarms go off

Aloy: ...or they could do that.

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OK THAT'S ENOUGH I SHOULD PROABLY STOP NOW BYE

[disneytva]

Reimagine Tomorrow interviewed Disney Television Animation Assistance. Chief Counsel and CEO of Disney Television Animation legal Gregory Payne.

Payne mentions how to bring diversity trought multiple Disney TVA shows like Moon Girl And Devil Dinosaur, The Proud Family Louder and Prouder, Primos, Hailey's On It!, StuGo, The Witchverse, Rhona Who Lives By The River and more.

Currently Payne is helping with The Walt Disney Company's potential acquisition of Monica Ray's "Magic Children Doing Things" and Hannah Ayoubi's "Monsters Abroad" from Nickelodeon and Paramount to be considered for potential Disney shows.

[coolchevistianofficialsite]

Magic Children Doing Things (2015) created by Monica Ray for Nickelodeon - Hinted to become a upcoming Disney Channel series on Fall 2021.

[fandomdolphin]

idk who lied to the artists of Mashle but this is not the face of a nine year old..

[bestworstcase]

WOR: aura is really funny bc not only does salem do the illustration equivalent of name-dropping the demiurge (MA’AM WHY IS YOUR IMAGE OF THE HUMAN SOUL A BLACKSMITH. MA’AM–) but the whole thing is just a dig at ozpin’s preoccupation with magic.

like

oz: i sacrificed my magic to create the maidens whom i now devote the vast majority of my efforts toward keeping track of so that salem can’t have them. to keep track of the maidens i granted two of my acolytes shapeshifting magic under dubious circumstances. i make it a regular practice to recruit rare special destined magical warriors with silver eyes whenever i can find them. all of this is to protect the magical relics i the gods entrusted into my care. i’m only a man, not even a very good one. 😔

salem: aura is a manifestation of the soul, a life force flowing through every living being on remnant, and with training and focus it can be projected outward as a semblance, infinitely greater and more profound than anything JUST A MAN over there could ever be…

i have to believe she coined the term, because she’s also the one who turned remnant into a defiant point of pride, and can you imagine the miscommunication this caused when they were married. salem says semblance and means “when someone draws upon their own soul to manifest the true essential form of their self into the world” and ozma says semblance and means “the last dying embers of real magic (sad!)” and i don’t think either of them has any idea that they are not. defining the word the same way

[kawipastell1928]

When your obsession has been obsessed with you longer 💕 ✨

[cannotgiveafuck]

Thinking about Billy Batson and horror and the kind of emotional / psychological damage that would be wrought on a child in that genre when he’s smart and savvy and could turn into a Champion of Magic, but is still very much a vulnerable kid. More aware of the world than those his age, but sees things through a lens adults cannot. Privy to things that only show themselves to those most likely to see them.

Anyway, have a little snippet. Might pick it back up again later.

This was the fifth night in a row that Billy was getting by on little to no sleep.

Don’t get him wrong, he could go a day or two if the going gets tough. Sometimes the winters were especially cold, or the summers really hot. Sometimes the storms got so bad that his place had leaked or the wind threatening to knock everything away. And sometimes, not now, of course, but back when it happened, sometimes Uncle Ebenezer had a bad few days that made sleeping in that house neigh impossible.

So, truly, Billy was no stranger to lack of sleep. He could survive, trust him. He could survive just about anything. But five nights was pushing it, even for a fellow like him.

The first night hadn’t even been noticeable. All sorts of noises happened in the apartment he was squatting in. There was the family down the hall with the crying baby, and the couple a few doors down that had shouting arguments, an old man across from him that couldn’t hear very well so his late night television was always turned up, and Madison next door had her new boyfriend over a lot and they were quite loud. So, Billy was used to all sorts of loud noises - but, see, those were normal noises. Just as traffic outside or a car alarm or police siren were all normal.

What wasn’t normal was the silence that shrouded over the apartment the moment his clock hit midnight.

But, Billy didn’t even notice that first night. So tired from the week long mission he was away for with the Justice League, his head hit his pillow the moment he got back and while he wanted to be out like a light, he spent most of the night tossing and turning. And really, he did not notice anything the second or third nights either. Granted a few days leave from hero work, Billy spent that time doing seasonal errands around the neighborhoods and shops. He had to earn money somehow, and not a lot of tasks were out there for eleven year olds to do. Those nights, too, were of fitful bouts, his eyes closed and willing sleep to really pull him under, but true rest just out of reach.

It was that fourth night, when he was laying there, eyes opened and staring at the ceiling with its ages old stain and crack, listening to the normal noises of the apartment complex - that was the night he noticed something was off. When all that sound was just... gone.

Billy didn’t even really notice at first. Eyelids heavy with every blink, but sleep avoiding him, the ringing in his ears that only silence could make. And when he did notice it, his brows furrowed in confusion. Thought that maybe, for once, everyone finally decided night time was for rest. Wondered if everyone else was snuggling up in their beds and under their blankets with the night chill really creeping in fierce, as it does when the heat goes out or couldn’t keep up with the winter winds. And sure, it was May, but man, it really was very cold inside all of a sudden.

He pulled the covers tighter over him, burrowing into them to stave off the shivers suddenly wracking through his small body. Eyes closed, urging sleep to please, please let him rest, Billy heard the wails of a child, or maybe a baby, just down the hall. 

Billy thought, you and me both, kid...

The fifth night, the last one he had before heading back to the Watchtower, Billy couldn’t explain why he was still awake. Staring at the ceiling again, watching the reflected lights of cars go by, listening to the old man’s television play an infomercial - he thought maybe he should do more Marvel work overnight at this rate. At least he’d be doing something useful with his time instead of trying to get sleep that would never happen. At least Marvel never was bogged down by the heavy weight of human limits.

Silence fell over the apartments again.

There was that wailing child again, too.

By the time Billy started to tune into it, really listen to the sobs, he was sitting up from his mattress, gaze on his front door. The cries were right on the other side.

Logically, Billy knew that as a hero, he should be rushing toward that door. He should be pulling it open and checking on the kid who should not be wandering the hallway crying away. He should be seeing what was wrong and try to fix it, save the day as he usually did. It was what Marvel would have done.

However, Billy did not move a muscle. He stayed right there on his bed on the floor, staring at the door he knew was locked several times over. His body refused to do anything that involved getting up and opening the door. His body barely seemed to want to breathe. His mouth shut tight and his lungs taking short, quiet breaths, even as his heart jack hammered in his chest.

Something was wrong.

Something was wrong, and not with him. Billy didn’t survive the streets this long by not listening to his instincts.

And right then, as scratching and pounding started up against the door to try to get inside - Billy’s instincts told him not to move. Told him not to let that kid inside because that the thing on the other side wasn’t a kid at all. Not when its cries got loud and lower and more guttural with every shake of the doorknob.

Not when the words that seeped through sent shivers down Billy’s spine. Made him grip the blankets, almost made him call forth the power of Shazam - the shriek of: I’m hungry, let me in, let me in, I’m hungry, hungry, hungry.

[evilevilevilnotevilevilagain]

Imagine your kids run away from you when they're just wee innocent babs, but then they find you 40 years later still living in the same city as them, still alive, and they ask why you never tried to reconnect at all. And they look like Dark Souls mini bosses.

Like, nobody else is even dressed like this. They're just Like That.